NineteenDays

I waited exactly nineteen days.

Nineteen freaking days.

I resolve not to write about this anymore.
I resolve not to look back anymore.
I resolve not to be foolish anymore.

Nineteen freaking days.

SuperCheesedOff

I am super cheesed off. With my friends. How difficult is it to plan a birthday party? Just find a common time, sit down and plan. That was what we did. What we used to do. Eons ago. Because now, everybody is busy with their lives; family, boyfriend, girlfriend, work, bla.. bla.. bla..

Because the next thing I know, one would be out of town, one would be hanging out at some coffeeshop, or one would be just going out. And we are busy?

It's getting on my nerves when people just tell me, "Yeah, I'm free that day." Period? So you are free; does that mean you don't need to be involved in the planning? Sometimes I wonder how come I always exceed my 500 free sms. Because I always have to revert back whenever one friend cannot make it. And we have to start planning all over again. Mind you, we're not talking about just two or three people.

Alright.. I have not calm down yet. I know priorities change. But we can't just take things for granted. That's why I like to go out with my kids. Easy. Not much of this hassle. You free? I free? Alright, go out. But the minus point is, I always plan. Lousy Baobeis. One day, I am going to do the disappearing act and you have to plan yourselves.

Aaaaaahhhhh.. I feel like strangling someone. Breathe in.. Breathe out.. I can't afford another pimple!

MustBeTheAge

Went to Malacca for the weekend. For the first time, I enjoyed the trip to Malacca.

Had a bad migraine last Tuesday. And was badly reprimanded by the second level on the same day. I did not meet the deadline. So were others. But I just happened to be there. Damn suay..

Anyway, I had headache intially. I was out in the sun and kept going in and out of the air-con room. Was driving to AMK Hub when the headache became a super killer migraine. I had to squint my eyes to keep the pain away. Eileen was so worried for me. When I was waiting for her at Fish & Co. (she was helping me buy Panadol), I tried to sleep but the smell of the food (which was supposed to be tantalising) was making me sick. When she came back, I ran to the toilet. Gosh.. the toilet was stinky and yucky! I was squatting there for a whole five minutes, feeling the bile coming up my mouth. But I tried not to vomit; not when there was someone in the next cubicle! I practically could hear her doing her 'business'. I felt worse! And add to that, I saw brownish eeky stuff on the toilet bowl! How the hell can I vomit?

While I was squatting in front of the toilet bowl, listening and observing my surrounding, I wondered what if I were to faint there. My migraine was so bad that I had to rock myself to and fro. Such an un-glam place to faint. In a public toilet, some more!

I was wondering what I could vomit since I only ate pau and drank Ribena. When I finally did, out came my nutella roll. I forgot that I ate half of the nutella roll because I was so hungry. Eeeewwww... I could smell the vomit in my mouth. I was crying (not because of anything but I always cry when I vomit). I felt slightly better. In the end, I had to leave Eileen alone because I couldn't take it anymore. Reached home and slept all the way.

The next day, I am back to me. Bubbly and chatty me.

I think the last time I had migraine was last year. Must be the age. :)

By the way, I miss my Dedication4.

iLove..

Someone got an iPhone!

16GB.
White.
Beautiful.

Same-same!
;)



Sunset Strip..
Watched a movie based on that title yesterday on MIO TV.
I have come to a conclusion about myself:

1. I like the hippies style of the 60s and 70s.
2. I like people with curly hair. Bonus if (s)he has beautiful eyes. Examples are Mathew McConaughey, Simon Baker and SFSAA.

Well.. I still like Rain and Jay Chou.
Haahaa..
I am still as confused as ever.
;)

Persinggahan..

Persinggahan is the Malay word for stopover. A place where people just pop by for a while, and then move on and forget all about it. Whenever I travel in Malaysia, there's always a persinggahan where the tour buses will stop for a break; can't remember the name. I think there are two or three of them; they sell food and provide toilets for these people. They are so insignificant to me that I can't even remember their names. And yet, they provide service for me and I actually don't even bother to remember their names.

Recently, I feel like a persinggahan, a stopover. People just pop by my life and then, they are gone. Good things happen to me and then, they are taken away from me. And the sad thing is, I get so used to be treated that way, that I don't even want to put a stop to such things. Maybe, I just want to savour the moment.. but is it worth my dignity and confidence?

Adding insult to my intelligence, I know what's the right answer. Just like people who take drugs; they know what they do is wrong and yet, they continue doing it. Just like people who steal; they know what they do is wrong and yet, they continue doing it. And I am doing the same thing.

The persinggahan is synonymous to me now. Just like I forget their names, people also forget me.

The irony of life.