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It was I that didn’t have the time to type out a blog note.

It was I that finding other things to do than sitting down here to blog.

It was I that can’t sleep early tonight and here I am virtually penning down a blog.

A friend is having a bbq-gathering-party on the 28th which is a Friday. Before this, confirmation of the date is being done and finally that twenty-eight is the auspicious day for bbq wherever, you know, every single friend that is being invited is able to be there for the food and to yak.

I thought I was working on that day until my boss told me that I can take some time off work because there isn’t much to do. Thanks to the efficient me. Right. So I ask for anything that I can help for the preparation of the party. And that’s when I realised that I am attending the dance class which I think it’s the last class for this time I’m here in Penang for long break.

I hate for being forgetful at times and make promises that results disappointment. That’s such an embarrassment. Thought I can digest this by talking to someone but it seems I don’t have the mood after I’d realise that a game came between us. So I decided to come here.

Period.

Just got back from the saloon, or should I say “grooming” and got my hair straightened. Was at there at 12 noon and here I am, 635pm at home. Do the counting. 6 hours and 35 minutes came from washing + steaming + perming and fucking waiting. I could’ve gone back at half of that time when everything’s done. This really shows how slow and inefficient those groomers are. Hate them when they didn’t care about the customers’ feelings, to wait such long?

Another thing is that one of the so-called trainee doesn’t know how to scrub a person’s hair, or rather head. It hurts a lot that I warned her many a times but still the same. I was mad. And after that ironing took place. I can’t stand the pain when she was pulling my hair. All I can do was to tolerate the pain.

What are all these? I can’t believe it myself. I’m angry. I just couldn’t control my feelings. When is about time to leave, time to wait for someone to pick us up was about half an hour. What now? Wait again? Right. I told myself to wait patiently since the waiting-suffering before that. They came and I was being a little harsh and asked my sister the reason why she doesn’t want to come later, at 7pm maybe. She asked me why was I so angry, I couldn’t say a word cos I don’t know it myself.

I got home and the same thing. I ignored everyone and ran into my room, locked it. I don’t even want to have my dinner as I skipped my lunch and tea time already. At first I thought this rebonding process will took about 3 hours which should ends at around 3pm and then I could have tea time. Well it didn’t turn out that way. I never had a sip of water either, for 6 hours. That was pathetic.

Perhaps the idiom is correct, “a hungry man is an angry man”.

2 hours later….

Mood got better after talking to mom and had a little dinner. Apologies were said and I was forgiven. Never ever to be like this anymore! Promise!

I woke up this morning and I felt weird. For instance, I’ve gotten a sore throat. Then I was sneezing like some feathers are tickling my nose. Fine. Scrap that wash-out moment in the bathroom alright. My tummy was calling for food, so I went down and saw some slices of bread. I told Mom that I wanted to do something with the breads so she let me.

Here’s how I made fried bread with egg.

• First, break two eggs put in two table spoon of sugar in a plate. Castor or rock, it’s up to you to be smart. Beat the egg like you supposed to do and get your non-stick pan heated up.
• The next thing you do is to cut the slices of bread into halves. Dip the bread into the plate of eggs and sugar and start frying them. Of course it’s at low heat else you shall get over-barbecued bread which you will see them in the trash later on.
• It’s all ready to be served. Easy right? Yeah? Yeah.

What’s next in the blog for today? Let’s see.
I somehow felt there’s an awkward silence in the house since last night. There’s too little noise. It’s just instinct that you’ll never ever know where they came from right? I was working yesterday so I was with my eldest sister, nothing much. My second sister was busy at work and she always late for home. Parents were around the house last night during dinner and I didn’t hear much of their voices. Perhaps Dad’s tired of work and Mom’s tired of house work.

I don’t know how to explain this. I just felt weird about it and it’s not nice at all. Goodness! Now I’m tired of thinking already. Enough for today. Rest is required cos I’m sick already. Perhaps I got out at the wrong side of my bed. But I only have one side to get out from bed. What was that suppose to mean?

Chiaoz!

It’s a Sunday morning, I supposed that I can spare some time to check on my blog and perhaps update it.

My dad got into an accident last night. It was neither him being injured nor the beemer that he’s driving got wrecked. He was hitting the brake when the light turned red, but the car behind his was accelerating too fast and crashed into my dad’s car. It was a Proton Iswara, driven by a Malay guy with 2 of his friends. My dad suspected him for not having any car license when it wasn’t him that made the police report. It was his brother.

Thank God that my dad wasn’t hurt. It was rather scary for this to happen again. The 1st time, my dad’s Volvo crashed into a shophouse when he was avoiding a motorcycle. The car was wrecked badly and my dad survived with a cracked elbow. Phew.

Anyway, I made “Kuih Lapis” (layered one), a type of Nyonya delicacy which I followed its recipe from a book. I failed at the first time and I hope I don’t now! Haha! That’s all for now. Chiaoz

3 hours later…

I need only one word. FAILED. I shall try again! Arghhh!

Busy is just an excuse for not blogging. No doubt that I was busy working for the past few days. Tiredness becomes one of the big fat ass reason here. Though I only work for alternate days, I still feel tired. I need to sleep like at least 10 hours or so! Swore to myself that I would never ever do any office jobs! It sucks big time! Arghhh. I wonder how you guys can tolerate the boredom and lack-of-sleep-ness EVERYDAY!

I gotta work for 7 days full-time while waiting for the new part-timer to relief one of my colleagues who’s going for a maternity ‘holiday’ soon. I can’t wait for the 7 days to be over, I hate waking up early everyday just to go to work! Grrrrr!

Nothing much happened recently, so nothing much to blog about. Oh yah, I just remembered about Bangkok’s trip. There’s only one mission for that trip which was to visit the gift fair which was held in a place called IMPACT and it’s about 5-6 times bigger than PISA! Haha, just exaggerating it. We had massage session after that and I had foot reflexology after a long walk! Robinson is the next place we go, since it’s situated nearby the hotel we’re staying. And that’s about it ah. Didn’t get to go to the temple because my sister was a little sicky, so I had to look after her.

I wasn’t satisfied! I didn’t shop enough there, probably time wasn’t even enough to take a stroll down the road. We did but that was a fast one, bought some sotong bakars! Slurpss!

Okay. I need to sleep! Chiaoz

Ryan’s 3 today. My sis (Ryan’s mom) took me to Ryan’s school this morning. The teachers and kids in school celebrated his birthday and my job is to shoot photos. Yea, was using my sis’s 400d I’m like a pro photographer! Haha.

Needless to say more. Photos explain it all.

There’s more tonight.
Happy Birthday Ryan. Muahhhh~

I saw you again.

Perhaps, I watched lots of news about pedophiles around the world. Shootings, killings, rapings etc. There was shooting happening and we took shelter from a nearby area and stayed behind the glass. You were there, sitting beside me with some friends on a bench attached to a table.

We talked. We smiled. We laughed. We looked into each other’s eyes.

That’s when you held me with your left hand, the hand that you always hold me. I was melting away by the warmth of you. I rested my head on your left arm while you’re holding me. It’s the same feeling, for sure.

At last, you’ve answered my questions. I’m glad.

I love you.

Here’s what I did at work yesterday.

• welcomed by the people there
• got my punch card punched before I started work
• sorted the trucking’s vouchers which took the whole morning
• went out for lunch
• sorted the receipt vouchers
• sorted the payment vouchers
• gone home
  

I wasn’t only sorting the documents, but filing them accordingly too. Which means I’m playing with the huge 2-hole puncher! So, yeah, gonna punch hole again tomorrow. Haha.

It’s Yvonnie’s idea here. Tagged me and I’m gonna do this. Hope it’s fun. *lol*

Seven things to be done before my death

• drive a turbo-engined car, a ferrari maybe
• complete my music course (abandoned organ course for almost 10 years now)
• learn Japanese Language and of course complete it
• get a ph.d
• love him (same like you lah, Yvonnie)
• earn lots of money
• master in swimming

Seven things I will not do even it kills me

• live without a computer + internet
• leave home without money (!)
• do drugs (lols!)
• stop reading newspaper
• stop watching tv
• stop eating
• stop blogging (!!)

Seven things I do when I’m away from the public

• cry
• fart (lol)
• blast out the speakers
• blog
• dream about tomorrow
• think about yesterday
• go naked (haha)

Seven favourite sentences/quotes

• Ya, right.
• Jom foos.
• Damn sotong lah you.
• BRB, I want to pangsai. (LOL)
• “Taking every possibilitees positively.”
• “Everything’s gonna be alright.”
• “Come to me whenever you’ve got a spot of bother.”

Seven favourite songs from all time

• As Long As You Love Me – Backstreet Boys
• Everything – Michael Buble
• Man In The Mirror – Michael Jackson
• A Whole New World – Aladdin & Jasmine
• Last Thing On My Mind – Leann Rimes & Ronan Keating
• Fuyu No Uta – Kiroro
• First Love – Utada Hikaru

Seven things I’ll make you wish you didn’t do it even if you did

• revealed my secrets to someone else
• spy-ed on me
• paid for my food
• provoked me
• ignored advices
• wasting time
• being racist

Seven people to tag

• cilaka kid
• veekay
• daniboi
• shan
• boonie
• galvin kor
• vivienne (yvonnie tagged you but still i want to tag you, hehe)

Before I forget, I better pin it here.

I saw you, driving a girl, who’s holding her silky terrier on her lap, in your bright red car. It’s your car that I saw, it’s exactly the same number, the same colour in reality.

I was curious, so I made a decision to track the both of you. She’s in a bright blue top matched with a three-quarter tight jeans when I saw her get off your car. Similarly, you were in a bright blue t-shirt tucked in a pair of dark brown shorts. Holding her right hand with your left one, the two of you walked towards the flee market, look-see things being sold there.

Don’t you ever notice that the flee market is situated opposite my house? One of my mates signaled me to look over to the flee market, indicating me turn my head to my left side (where they were). I hated her so much for being a super duper busy body, so I ignored her as I already what’s happening.

I peeped you from my veranda, through those clothes hanging beneath the hot sun. I saw you smiling happily. Didn’t you feel like someone’s watching over you? I thought to myself. Many times you tried to look back, I ducked each time you do so. I did send you a message, “Hehe.” I just couldn’t give any reason why I only typed that.

Broad day light turned to a dark gloomy night when my eldest sister got home. Three of them (another guy appeared who seemed to be one of my classmates back in high school) lingered the house next door which was vacant. Sis asked me what I was doing outside, I told her that I was looking at Buckie, our dog. I answered her in a loud voice, hoping that you’ll hear me. Strangely, you, too did the same thing. Did you really hear me? I really think that you heard me. I hope you do. Anyway, it’s weird why would you people enter the house. I tried to tell them not to go into the house, I just don’t want anything to happen to them. (you know, those dirty things and etc.)

I didn’t understand why you, the girl, the guy and me in someone’s house. You and I were talking as if we were best of friends. I don’t remember what we did more after that but when the moment came for you to leave, I looked at you in your eyes and mutually you looked at me. Your dreadful eyes told me that you didn’t want to go. I didn’t want you to leave too, I wanted to embrace you in my arms, but I just can’t. Sigh.

I love you.