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Grandma's fine. Thanks everyone. But i'm really saddened by the bond among the family. Family Politics among the older generation, which i've no rights to interfere, let alone bitch about it. Wellz, they are certainly old enough to settle this on their own, clear the disputes over themselves. They have enough "mouths" over there to argue on the whois right and whois wrong, they are sensible to plan wat are they gonna do next, considerin the fact tat the youngest "kid" is already 45years old. .
The family [excludin the "invisible" bro whois always in camp] left for JB, Malaysia to settle the family politics regarding Grandma 2 days back. And why am I still here, bloggin away? School commitments, understood? Now I'm Home Alone. Havin 2 completed days with no restrictions, havin 2 complete days of pure enjoyment, havin 2 complete days with the authority to walk around the house naked, with the door closed of course, havin 2 complete day of not needin to curb the craving for a fag in the middle of the night, havin 2 complete days so far havin the illusion that I'm the Head of the House, which makes me Your Highness. Dun I think it's really fantastic? Initally, yes, but not now.
It's bad enough to take the god-damn freakin packed bus ALONE. It's bad enough havin to endure 1hr of bus ride from school ALONE. But it's even worse when you opened the wooden door of you house, there's a whole lot of chores greeting gleefully at the sight of you when all you wana to do is to collapse down on the familiar embrace of your bed. The pile of clothes lyin on the livin room's sofa waitin to be fold, the pile of stinky dishes in the sink waitin to be washed, the mountain full of rubbish to be thrown, the hair-flooded floor waitin to be swept, the dried-but-now-drenched-again clothes in the corrider waitin to "come-home-to-join-their-folks-in-the-livin-room-sofa", the pool of rainwater caused by an unclosed window (courtesy of Your Highness, me!) waitin to be soaked dry. On top of that, the hungry stomach which is groanin, waitin to be fed! Damn again. Sittin on a clothes-invaded sofa, layin my feet on the endless-streams-of-hair floor, havin a Boxing Day leftover Ham and slice of chocolate log cake, I happily settled in front of the television. These are those few moments I missed my mum when she's not around. Without her naggin.
So Dad, Mum, Sis, Please come home soon. I missed you. In additional, I do miss the gleamin silvery no-leftover-food sink, the sparklin house floor, the neatly arranged folded clothes, the nice-smellin washed clothes, the fresh air in the house, the heart-warmin atmosphere, the discussion over News, the noisy family chattin. MORE.
The verdict: I'm a lousy wife in the future. I hope i'll get a good husband. To be excat, A husband who is agreeable to do most of the chores. I dun mind washin the car in exchange though.
Ahhhh.... CHRISTMAS... Wat does Christmas reminds you? The sacred birth of the Messiah, the divine scene of mircale, the celebrations of "no-sins" life, and the joyous time of blessing others with gifts. My Christmas this year was.... Really..... [cant find a descrptive word, i shall state the outline of the story]........
On the eve of Christmas: Rushed my TCS3 assignment in School, was stressed over last minute corrections, doesnt make a difference when you're in a group, and you ended up doin the whole freakin report alone, includin the rubbish abstracts, contents, etc. Concidentally, I was wearing a Green Top tat day, and Reggie was wearing a Red Top. Ring, Jun, Ping, Xin, Jialing, Annabelle were all in Black, imagine how CUTE we looked when the bunch of us were walkin toward Short Circuit for our Lunch! You know, Christmas, Red for Santa, Green for Elves, and the Blacks are the Carols singer. Followin tat evening, I had an this ridiculous argument with my girl [Doesnt it makes me sounds a les? Ok, my girl as in my usual clique of girls. Plural is Girls, Singular is Girl], over some trivial matters. Wellz, and it certainly doesnt help when the next minute your dad told you tat ut 90years old Grandma had fell in the backyard outside the house, and chouldnt get up after the fall. On the way home, being preoccupied with disappointment, fears and paranoid, i teard silently, but discreetly, in the backseat of the car. Not at a Tap-flowing rate of coz, i was holdin back most of them as i had my masacra on, and i dun wana to look like a freaking panda! Glad, we made up, without the kiss, and went ahead with the clubbin at Devils. Countdown, "Tah-ing" of Volka, Groovin, Dancin, was what continued at Devils.
On the 1st day of Christmas: The parents went to Malaysia to pay a visit to Grandma regarding her condition. [Ok, Dad was actually borned in Malaysia, but currently holding a pink IC, anyway, nvrm over matters, tat explains why Grandma is in Malaysia.] Learnt tat She had broken a bone into 3 pieces during her fall, couldnt walk, screams and teard in pain even when the part was being touched. Sent Grandma to the Specialist in JB, had an operation, condition now still unknown. Dad come home to rest, while Mum stayed there to "report" the news to us. Grandma was still in the Operating Theartre when Dad came home at 1130pm. Dad looked so fatigued when he came home, as he was explaining to us the situation, there was this grave tone in him tat made me so guilty tat i did have the cheek to shop for last minute Christmas presents instead..
On the 2nd day of Christmas: Dad's going over to visit Grandma again, hopefully, she will be out of danger by then. While I'm having a "self-made" Belated Christmas Feast with the Girls at my place.
Since it's Christmas, let's all be kind,
Please Bless my Grandma that she will be fine.
May the readers be witnesses,
Tat i made some promises,
To get the essential supplements,
To compensate for the lack of Calcium.
It was just another lazy afternoon. It was just another mundane schoolday. It was just another "havin-dinner-together-before-goin-home" with the mates. It was just another simple dessert after a full KFC dinner. It was just another day.
Not when, our Miss Tiger decided that it was that particular day when she decided to "chong-chu-jiang-hu". Not when Miss Tiger and I hunted high and low, to swop slippers to shoes, simplay because we wanted to enter the lab, and mark our attendance. Not when we actually identified the answers to all of our PROCOI assignment. Not when our Miss Ridiculous suddenly craved for some durians after the dinner. Not when we bought a "3boxes for $10, 1box for $3" durians. Not when they started indulging in it....
Of coz, It's prefectly normal to have DURIANs as Desserts.
But......
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Not To have it in FRONT OF a playground full of kids runnin around!
Or rather IN the playground! With the same kids.
I've just read somethin the most ridiculous. Not only today. These past weeks. Somehow, it got me wonderin why some guys are so blinded by their egoistic pride. Duh, Men! Apologies to those offended, i din mean to be stereotypin. And i'm not. I mentioned SOME by the way. Back to point, this silly topic had been the debate of e centuries. Especially now, when women are increasinly becomin more and more ambitious.
I'll state the facts 1st. If i had read the bible correctly (and by the way, i'm not tat saat to read the whole thick book also), which they called it The Book of Truth. The Old Testament states tat, women are created from men. In which God took a rib from Adam and made Eve. Which brings us to today. And in the New Testament, it states that women SHALL SUBMIT to men. Inter-related. So does this explains why man has undeniable huge egos tat suppress that of a woman's? (Wellz, do correct me if i'm wrong.)
Ok, facts aside. How about testimontials? I remembered comin across an article reagrdin the income disparity between the men and his spouse. The question: "Would you be influenced by the income disparity, if you are drawin a lower income than your spouse?". Mind you, this silly question was posted to the men. Ok, the question is silly, coz i kina think of it, as i've forgetten word by word of the actual survey question. But the result is true. Post on a magazine somewhere. And wat did the "Respected" men says? 70% says Yes, even gave reasons like they would feel intimidated, insecure blah blah. The 30% who said No, gave cheesy answer. In the name of Love.
Ego. In traditional days, Women were the homely dogs. I dun mean to be demanin on Women. To insult Myself to. But why i would used Dog as a description, simply because Dogs are FAITHFUL. Back again, Women were homely Dogs, aka child-bearin machines, who patiently goes through hours of labour, JUST to ensure THE MEN's family line will not be discontiuned! In recent situations, yes, women can go out to work, but DIE DIE ASO CANOT earn more income den the men. 90% of high-end females end up as a spinister. Ego. So wat's the morale of the story? Either act dumb, or be left on the selves. Can try. But not strongly recommended though.
Anyway, enough abt men. Now abt me. Wellz, things had been great. I've never been much happier. At least for the past 3months. Be it In school. At home. Among Friends. With Life. And On the hair. Got a new hair cut. Not really a cut actually. I just snipped off the fringe. Myself. Wellz, at least it turns out fine. Here's the proof.
Ok, it's not really obvious. But the tip end of the fringe is in fact tinted.
The colour: Streaks with light copper base.
No, i'm not naked. It's just the camera cant catch the tube i'm wearing.
In case you wan to ask regardin the hair colour, i did it in Cut&Curl Bedok. For only $54bucks. Dye plus Hightlights. Resonable pricin. Reasonable svc. Reasonable Outcome. And on top of it, they give me a VIP card which entitles 10% off on all hair service. Out of a sudden, I feel so damn cheapo. But Overall: Customer Satisfied.
This Entry is unexpectly so long. I just wanted to post some pics initially. Just to end it.
Did eyelash perm in KL. Nvr once been so acute before, even with the help of eyelash curler, and so-called "miracle mascara".
The photos as promised. I shall named it: "THE Danity K.L Trip"
I'm getting fatter each day. (Tried and Tested).
But i've lost the drive to excerise.
Expressions?
Haaa!
Right. I'm back. Safe, and Sound. But with some bad experience. Ya, and some chewin gums.
It's not excatly fun. I've not bought enough stuffs, i've not walked enough, i've not explored enough, i've not been to enough palces, and i've not shopped enough. And the next moment, i was so fuckinly broke tat i've drained till my very last coin. And with my situation, i DO think of souvienrs. Damn, I feel so proud of myself.
Things I've learnt: 2 full-day is not enough to explore, and shop at just KL alone. RM600 is very very VERY budget spendin. Never take the train/Lrt in KL, it will drives you nuts. The cars doesnt respect the traffic, let alone the pesdestrians. The best Hotel to stay in The Angasa, tat's wat i feel. The best place(cheapo) place, Chinatown, which opens offically from 5pm to 12pm.
Oh And, we did the stupidest thing. From Times Square, we took a cab down to Sungei Wang. Yeah, slap me. I feel so bimbotic, when Sungei Wang is just ACROSS THE OVERHEAD BRIGDE! And the great freakin taxi driver have the cheek to charge us RM10, when all he needa to do is to make a u-turn in front and turn to the left. Duh!
Okok, i know i may sound like a pathetic little kid. Who had just been let wild. In additional that i've missed a day of V.Important Tutorial for this trip. But the fact is; I've really NEVER been to KL before, if you guys ignore the primary-school-big-plastics-glasses-days time.
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P.S: will upload the photos again.
My next destination; Bangkok, Korea, Japan, Shanghai. I should say destinationSs instead.
The Adorable Pot-Bellied Pigs.The Captivating White Tigers.The Carnivorous Maned Wolf.The Prominent Orang-Utan.The KFC's Komodo Dragon.The Mischievous Baboons.
The Soiled Giant Tortoise.The Ferocious Crocodiles.The Scarce White Snake.
The Miniature Penguins.The Gigantic Elephant.The Classified Zebras.The Sluggish Hippos.The Swift Cheetahs.The Witty Raccoon.The Majestic Lions.
Yes, i went to the Zoological Gardens.
I made his world crashed. I abandoned him when he needa me the most. I took away his meanin in life. I destoryed all his dreams and hopes. I played him out when he's tryin to salvage. I turned my back on him while he pleaded me to stay. I left him heartlessly.
Now, just as he had gotten on. Just as he had woken up. Just as he had put enerythin behind. Just as he had made sense of reality. Just as he had replenished his dreams and hopes. Just as he had forgetten everythin. Why am i still pinnin.
You held on to me cause i'm your friend now.Not your missin rib anymore.
Cried and Dried my Tears. I wondered why i would cry. I've got wat i wana after waitin for 1month. Why aren't I'm happy still?
Few months ago. My SIPmates was sayin how strong am I. I can have the courage "to take on a relationship, and to let it go too". Na De Qi Fang De Xia. Huijun said, i dun cried at the end of a relationship, but instead, i looked forward to life after it. But come think of it. I dun. I can let it go so easily cause I haven sunk into the commitment deep enough in the first place. The shallower you are, the easier you can get out of it. I dun cried cause i hated to be portrayed as the weak party. I hated sympathy from the other party. But back to the point. Why didnt i let myself to sunk into the "quicksand" commitment? Why would i hold back my innermost self? Seriously, at every point of a relationship, there would be someparts where i would choose to be stagnant. And hold back. I cant answer why. I'm afraid. I'm selfish.
Meet up with Kelvin yesterday. Wanted to go for a round of beers at Fisherman V, but in the end, we ended up in Downtown East, as the just-graduated-BMT-soilder had not eaten yet. Lookin at how he's doin now, how great he's enjoyin his path and his plans, i feel real happy for him. But meanwhile, Feelings of Guilt filled me up. Guilt towards Kel. As well as Guilt towards Alex. Sittin in his Sunny in the middle of the night reminds of wat happens 5months back. How hard he tried to salvage the relationship, but how hard i wana out of it. How he long to see me, but how terrified i was of him at that time. However, right now, Irony, how remarkably he is, how remorseful i am now. How much he's enjoyin his life, gettin over the spilt milk, and how i lost my logicalness, lookin back and regrettin. Retribution. Action pays. I laugh at my stupidity. I depised my foolishness. He will always be a friend i hold dear.
Right now, I just wana to; cry all the unhappy feelings out. drink and get drunk. go out and chill. bitch with all my friends. have fun and no restriction. find my direction back in life. After which, I will be OK. I wana start everythin new. Forget wat happened in these 2years.
I cheers to Singlehood.Love me as a friend.I cant love you as a someone more than that.
