::mindless blabber::

after spending 3 days back in KL with my family it was a welcoming sight to be back to penang. not that i do not like goin back to KL but then i really prefer my own place to hang. 3 days may seem short but long enough for me to be sane while spending time with my parents.

reason being home for 3 days is that i had my graduation convocation to attend on Sunday. finally, the official graduation after waiting for so bloody long. in fact i have actually graduated in December 2005 and gotten the official results in April 2006. well due to cost saving effort by my college, they decided to have the ceremony once a year instead of twice a year like previous years. such cheapstakes..

as normal when the whole family is together there is bound to be arguements and small fights between each member. this time the arguements were between my mom, bro and sis. my mom could be really a pain sometimes. she doesnt say what is that is bothering her or what she really wants us to do. she just say something and she expect us to decipher the hidden meaning behind what she just told you to do. and that is exactly what happened. despite my mom being cross with everyone. i was the peacekeeper this time. surprisingly i did not lose my temper or scolded or being cross with my mom. surprising huh? normally we would be neck to neck with each other and just killing each other silently with our cold stares or sarcactic remarks.

my dad mentioned this to me when he was sending me to the bus station on monday. he told me that he noticed that i was not as hot temper or in a short fuse like how i was when i was back in KL. maybe the change of environment has really done some good for me. or maybe not staying with my parents made me a more relaxed, sane and not so uptight. i used to be so uptight, almost most of the time i would be so stressed about everything. i would feel like i am under a microscope when i am with my parents. my parents brought us up that showing our real emotions in public is not encouraged. let’s say if we do not like that person, we still have to act gracious and be nice to that person. f*ck man.. u do not know how many times we had to play pretend like that especially when we are with our relatives.

my parents believe that we should act like that so that ppl would think we are all one big happy family. do not know why… anyway especially when we are with my dad’s relatives like my uncles and aunts. we have to act nice to my uncle eventhough i hated his guts. he was the one that complained to my dad when i was 10. i was riding my bike around my housing area (back when we all used to stay near each other when my paternal grandparents were still alive) i was only 10 and was wearing shorts. obviously when you are biking, of course wear shorts lar.. nothing wrong with that when you are just 10. you are just being a kiddo. riding a bike is such an enjoyable thing to do for a 10 year old kiddo.. but know what my uncle did? he called my dad and scold him for allowing me go biking around town half naked…half naked? i was wearing a tshirt and shorts.. what the f*ck is that then? my uncle has this delusion that he is the most religious person in the family. yeah right… let me tell you what he did to my dad. he pursuaded my dad to buy land saying it is a good deal. then without telling my dad he sold off his plot and then my dad’s land was being occupied by illegal immigrants. now my dad is left with a useless plot of land becoz the immigrants build their house there. what kind of blood brother would do that to your own brother?

not only that, my uncle knows that my dad has been retrenched and that was waiting for his EPF to come out. he had the cheek to ask my dad to lend him some money so that he can pay for his new house for renovations. my uncle pleaded saying no money and all that. when my dad refuse he then told everyone my dad was selfish. then when we went to his house for open house, my uncle bragged to everyone saying that he was debtless and the house was fully paid with cash. f*ck… no money : his wife’s arms was full of gold bracelets. bugger ppl…and my parents still insist we have to be nice to these kind of ppl. my uncle’s wife is so arrogant and when she talks to you, u would have the feeling that she is saying things sarcastically and talking down on you. especially when i graduated much much later than her son (my arrogant cousin brother who is older than me one year) my cousin was sponsored by government scholarship and he did TESL (Teaching English as 2nd Language) but failed to get any interviews in private owned companies.. reason : cant speak english well… hahahahah graduated with TESL but english is bad… that is such a joke! i can just go on and on.. but then enough of venting off..

so i think i got this kind of attitude from my parents, being nice to ppl despite of all the bad things that they have done to me. but deep down inside i am secretly plotting for their downfall. waiting for that day to come upon them.. muahahahaha… just plotting and hoping all the worst things that could happen to ppl. that makes my day everytime. so whenever you see me smiling wickedly all by myself, that is me imagining the downfall of all these ppl who have wronged me… well there is a lot of difference when saying it rather than doing it.

anyway my journey back home was fruitful. it was good meeting and catching up with ex classmates. seeing their beaming faces when we go up the stage to get our scrolls. taking pictures with the whole family to show that at last i have graduated. it has been a long journey but it was worth every minute of it. the entire journey had not been easy and for the faint hearted, i managed to get thru with it and despite all the setbacks that i had, i survived and got thru with good results.

being dramatic here..

hopefully i would be more hardworking in updating my blog as well.. hahahah that is a promise i made to myself at least.

went back to KL during the weekend. had quite a good time back home. spent time with family, the cat and friends. did lots of shopping… how could i resist? i start to realised that the journey spent to and fro KL is not that long anyway. it is the best time to actually catch some much needed beauty sleepin the bus. have not been sleeping much this week becoz of new work schedule and also that i have not been having a really healthy body week.

had been bingeing on too much coffee, mash potatoes (at work) and not much fruits and vegs. i must admit that it is my own fault as well. i just cant resist good mash potatoes. it is such a comfort eating mash potatoes. becoz of the crazy work schedule, my lunch is scheduled as early as 9.30am when there isnt much food ready at the cafeteria. have to make do and re adjust the eating pattern.

i lived a very organized life. i eat at a certain time and sleep at a certain time and exercise on a daily basis. now, i dun get to eat at regular hours, eating nonsense stuff and not sleepin enough and not exercise enough either. the body is started to rebel and telling the fat and lazy self to get my butt moving and start to exercise. problem is the my schedule doesnt really allow me any day time to actually go for a good 1 hour jog. hmmm.. execuses for the big fat lazy bum of mine.

anyway goin to come back early for the next few weeks and do at least half an hour of jogging for the next two weeks before i start to put pressure on my body to get fit again. it is easy to just let go and add a few pounds here and there but when it comes to losing it, it is really damn difficult. being able to fit into nice clothes is a factor of getting my bum moving from the couch and start exercising. i still have a nice short boards pants which i am aiming to fit in by the end of this year hopefully. have to start doing weights as well becoz i like that ripped effect it does to my arms, legs and back. [think jennifer garner in elektra, nice bod, arms and abs]

ok so back to my trip back home. to tell u the truth eventhough i am from KL but i have never stepped foot on Berjaya Times Square. felt like such a country bum when my fren told me to met her in McD in Times Sq. i went up to the person who was at the info counter and asked her.. felt as though i was tourist in a foreign country. what a country bum that woman must think.

i am not sure what the trend are with kids these days but on my dayout to times square, i had culture shock. kids were wearing rags and stuff which i dun even wear when i was their age. it was so elaborate, expensive and what ever happened to just big t shirts, baggy jeans and ripped jeans? my mom was at my neck when i started with my baggy pants and baggy tops and everything black. but now kids are wearing clothes out of a movie or book or just plain fashion mags. and it is not the imitation of what is from the magazine, its the real thing. kids nowadays are so pampered and spoilt. during my time, a trip down to McD’s once a week is a real treat. hmm maybe a sign i am getting old… sob sob sob… (telling myself i am not old, i am not old, i am not old..)

changes. it is a good change that i came to penang. i mean it is good in terms of the relationship that i am having now with my parents. we are not up to each other necks nowadays coz we dont confront each other every day like we used to. i guess that is a good start. my relationship with my parents were never good. it either between me and my mom and then it is escalated to me and my dad. we always play the “its your fault” and “i blame you for so and so” game all the time. both me and my mom are damn headstrong and stubborn and never wanting to give in no matter wat. i guess you know where i got that stubborness from.

in terms of relationship with men, well lets leave that subject out for a moment becoz i had so much changes in the past few months and it is difficult to write what is happening in that department. leaving that for the next post.

when i was younger i always wished that i was a boy. i hate being a girl becoz there are so many rules. my mom especially put me in dresses and skirts and i am expected to sit down quietly like a gentle being. hahaha that never worked for me becoz being a young curious kid like i was went i was younger i never stood at one place quietly. well it was said that i am a boy in disguise of a girl. i was the monkey around the house when i was younger. my maternal grandma (bless her and she is still goin on strong at 90) had the stamina and the strength to actually keep up with me. i get grounded so many times when i was younger becoz i used to take my bike and ride around my town and always come back real late in the evening.

i caught snakes, lizards, cats, dogs and brought them home. my grandma once screamed havoc when i brought some frogs home becoz they were jumping everywhere in her house. hmmm the perils of being a kid. i always hang with boys and i prefer to hang with them becoz they were less complicated than girls. yupe even at the very young age, i found other girls to be way too classy to hang with me. but i never bothered with their primmmed up dresses and playing with barbie dolls.

when i reach the adolescent years, i became even more desperate to be a boy than a girl. i started to developed ehem.. breasts and i hated them becoz guys would stare at them. yes yes yes by the age of ten i was almost fully developed and when i reached 12, full blossoms in the air. hahahah i hated it so much that i rebel against my parents and started to wear baggy and black coloured clothes and cut my hair real short. i wasnt afraid to talk back at guys and much more fought with a few of them when i was still in primary school. yupe i fought with one of the gangster kids in school. that fella pissed me off then i had his stuff in the dustbin and then he took my books and threw it in the bin. i was so mad that i kicked and punched the guy. one of the male teacher gave both of us one slap each. i remembered that day very well..

then came my teenage years and i still hate being a girl and my dad sent me to an all girl school. luckily there are a few types of girls in school. one that are those really prim and proper and the other group nerds and those really genuis type that excel in everything (looks, sports, talent, luck, rich), the rebels (i was in this group in my later years), the wall flowers (the nobodies that no one ever remembered) and some other types. when i first went to school, i was the wallflower for 3 years then i got really pissed with the world and became a rebel. i still hate being a girl.

well after high school and comes college years where i was in the verge of discovering myself. i felt attracted to guys but never really came by to really like a guy. having my heart broken after finding out the guy i really liked was with my good friend in college and being the last person to ever find that out. and she knew that i really liked the guy. back then i was still a tomboy, never wore skirt and heels. i really hate myself being a girl becoz not only we are the ones that get hurt in relationships but we tend to suffer more than guys.

women are always in the down side of things. we bleed once every month and some lucky people like myself suffer from terrible migraines and cramps and all that stupid things. we waste money having to buy expensive sanitary pads and painkillers. we get unwanted urges to eat all kinds of things at that time. and when its over, we are in risk of getting ourselves pregnant if we do not take precautionable measures like a condom and contraceptive pills. if women just goes off and boinks with guys, she is called a slut but when a guy does it with anyone with tits, he is the MAN! so unfair. and when women get pregnant, they have to carry the baby for a painstaking 9 months and after that we have to suffer the pain of child birth. after childbirth, men find us unattractive and look for someone else or just imagined they are boinking someone else in bed. women have the responsibility to taking care of children and if the child goes bad, the mother is often blamed for it.. why women have to suffer so much?

being a woman of this modern age doesnt bring much comfort nor differences at all. i wished i could lead a life like how a guy would. but that cant be done, women tend to think and care too much. f*ck it why why why??

after those lack lustre years of being a woman, it only dawned to me when i reached my young adult life that being a woman is actually somewhat of a blessing in disguise. i came to realised that having a set of boobs and buns is really beneficial. men tend to give in to women that way.. i also realized that i have acquired some skills that women are good in like manipulating people, plotting, deceptive, organized and intuitive. i am good in playing the reverse pyschology game with guys (oppss now my secret is out…) i like being organized and neat (yes yes the obsessive compulsive behaviour is starting to show itself isnt it?) sort of remind me of the Patrick Bateman from the American Pyscho movie. i love that character it was so cool. christian bale has such a great bod in that movie.. i know i am diverting the post here but i cant help it.

let me show u how he looks in the movie..

see what i mean? which gal could resist not thinking abt his bod??

go watch the movie. it is so profound and dark and i have a thing for dark and sadistic movies like these.

hahaha now i really enjoy being a woman. maybe the early ages of being a girl has not been easy for me. well enjoying except when its that time of the moment.. i still have those stupid cramps and migraines. hmmm… blessings in disguise indeed.

sometimes things in life can get out of hand even how much u try to control everything. i am a very well known controk freak. just ask anyone who knows me. my ex, my friends, those who have worked with me in assignments and projects. just ask them and they would tell u that i am a crazy control freak.

yes i am a real crazy control freak. i constantly want to have control over everything. like how a sentence should be written in a project. how some things should be done MY way and no other way at all. how house chores should be done and what are the cleanliness standards it should be. my siblings told me i am such a “Hitler” when it comes to house chores : crazy, full control and regimental… hahahahahah

well i know i like to have control over things but never knew that i am such an extreme person before i came to penang. when i first got to clean my room that i am stayin at the moment (white tiles so any kind of dirt can be seen) i was cleaning every tile with detergent and wiping it with a clean cloth. then i started to clean the entire house… my house mates came back last weekend and she noticed the house was extremely clean.. told her i saw a cockroach in the house. told her that i exterminate it and cleaned the entire house except the bathroom…

she looked at me wided eyes… hahahaha… my work collegue, khoo also noticed how i arranged my food when i eat at fast food joints.. and i meticously i clean the table after eating. well i had frens who worked in fast food place b4 so i know how it feels to cleans ppl’s mess. well at least i am civilised enough to clean the table.. westerners actually help to carry the tray and dump the rubbish in fast food joints but we asians dont…

and then khoo pointed out that i have obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). what the hell is that anyway? being an organized, neat freak and u give me a diagnotics on my mental health? according to the OCF (Obsessive Complusive Foundation) what OCD is :

“Worries, doubts, superstitious beliefs all are common in everyday life. However, when they become so excessive such as hours of hand washing or make no sense at all such as driving around and around the block to check that an accident didn’t occur then a diagnosis of OCD is made. “

source from and read more about OCD from here

yes i worry a lot.. i worry a lot how people are doing and all that. i worry abt my parents and siblings and even though i dun show it but deep down inside i do. i worry how am i goin to help them get thru life. i worry about what is gonna happen in 5 years time. i worry what is gonna happen next day in fact. i worry a lot but i never ever show it. i keep everything inside and slowly it is eating me up. this is the very first time i ever written about this in my blog. everyone thinks that amy is such a happy person. such a nice person and all but then i am not actually that image that i am tryin to portray…

people say that the human life is difficult. we are faced with much difficulties to test our strength, perseverance and our weaknesses. in the past i have care too much abt people that i am close to and in the end i get bitten. my weakness is that i care too much and i forgive too easily some times. my strength is that i am able to adapt to people and that i am not afraid to get criticism and i can put up barriers to block away my feelings. people often say that i am such a strong, persevered kind of person and sometimes cold hearted as well. but i have a confession to make : i am not strong and i am not cold hearted. i want people to think that becoz that is my weakness. i am fragile becoz i care too much but i make a point to make it as though i really dun care for people’s feelings but in fact i do.

becoz of this self damaging behaviour, i developed another kind of behaviour of wanting to control everything and that i am such a neat freak. when i am doing housework and am in that obsessive mode, i tend to think out aloud and talk to myself.

human have all kinds of fear. i have my fears but i always tend to face them eventhough i know it is gonna make me break down. i dun want to run away from my fears. i want to face it straight on even if i know i wont survive the ordeal in the end but at least i know that i have tried.

the fear that i have at the moment is very contradicting. i have the fear of caring too much. so i tried to not bother and care. but then i fear that i would lose that caring part of me. i do not want people to see me as being uncaring but yet at the same time i want people to fear me. i fear them getting too close and knowing the real fragile amy. and yet i want them to be close to me so that i can release the pain and anger inside of me. such contradicting thoughts…

sometimes i do wonder why do i bother so much? maybe when i am six feet underground then i wont bother too much and people do not bother me too much as well.

yes yes i know i know i was supposed to update my blog but then i got side tracked wih my busy schedule at work with training and all.. it put me into a writer’s block and sort of a mental block at the moment. anyway promise is a promise and after numerous reminder from various people (you guys know who u are)

anyhow this would be the reader’s digest version of my 3 weeks in penang so far and its gonna be the longest post ever!!!!

1st week…

the first week was fairly interesting. got to know some interesting ppl ie new hires like myself. the first impression when i got into the premises of dell is that how much it resembles the cubicles in the comic dilbert. i was of course thinking silently in my brain that there would be characters like in the comic dilbert in my work place as well.. hmmm wonder who would be dog-bert and who would be the stupid boss…hahahah… anyway just a bit of sleaze and details on the new hires like myself on the 1st week.

i sat next to this indian girl on the front row and her name is prema and she is also from PUCHONG!! at last someone from my own turf… hahahah anyway she was from sitiawan (small town in perak i think, if not then that explains why i nearly failed my geography in school, hahahah) but then i dun remember who sat next to prema.. OMG my memory is failing me… arghhh…. (being melodramatic here) anyway the others are jennifer (actually from sarawak but worked in KL, nice gal, also known as the FFK queen), yean ming (shy and soft spoken girl from penang who worked in KL as well, i can hardly hear her when she speaks), say soon (funny name, his face blushes everytime when u talk to him and he looks like a thermometer, hahaha, kinda cute but a bit soft), chua (shy and soft spoken fella previously worked in NEC b4), soma (nice indian girl from penang, quick and witty), krishu (sitiawan boy who is blur all the time and runs like a sissy, hahahaah, and being bullied by me, MUAHAHAHA), justin #1 (formerly working in Intel, cute young boy [too young for me.. sob sob…] with small squiny eyes), justin #2 (worked with egenting, big fella and he reminds me of chewbacca at first but now nicknamed as Jason [friday the 13th character killer] by krishu and now the name sticks with him, smoke faggot ciggies, hahahah), faizol (alor setar boy, young as well, soft spoken and always very quiet), firdous (melaka fella very tall, his head blocked the projecter shots all the time, deep voice…), suet yan (chinese gal formerly from intel, young and lots of questions…), nioh (also same gang with justin #1 and suet yan from intel as well, soft spoken and quiet and always together with suet yan… hmmm anything btw them ah?? oh i so kepoh) hmmm did i miss anyone else… hehehe of course i didnt forget one person…. hahahah another interesting fella is khoo (penang guy who cant swim, smokes hand rolled ciggies, very nice to me, boisterous and a bit wacko)

so that is about all the ppl who is newly hired on that week with me. first week was kindof great coz we got to know abt dell’s product and get to actually tear apart some dell PCs and notebooks… i never actually tear down a notebook be4 so it was really exciting… khoo mentioned that i looked like a wide eyed kid in a candy store when i was tearing down the unit… hahahah right khoo????

well despite all this excitement, i was not getting used to something in penang yet.. everytime after i eat, i had stomach ache… most probably something to do with the water and food here and my tummy is aching for food and water from KL and decided to pull a rebel with a cause with my system. no appetite and diarrhea.. how abt that for my first week…

found out some interesting facts about penang and the people here.. first when a chinese penangian see another chinese they automatically speaks to u in hokkien… got that a few times when i ask for directions or buy some stuff. i gave them that confused look and try telling them in cantonese that i dun understand hokkien and they dun understand cantonese… hahahah case of a duck talking to a chicken.. most penang ppl i met so far cant swim.. what a sad fact and the fact that they have beaches all around and they dun swim… what if a tsunami happens to engulfed the entire island?? everyone sure to be drowned… vowed to teach every single penang ppl how to swim… at least enough for them to save their own ass.. next is that penang drivers are the most craziest ppl on the road. they absolutely do not have any manners and i wonder how they ever got their license. and i thought that KL drivers are bad but penang drivers are ever worse. they do not put signal lights. they simply cut queues and jump lanes without any indication. they honked ppl like crazy and they have no regard for other drivers… OMG!!!

so that was a summary of my 1st week.

2nd week…

the 2nd week was kindof stressed a bit since we would be having an assessment on wed after being training by william (and yes his full name is william hong and not in any way related to william hung, hahahah i had to take a 2nd look at his badge just to make sure) it was nerve wrecking especially when we had to wait for 1 hour for him to annouce whtr we got thru the test or not… well it was good to say that everyone passed and made it to the next stage.

after which some of us decided to celebrate and what better way than to go clubbing on a wed nite… we (justin, me and khoo, well the rest decided to FFK us) went to this place called flix at a place called e-gate (just next to the new TESCO). at first glance at 9.30pm the place was dead not a single soul at sight… ZZZZZ…. the nice manager or someone called michael convinced us that the chicks would be arriving soon as the night is still early… so ok we decided to stay and see how things go. music was go ranging from latest pop to nice r n b stuff… 3 of us were like drinking and smoking like there isnt tomorrow… by 11.30pm the chicks were arriving… heheh pardon me but i am not a lesbian.. hahahah well sad to say no cute or good looking guys for me to wash my eyes with and thus urs truly had to look at hot chicks instead.. the club even had dancing girls on the podium.. really cute and hot chicks… for once i really wished i was a guy…

anyway with the right amount of booze, girls and great music, we were having a ball of a time.. well until about 2am, when we decided to just leave, the police decided to pay us a visit… OMG!!!! this is my very FIRST TIME BEING IN A POLICE RAID.. i have been clubbing for so freaky long and never once got into a police raid and now being in penang to work 4 the first time, went clubbing after so long and drank booze after so long and now the police decided to spoil the party… bummer.. lucky me huh???

anyway the policewoman gave me a container to pee in and to check for drug… never knew that drug checks are so easy and high tech nowadays.. the container has markers in to indicate whtr u have been taking drugs or not. luckily no girls were caught with drugs and only two guys were caught (most probably weed or something) so was back home by 3am and slept… and bummer had a class at 9am… 3 of us (khoo, me and justin) had red eyes and had this unsettling mannerism. me and justin was half dead for the whole day and khoo surprisingly was so bloody hyper… told u that he was a total wacko…hahahah

and that was not the end, since it would be a long weekend so we decided to pay flix another visit on friday before some of us decides to go back to our respective hometown. khoo brought his gf along, say soon, justin, me, krishu and his frens (which i forgot their names, sorry…) this time it was really great since we have a bigger group. from khoo and justin’s attempt to teach say soon how to dance (boy that guy really cant dance and no rythm) and me snogging justin (with booze everyone looks snoggable), it was really great.. until at exactly at 2am again!!!! this fella (some gangster from somewhere) asked the club to shut their operation and to chase everyone out of the club.. stupid ass… anyway it was really party popper and it happened again… lucky us again… should go and buy a lottery and we could have struck! anyhow we all decided to yam char while justin drowned himself with food becoz of the big disappointment… so that was our nite..

the very next day at 8.30am i took the bus to KL… and after 6 gruelling hours of sitting at the back of the bus (should have checked the seat number next time) i finally arrived in KL and u know what my lovely KL was crying for my return… hahahah no lar raining in KL… went to low yatt to buy some stuffs (mp3 player, webcam and a network cable) checked out prices of some stuff which i am eyeing to buy with my next pay check (external hard disk :120GB, sony errison W800i phone) anyone willing to sponsor me are also welcome.. heheheh

decided to take a cab home coz it was raining and bummer no taxis.. had to settle to take a bus instead. reach home at about 6pm.. took a nice long hot shower (no hot water in penang) watch some astro (no astro in penang as well… sob … sob no chinese series at nite) called my dearest SA for dinner only to be informed my dad that the car is out of batteries.. damn it… wanting to me SA so i drove the car after persuading some guys near my house to push the car for it to start.. went for dinner and then SA had to push the car all by himself.. poor dear its ok dear at least the mp3 player made up for it right???

the very next day, followed my parents to the morning market in PJ and gave some money to my dad and mom since i have gotten my paycheck.. parents decided to give me long lecture on not being frugal with my money and not to spend too much on my plastic (well plastic cant work coz the stupid card is spoilt and cant be swiped) then at 1pm i went to godmother’s salon to had my hair rebonded… had a really nice long chat with coz i have not seen her for ages.. my hair turned out so nice but i cant wash my hair for at least 3 days… ARGHHH wat ??? for a person who washes her hair every day that is like a dead sentence for me. i would really die…(ok ok being too overdramatic here…)

ok so my hair was nice and i had to pick SA for dinner at my house coz my mom was cooking. he was being so polite when he was eating and since he and my dad didnt like Manchester United, they both were condemning the club since they lose the game that day… sad to say i was too a ex- Man utd fan.. anyway after dinner, SA and me decided to have some “dessert” before i sent him home…heheheh so that was the end of my sunday in kl

the next day took the bus at 10.30 and reach penang at 2.30pm… despite being so tired.. i just had to do some things… i cleaned my room, did my laundry and finally sat down and my mind start to wonder… hmmm it was a good week indeed… nodding to myself and i was asleep….

3rd week…

welll 3rd week did not start very well, i had flu and cough (dun know from who i got it from…) was blowing my nose so much that until now i have yet to recover the full use of my smelling senses… sob sob.. lose my appetite as well… anyway nothing interesting happened coz i was half asleep (high on medication) in class for the past week. luckily soon it is the weekend.. was looking forward to the weekend to recover and do some me time… apparently the house doctor in dell’s premise is only available on mon and weds at specific time… WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR IS THAT jennifer said… hahahah i can hear myself laughing out loud in my brain if i wasnt that sick… anyway by end of the week, glad to find that i have spread my happiness to the rest of the class… hahahah faizol got it on friday and today i heard that krishnu got it too… hmmm the more the merrier…

anyway since work was done by 3pm on friday went back real early to eat medicine and sleep the day off. on saturday, i was sleeping, cleaning, watched some dvds and eating medication… today went for a game of badminton with khoo, jennifer, faizol, firdaus and couple of khoo’s frens (forgot their names though but i do remember one of them is kindof cute hahahaha…) anyway now sitting here trying to finish writing this bloody long post…ah… wat a relief… oh bummer tomorrow got trainig class… another boring day i guess but i would never know…

till then… adios