One day, Nose decided that he hated Carol, so he went off on a long run.
Marathon, to be exact.
He started running on Tuesday night. Oh, how he ran that night. He ran tirelessly, effortlessly. All that was on his mind was to get away from that horrible human host body that he used to inhabitat. "Just run, Nose," he told himself. The faster and further you run, the harder it would be for them to catch up on you.
Meanwhile, back at the host body, Carol was missing Nose very badly. She simply did not understand how Nose could have just packed up and run away he did. Didn't he understand how much she needed him? Without Nose, half of Carol couldn't function! She couldn't breathe properly, smell properly, balance properly. Her lungs felt all weird, and she was so exhausted through the sheer effort it took for her to inhale a lungful of life-giving oxygen.
Carol knew how she could get Nose back to her side, however, it was such a drastic measure she didn't want to have to resort to it! No, she wanted Nose to realise how much he needed her as well and come back to her voluntarily. Surely he would realise, she thought to herself as she wearily laid down her miserable half-functioning body onto the bed.
*****
The next day came, and still no sign of Nose. Carol's body was starting to feel worse. Her head spun constantly, and breathing was excruciating. She lost all her appetite and felt so weary all the time. Standing in the classroom trying to do her work, all she could think of was how much she missed Nose and needed him. Exhausted, she gave up on doing her work and decided to go home. Extreme measures needed to be taken, she realised now.
Upon reaching home, Carol called upon the help of Febricol. Febricol was a private detective who was very famous for being able to bring back Lost Noses back to their owners. However, there had been a period where his credibility had been questioned, so he was suspended for awhile. But now, Febricol was back, better than ever!
"Don't worry about your Nose, Carol," Febricol said. "I have vast experience in this kind of work. However, I'm going to need your cooperation. Tracking down Noses is not easy, and requires a lot of energy from both you and me. So you need to have enough rest,"
"Rest?" asked Carol.
"Precisely. To be able to track down Nose, you will need to sleep," answered Febricol.
Being asked to sleep? Why, sleep was Carol's greatest friend after..well..after many other things. So after Febricol set out on his hunt for Nose, Carol gladly laid down on the couch in her living room and proceeded to visit Snoozeland.
*****
Upon waking up, Carol felt decidedly better. Since Host Bodies and Noses have a close connection, she could feel that Nose was nearby. However, he was as resistant as ever, and refused to return to where he belonged. But on the other hand, Nose was beginning to realise that life without Carol wasn't as fun as it was with her. After all, when he was with her, things were so exciting! They'd gone on various trips to places and shared different experiences. He remembered the time when they first inhaled Smoke and shuddered. What a horrible experience that had been, inhaling Second-Hand Smoke! That was definitely one of Nose's main enemies.
Nose wanted to return to Carol, but Pride stood in his way.
*****
Carol was agitated. Febricol had just given her the news that he had managed to track down Nose, but that Nose was being very stubborn indeed. "But don't worry, Carol, in due time, Nose will return," he said.
After talking to Febricol that night, Carol finally went to sleep. Though the next morning arrived, and there was still no sign of Nose, she felt strangely at peace. Somehow or other, she knew that Nose would return soon.....
To be continued.....
I am very sad, because I've been arguing having disagreements with you.
Worse of all, I don't even understand why those arguments started in the first place. Such trivial matters, really. Couldn't you have brought it up in a nicer manner, instead of a way that caused both of us to be upset?
We're friends, you know that. And we're close. Why have we allowed this to come between us, and this treasured relationship? Is it even worth it?
I hate it when I argue with you. In fact, I hate it when I argue with anyone! It makes me feel so sad and so burdened in my heart. I keep on wondering why we had that silly disagreement and why things have become so weird between the two of us.
Maybe I should keep my distance from you. Distance is always good when things like this happen. For me, at least, because it allows me to gather my thoughts and process things through.
Maybe we've been seeing a bit too much of each other. There is that distinct possiblity, isn't there? So maybe if I keep my distance from you for a while, things will become the way they were once upon a time.
That uncomplicated time when it was all joy and laughter, teasings and fun.
Unlike this extremely mind-boggling time, where I just keep on wondering what on earth went wrong.
You apologised yesterday, and I accepted it, but I was and still am sad.
You say you've been stressed out by things you need to do, and I completely understand that. So was I, a few weeks ago, and I totally allowed misery to overwhelm me and transform into a monster.
I don't want that to happen to you, you know that.
Running away from a problem is never a good solution. But does staying away from a person count?
There are only so many people in this world I can connect so well with. And out of those few people, only you are around. The rest are so far away, and I miss them so much.
They are such dear friends of mine, and I count you as one of them, simply because it's been so long since I met someone whom I could relate to as well as I relate to you.
I need time to think things through. I don't want to have this issue on my mind all the time. So how? What's the solution?
I don't want to see our beautiful friendship go down the drain. So I'd do anything in my power to save it.
But you see, if I'm the only one who wants to save it, there's no point in even trying to, is there?
Think about it.
Aiyah. I am very the kanchiong and mad at myself.
I just potentially blew 20% of my semester marks for Textile Studies because I forgot about a Very Important Assignment that is due tomorrow. Oh crap, no, no!
How? Die la like this. Tonight have to draw like mad already. Dumb, dumb, Sukisu project. Doesn't it sound like Sukukia to you? Heh.
How does one forget about an assignment anyway? A stupid assignment that's worth 20% some more! I'd rather paint batik!
.....
I'd just mention that I had 3 slices of pizza yesterday. The new honey-roasted 3-cheese lava is nice. Very nice. The usual pan crust is as delicious. And stuffed crust...of course sedap la, you think what?
All courtesy of Roy The Hamster! :)
Been a bit, off today. Thinking too much, me thinks. Remember, Carol, don't let your mind be the devil's playground!
But let's just say that I am extremely confused at the moment okay? Idiotic morons are hacking my brain now.
Why are you doing this to me?! I think I've just fallen into the very trap I promised myself I'd never fall into! Gah.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Welcome to Malaysia, people.
I read this article the other day in the Star about how we Malaysians have a 'Mega Sale Mentality'. Want people to apply for a new MyKad? Don't threaten them with fines; offer them a free MyVi instead! You know, that kind of thing.
So, yesterday, while going to IOI to celebrate Roy's bday at Pizza Hut, this is what we witnessed the moment we stepped inside:
Wah! So many people! The usually empty office-linking foyer was chockful of people.
At first, we were like 'Wahliueh. What on earth is happening?'
Then it hit me: Oh yeah! The 50% off traffic fines ends the day after tomorrow!
Welcome to Malaysia, everyone.
We arrived at IOI around 7.15pm. The queue was horribly long, with the people snaking from the police booth to the stores nearby, eventually ending at a nearby empty shop. Goodness. There were at least what, 500 people there, just waiting to hand over their traffic fines?
When we left at 9.30pm, there were still at least 200 hundred people there. WAH!
We walked past them, kinda sniggering. I think they were shooting daggers at us. If looks could kill, I'd have died multiple times over yesterday.
Haha...what la... you had an entire month to pay, but in true Malaysian fashion, you wait till the day before the sale period ends to pay together, with the rest of Malaysia.
Haha! I feel so mean.
Because Blogger sucks when it comes to the uploading of pictures, you shall have to come to my Multiply to look at it. Go la! :P You'd enjoy yourself...I promise. Teehee.
Oh oh and I'll be uploading the other piccies soon! After I hand in my assign la, that is. :P
I got this off minishorts who got it off tomorrow.sg and I found it really good.
So, let's take a walk down memory lane, okay?
I am the girl who finally came into the world after at least three miscarriages.
I am the baby who fell down when she was a few months old from her rocker, causing her parents to panic.
I am the little girl who woke up to the announcement of the birth of her little sister.
I am the girl who played Power Rangers with her best friend when she was seven.
I am the girl who quarrelled with that wonderful best friend over trivial matters, and left the best friend who never cried, in tears.
I am the girl who was fiercely sensitive.
I am the girl who had a crush on you for seven years.
I am the girl who picked up the flute against everyone's skepticism and objections, and came out victorious.
I am the girl who got together with one of her not-so-good-friend's crush and caused extra months of angst and estrangement.
I am the girl who later became that girl's good (dare I say, best?) friend.
I am the girl who ran off to cry when she felt so excluded from the people in band.
I am the girl who was heartbroken when you were mean to me, though I tried so hard to be nice to you.
I am the girl who felt so distraught because you guys didn't think I was deserving of the position I got in Form4.
I am the girl who always fell asleep in Geography class, only to be poked awake by her friends.
I am the girl who slept 4/8 periods in school and became known as 'Sleeping Queen'.
I am the girl who chose to be lazy and only study 1 1/2 months prior to SPM, but still scored 7As that she did not deserve.
I am the girl who wonders what she would have gotten had she studied harder.
I am the girl who went up to the pulpit right after worship one day, unannounced, to exhort and in a sense, critique the church.
I am the girl who had her hair dyed by her friends on her 16th birthday. Prefects dyed her hair, witnessed by the Head Prefect.
I am the girl who came to KL, not knowing what the future held for her.
I am the girl, who then started having a crush on you halfway through last year.
I am the girl who still likes you.
I am also the girl who is very attracted to someone else while still liking you very, very much.
I am the girl who has changed a lot since coming out to the big city.
I am the girl who has learnt to submit to leadership, and the Lordship of Christ.
I am the young girl who looks forward to being a woman after God's own heart.
I am the girl who dreams of the day she gets married, and the kids after.
I am the girl who still dreams of getting her legal degree.
I am the girl who still searches the sky for shooting stars.
I am the girl who wants to lie down beneath the sky and just gaze at the stars.
I am the girl who has only learnt to love God more and trust that God has her best intentions in mind.
I am that girl, that's just me. Let me be who I am, let God shape me. The Potter is not done with me yet.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PC!!!!! :D
Yups people, it's PC's (Pastor Cathryn) birthday! She is 30+++. 39. Teehee. However, she looks as young and beautiful as ever. Besides, we all love her, no matter how old young she is.
And what a wonderfully inspiring leader she is!
I appreciate PC, and deeply honour and respect her for her passion towards us young(er) people. I so want to be like her!
PC, you're the BEST! :)
Hi. Just a quick one.
Jump on to 1am's blog to find out more on what's been happening in the ministry! And I already link to their site so head over there for chords and pictures. Especially those of you guys who want to see pictures from the Kuching trip and the other concerts they've ministered in.
And of course la, let's not forget 1am's spiritual family... This is who we are!
Do, do continue to support, and remember that worship is a lifestyle ya! So glorify God through the way you live! And I'm speaking for myself as well la, heh.
Oh those of you guys who are heading here next year..or anytime soon, do drop by ECF. Better still, make ECF your spiritual family! I guarantee that you'd be ministered to. But obviously... you need to be open to ministry la hor? Heh.
Eee. This class's lecturer is here already. I'm running away now... back to the workshop to cut cloth. My lunch break has lasted for 2 hours d. Lol. Bad Carol.
I feel indignant.
I am Very Indignant because I was dunked in the pool just now, courtesy of Max the Meanie.
It's Roy's birthday! Happy birthday, Roy!
Yalah. That's why I got dunked into the pool. You think what, I like jumping into the pool on a whim izzit?
Only Roy was supposed to go in. However, in process of trying to push him in, Chiam and I went into. 2 girls and 1 guy. Max's fault. He didn't go in, and neither did Jackee.
Unfair. Revenge is a-waiting them.
Not only did I get wet, I scraped my knee pretty badly and my slipper was torn. :( *cries*
Therefore, I now have 2 strips of transparent Hansaplast on my right knee. The ironic thing is that I just purchased the plasters, thinking 'hey, cool. Transparent plasters. I wonder when I'll get to use them'
Smart move, Carol.
Need to buy new slippers d! Probably some Hawaiianas from Bata or something.....
I feel like throwing some people into the pool. Specifically Max. Repeatedly. Until he gets hypothermia and a lungful of water. And then throw Jackee in just for extra satisfaction.
*Evil laugh*
Early this morning, at approximately 3.00am, I made a conscious decision to forgive.
Forgive who, you ask?
Well, to cut a long story short, J, who was over at my place at that unearthly hour so that I, his 24-hour on-call secretary could do his typing for him, dropped a comment that he had chatted to W, one of my classmates.
Yalah. The same W that said that my classmates were attending to their boyfriends husbands.
J mentioned that W made some comments about me, and that he agreed with some of them. I then told him outright that if he felt I needed to know what it was, then shoot. If not, don't bother telling me.
He didn't think I could handle it, so he didn't tell me. Fine with me.
But me, knowing already that the comments were most probably harsh, was already deeply hurt. Not hurt because W made those comments - I could hardly care. However, I was hurt because J didn't defend me. I would have defended him. He's my friend and brother. That's what family does - defend each other and cover each other's backs.
After awhile, I requested for a break. And he made a remark that I 'obviously couldn't handle it.' I just grunted la.
Then J had to leave for awhile to go over to his friend's place. The moment he left, I sat down on my bed and prayed. And I made a choice, a choice to forgive him. To forgive W. To forgive W for making those comments, and to forgive J for not defending me. It was hard, but when I chose to do the right thing - FORGIVE, and not hold grudges - my heart and emotions felt so much better.
I was smiling again when he came back, and proceeded to be his secretary till 6.00am.... :/
You see right, forgiveness is a conscious decision. It is a choice you have to make, no matter who hurt you, or how badly you were hurt. It's a decision of the heart.
Holding a grudge, having unforgiveness, on the other hand, is just like holding a hot coal in your hands. You're the one feeling the pain from the coal burning, and hoping that the other person is feeling the same pain. But he isn't. You are. And you're getting more hurt in the process.
Why bother?
I forgive, because I am forgiven.
I am in a slightly more composed mood, so I will talk about Saturday in detail! :D Bear with me, yes? I enjoyed Saturday too much to not talk about it!
Woke up in the morning to go for my very first jamming session with 1am youth... I've been very busy the past few weeks, so I couldn't make it then! But anyway... the session was so cool! Deborah wrote a song, without its chords, so she, Neil, Steph, Caleb and I collaborated to form the chords, the melody of the song etc. Therefore, if it appears on the album or anything like that, my name will be there! Heh. Exciting, yes? And we all need to come up with our own songs as well!
Then we went for lunch at IOI mall where I got naughty and ate KFC in McD's... shopped for foundation at Guardian where I got a real steal: Maybelline's Wonderfinish which usually costs RM39.90 at RM28.88! Not bad eh?
Popular, where I introed Steph to Cecilia Ahern's Where Rainbows End, which is a wonderful book! Bought some book which was on sale which I obviously have not read nor wrapped yet.
SNL practice was at 3pm, as usual. I thank God for giving this chance these few months to play more and prove myself, by His grace!
Anyway, we had Pastor Mervin Jayaseela from PlanetShakers Perth preach. It was great! He did a great session complete with altar calls and stuff.
Now, you must understand that altar calls are quite a rarity in ECF. Not because the leaders don't believe in the Holy Spirit or whatever, but more because they (I think) don't want it to be too common and lose its power. It happens, you know, where people get too used to the infilling of the Holy Spirit.
Anyway. After a very wonderful session, it was off to the beef noodles place near Jln Alor! A bowl with wantan mee mee, minced beef on it, and a bowl of yummy beef soup with super-tender beef strips. Grrr...I promise pictures once I upload them from the camera! :/ Quite reasonable too... A small bowl of mee and soup plus a cup of leong fun (cincau) only cost RM5! Max paid for me, which is terrible, really, considering that it was his birthday we were celebrating. I should have been the one paying for him (
Obviously, when you have a bunch of fun-loving, LUCT students around, you inevitably get loads of lame jokes and funny actions. Therefore, I laughed and laughed the whole time. Joe being our entertainer also helped. He is seriously funny. Jase, Ben and Edison (look! Your name again! Haha!), I think I got your substitute here already! Heh.
Drove one big round only to get back to the same area... Hai Lo or Halo or whatever the name of the place was. It looked nice, and there was this group performing inside. Two guys who played the guitar and a girl. One of the guys could sing really, really well! Too bad the place was closing up. Two shops down was The Wall, where loads of people were crammed into as there was a live blues and jazz performance going on. But for me, the highlight was seeing a while classic Mercedes convertible with its top down! Cool la.
Off to Bangsar where they have uber cool graffiti. We were opposite Illusions and Modestos. Oh and I saw the Grappa in Bangsar too! It was closed pretty early though. Obviously with the area being Bangsar and stuff, it was pretty.... complicated la, so while waiting for Bern and the rest to arrive, those of us in Joe's car went up to the 100yen Japanese shop to look around.
Wanted to go to Starbucks when the rest arrived but it was 2am and Starbucks was closing.
Now I'll be honest. Bangsar really isn't that cool and I wasn't very comfortable there. It felt really weird, and unsafe. Now I, being the simple, uncomplicated and domesticated girl that I am, didn't want to do as much as cross the road without one of the guys with me. *hugs Chun Wen and Max*
The air around Bangsar just reeked of alcohol and smoke. Unhealthy. There were weird guys around, rich socialites (Bern's E200K totally blended in) and girls with all sorts of skimpy clothes around. I tell you, we looked so out of place there with our extremely simple dressing!
There was even a clothing boutique open! I told Lizzie it probably caters to those girls who overdrink, puke, and need new clothes.
Yalah. So that was Boring Bangsar at 2am. Max remarked that the people were probably at TwelveSI, Zouk, or Nuovo. All downtown KL.
Anyway. The 24-hours A&W in PJ. Talked, laughed and made silly videos. I had a waffle with ice-cream that was quite wasted, since I only ate slightly more than a quarter of it.
I was quite stoned when I reached home. I crashed right after washing my face... and proceeded to be quite stoned the whole of Sunday.
But! Saturday was so, so fun! But it's definitely not something that'll be happening often; for one thing, it's expensive to drive to KL! Therefore last Saturday was definitely one of those once-in-a-green-striped-pink-moon days.
Happy, happy belated birthday to MAX! The super-talented, naughty, good-looking brother of mine. It's such an honour to serve with a guy like him who has such a passion for God and is so servant-hearted! Cheers! :)
CONGRATULATIONS TO STEVEN TEOH, MY VERY VERY WONDERFUL CAMPUS MINISTER AND BIG KOR-KOR (haha...) ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SECOND DAUGHTER! OH AND BEE KIM, HIS VERY WONDERFUL WIFE!
Their first daughter is Yu En. She is 1 year old and absolutely gorgeous. I wonder what the new daughter will be called. Since Yu En means universal grace, will they name the new baby Yu Ai (universal love) or something like that? Teehee. xP
And Bee Kim made it past Mission Sunday yesterday!
Mission Sunday was organised by kidzoo kidzone yesterday to support Si Peng and Ren Chun, our people in China. It was so fun, and pictures will be up in my Multiply really really soon! The kids were so adorable, going around with their paper top-hats polishing shoes, selling cookies, nasi lemak, and serenading people. Oh, yes, Bee Kim's the head zookeeper leader of kidzone. Can you imagine? This close to her going into labour and she was still so vibrant, promoting the event.
Mission Sunday was a roaring success! All the coupons were sold within 3 Sundays, and they were all gone halfway through the event yesterday. Yup, all RM3000 worth of coupons. Then people started paying in cash. With a church of only about 300 people, of while less than 200 prolly attended the event yesterday, can you imagine how much a person spent on average? I bought RM20 worth, Lizzie too, and I know Pastor bought 13 ok! We're such a servant-hearted church with generous spirits!
But, the highlight of the day below, Visa Mastercard advertisement-style:
1 packet of nasi lemak: RM4.00
1 hotdog: RM2.00
Cost of a shoe-shine: RM1.00
Cheesecake: RM3.00
Watching Kelvin Lim dance and sing to the music of La Bamba: Priceless
Some things in life cannot be bought. For everything else, there's Kidzone Mission Sunday coupons!
Teehee.
Oh then Bern dropped me off at Megamall where I met up with people I haven't seen in donkey's years! I met up with the very wonderful Jess Lim, Gerardine Tan, Audrey Kho, Eileen and Crazy Hanna!
We walked around buying stuff in Carrefour and basically just hanging out. However, I had to leave for my Midautumn Festival dinner with my family around 6.30pm.
Pictures to be up really soon, I promise! I'll put some here once I figure out how to put pictures on Blogger, but I'll post the rest in Multiply where you can rip it off! I don't want you to take a million years to load this blog okay? :)
Oh and I must mention one thing: I was up around KL till 3.00am on Saturday to celebrate Max's birthday! Right after SNL and stuff like that, Bern and Joe drove us to some beef noodle place near Corona Inn at Jln Alor to feast. Yummylicious! Then we went to this place called HaLo where we wanted to listen to some blues but it was closing as it was 1am! :( Off to Bangsar where I can now say I was at Bangsar at a crazy hour but blah, Bangsar not happening enough then lah. I still think SNL is the most happening place on a Saturday night. All that was happening in Bangsar was alcohol (not cool) and smoke (also not cool) and lousy music (blah). I think the 100Yen shop we visited was more fun.
Then off to A&W PJ, which is 24-hours to eat some more (my goodness, the calories!) talk, make silly lame jokes, and making silly home-videos.
I slept at 4.00am and crawled up at 8.00am for Chinese Service. After all the hullabaloo yesterday, I was flat out, I tell you. Just flat flat out. And I still am.
But oh, tragedy, there's class now so I can't sleep. :(
Woe.
I think I'll go into more detail of my extremely fun night out in the next post! :)
Ha I got my designs approved. So now they're sitting upstairs while I surf around the net to 'relax', you know what I mean?
I'm boycotting Makanlah, the Very Expensive Cafeteria in school. They just had an absurd price increase. RM7 for chicken chop, when the original price was RM5?! Excuse me?! You think we all millionaires ah? RM5 for chap fan with one vegetable (half an egg tofu/a few straggly strands of vegetable) and one meat (a puny piece of chicken)? Hello? We Malaysia or Somalia?
Stupidlah, really.
So yalah, my plan is to buy a thermos flask! Yes! Like the ones you used ot bring to primary school a million years ago! And I will then resolve to actually wake up early enough in the morning to cook and bring my nice, home-cooked, yummy, cheap food to college! That way, I wouldn't feel like I'm being ripped off every single day!
Or I could just skip lunch and eat a very late one at home... but then... hungry la, so how?
Or maybe I should just have a heavy breakfast. Like, one High Five (oh, I know, High 5 sucks but no Gardenia in college :( ) and maybe one fishball stick and a packet of Milo or something like that. That will definitely keep me filled.
Haih. Eating dilemmas.
Boycott Makanlah! Grrrr......
A Lantern Fest tonight for our Campus Champs project! Ally, Max, Roy, Bee Sean and I (named the PKL [pau-ka-liao) Group) will be having a little thing with a few oikos in Vista Millenium. Something that involves mooncakes, lanterns, and hopefully throwing Max into the adjoining lake and leaving him there. Teehee. Good idea, yes? Quite the perfect birthday present for him, IMHO. :P
Can someone please tell me the easiest and most convenient way of posting photos up on blogspot? And how I can put my display pic? I tried the pukika or pikika or whatever programme...but...dunno le...
Gotta run! There's a briefing for our cheongsam fashion show now! :)
I uploaded pictures to my Multiply! Go there and check them out!
It's not all I wanted to upload...but I had to be quick.
Anyway, there's work to be done. Can you believe that today, I got to college early, sat down in class with everyone else and... the class rep, Shirley's phone rang. Oh, lecturer got very bad flu cannot come to class. Garh..
But on the other hand can do my pattern drafting! However, I spent the rest of the supposed class time catching up on much needed sleep alone in the design room.
So now I'm all bright and chirpy and ready to go cut! Thank God no class man. I hadn't finished the assignment. Teehee.
And I thought I'll finally put in a blogger picture. And ahlian looking one, no less! Or maybe the other... whatever it is, if you see the peace sign one, it's obviously ahlian-ified on PURPOSE!
Okay. Random thoughts completed. Goodbye!
I wanted to post something up, but then I didn't think that it would be appropriate here, so I held back from doing so. Besides, I need to compose and gather my thoughts first.
Hanna's leaving to the UK! And I'm sad. :( We're going to be going to Megamall tomorrow to hang out and go shopping...
Anyway. I'm officially out from my valley-low point. God has been good, as always. He's guided me through this time and I believe I've come out wiser. Thank you, my wonderful Father and friend!
Discipleship tonight in my house with PC, Ally, Ju, Liz, Chiam, Bee Sean, Cynthia (my girls), Irene, Siao Wei, and Jane (Ju's)! I'm kintio. Very very kintio. Because I can't find the phone cover SHHHHHhhhHHHhHHh.... Die one, I tell you. Sure die one.
Behold:
Signs I am in the middle of a very tiring semester
1. I wake up at 9.15, or even worse, 9.30 to catch the 9.45 bus to college.
2. I don't put on makeup anymore.
3. I sleep at around 3am. And that's on a good day.
4. I reach home at 6.30pm.
5. What dinner?
Ah okaylah. Need to get back to my life of work.
Hrmmmmm...hello everyone. Let me take a second to do this:
HELLO JOANNE Y!!!!!!!!!! LET'S GO EAT MAMAK MORE!!!!!!
Ahahaha...I just had to do that.
Behold, people, I will now officially link to Joanne's page!
Now my tummy's satiated with the first full meal I've had all week without wasting (I had nasi paprik with a telur dadar and teh tarik suam in Haikal)I'm updating for the second time today and no, I don't usually update that much, contrary to popular belief.
I do have a life, you know. Outside of this whole blogging thing, I mean.
So yes. Back to life for me.
Mmmm quick mention though: I watched The Passion of Christ for the third time today for an outreach and I cried more than I have the past two times. I think it's probably because more realisations hit me this time around.
Jackee said I cried like a baby. :( It's not my fault. Didn't even use him as my Kleenex summore. Emo bah, what to do? I'm human you know. A human GIRL summore. So how? Die, die both ways.
But more on that next time around.
Ta.
Overheard in my class this afternoon:
Lecturer: W, where is E?
W: Oh her boyfriend is here so she is with him
A few minutes later...
Lecturer: W, where is J?
W: Oh her boyfriend is sick so she's with him
WAH! I DIDN'T REALISE THAT GIRLFRIEND MEANS WIFE!
I mean, like, wtheck? Yalah, fine, he's your boyfriend and you think you love him but what, that makes you his maid ah? Or is that the modern-day version of 'Teacher teacher I'm sick *fake cough* so I can't make it to class today'?
So I can only imagine what J is doing with her boyfriend. From what I know of her, I find it hard to imagine her puttering around the house, being a little Florence Nightingale, giving the boyfriend an ice-cold compress, and cooking him gross highly nutritious(!) chicken soup with chinese herbs, while fussing over him like a mother hen.
Right. More like they're making out now. Haha! :P
When did Carol become so mean? Lol.....
I really detest it when these ah-lian girls get together with their ah-kua boyfriends and become so touchy-feely, emotional, 'honey-i-love-you-like'. That's when they change their status on friendster to 'married' (edison, not you. HAHA!) and call each other 'lau-kong' and 'lau-po'. (That's Chinese for 'hubby' and 'wife')
It's so gross when the girls talk to each other and they go 'Eh, so how's your lau-kong today ah?' and the girl being talked to gives this shy little giggle and goes 'Hehe... he's okay! Your lau-kong leh? You been good to him or not?'
*Pukes volumes*
Eh hello, excuse me, he is not your husband nor are you his wife. What, you pay bills together meh? You have a legal, binding contract that states that you are lawfully wedded?
Get this straight about what you are: GIRLFRIEND AND BOYFRIEND. And I'm being nice. I have a million other things to call it but I won't.
So you see hor, in the whole process right, it goes like this:
friends -> boy/girlfriend -> fiance(e) -> husband/wife
Like that only correct la! And you are one, no, two, steps away from the final part!
So please do me and the entire universe a favour and stop lau-kong/po-ing each other. Especially so if you switch 'husbands' every few months/years or so.
Example of a friendster 'about me' section:
...I love my new lau-kong veli veli much! He is so nice to me! Lau-kong, I luv luv you and promise u we be veli happy together forever okay?! ^:*
Yeah, if you have 500 forevers to give to each and every other guy you've been with.
Ooooh these people just sicken me so much!
So anyway, I'm sick.
Have been up and down this entire week..and it took a turn for the worse yesterday. I was feeling fine in the morning and afternoon, (save for the cough that's been tormenting me for a good 1 week) but I started to feel weird during worship yesterday. Made loads of mistakes la.
But anyway, that's not the point.
When pastor started preaching, I started feeling really cold and borrowed Lizzie's jacket. However, that wasn't enough, so I went to the creche at the back of the sanctuary, switched off the aircon in there, and sat down shivering while attempting to listen to the message. I could feel myself burning up. My throat went dry and my mouth was burning, and you could fry an egg on my forehead.
Really sick la, elaborate now also no use right?
Anyway James, Charlene and Yean Ching prayed for me! :D As did Ju, Lizzie and a bunch of other people. *hugs* Thanks much, guys!
But that's not my point.
I went to some 24-hour clinic to see the doctor there. He prescribed me some medicine while telling me not to wash my hair etc but not in a friendly doctor way la. So I took the medicine and left. Had a pau in Everyday before I stomached the medicine.
Reached the house feeling lightheaded and all floaty. Lizzie, my wonderful, wonderful housemate made me go straight to bed. Then she (get this) sponged me! The wonderful girl spent at least 3-4 hours in my room sponging me with cold water on my forehead, hands, legs etc while reading her sociology book and playing games on my handphone.
No one's sponged me in a LONG time!
I wurveeee that girl.
But I digress. The point is that, while I was lying there being pampered (teehee), my heart rate skyrocketed. Really. It just flew up to about 132. I could feel my heart struggling to pump and I was super freaked out okay, but there wasn't much I could do.
Called up the clinic this morning and asked for the names of the medicine. One lousy nurse said 'Aiyah, just continue the medication lah...."
WAH LAU EXCUSE ME! MY HEART'S BEATING LIKE I JUST RAN a MARATHON AND YOU TELL ME TO JUST CONTINUE EATING THE MEDICATION? WHAT, WANT ME TO DIE IZZIT?! LOUSYYYY GIT.
Called up Michelle Tan, one of the many pharmacists in church and asked her about it. She advised me to ask for the leaflet of the medicine to read about the side-effects blah blah and call her back in an hour so she could check her pharmacology book at home.
Cannot go clinic so mah I used the Internet to check lor.
And get this: Actifed, the flu medicine the doctor prescribed me is only supposed to be taken once every 12 hours, and a maximum of 1 tablet at a time.
You know how many he asked me to take? TWO!
Read this:
Side Effects of This Medicine
Along with its needed effects, a medicine may cause some unwanted effects. Although serious side effects occur rarely when this medicine is taken as recommended, they may be more likely to occur if:
* too much medicine is taken
* it is taken in large doses
* it is taken for a long period of time
Get emergency help immediately if any of the following symptoms of overdose occur :
For all combinations
Convulsions (seizures);dizziness or lightheadedness (severe); fast, slow, or irregular heartbeat; hallucinations (seeing, hearing, or feeling things that are not there); headache (continuing and severe); increased sweating; mood or mental changes; nausea or vomiting (severe or continuing); nervousness or restlessness (severe); shortness of breath or troubled breathing; stomach cramps or pain (severe or continuing); swelling or tenderness in the upper abdomen or stomach area; trouble in sleeping
Source: drugs.com
Ah. You tell me? What kind of doctor is that? Wah....wanna whack him man...
Sue! Sue! Haha....kidding..though I wish I could. :(
Even now my heart rate is about 108. That's not normal! Normal heart rate should be about 60-85!
Never go to Klinik Selva in Bandar Puchong Jaya!
*mutters angrily under her breath*
Might need to see Dr Chin soon... that's my family doctor here lah. But he's super expensive lah.
I'm missing YOF today because of my sickness so I'm sad. Plus all my bones are aching. What's going on in my body?!
When I was a little girl (which wasn't that many years ago, really,) I used to dream of studying in one of those Ivy League/Old British Universities.
For only about 16 years of my life, I wanted to do law. And I was aiming to get into one of those supremely old and famous universities like *points above*.
To stand up for the weak and to deal out justice, that was my dream.
Suffice to say, halfway through my last year in school, that dream was shattered by hard facts from people. Facts like what a dog-eat-dog and dog-eat-their-own-puppies world the legal world is.
And how I didn't think I'll be able to be a stellar criminal lawyer that could stand to my own convictions.....
So I gave up my dream and pursued my second dream: design. Which is relly quite a turn from the original dream isn't it?
Though I'm perfectly happy where I am now and know that there is a divine purpose in me being here, a little part of me can't help but wonder, "What if I hadn't given up on my law dream?"
Okay lah, let's not go into the normal avenues like how I wouldn't have met Ally, Lizzie and all the tremendous people I know now okay? Let's just settle outside of people.
Would I be in Harvard Law? Oxford? Yale? Cambridge?
Don't snigger, people, I know my own capabilities.
When I read about how my fellow Malaysians are there, in my dream universities, something deep inside my heart feels this little painful pull. This little painful pull that tells me that they are living my dream.
And that makes me sad.
Now I feel like this little inadequate misfit who doesn't belong in this big, black, building I walk into every day.
I want to realise this dream of mine one day. I really do. I just don't know if I can realise it.
And it'll be different, you know? Walking onto a campus at the age of 25 as compared to being there aged 19/20. Ha and that's if I even get there at that age which I really highly doubt.
Be prepared to see a newspaper clipping of an old grandma aged 75 who completed her life's dream of having a legal degree from Harvard/Yale/Oxford/Cambridge!
This is really quite saddening.
On the other hand, what do you get when you combine a fashion designer with a lawyer?
A pretty wicked combination, in my humble opinion.
Sigh, I dunno la, really. I love what I'm doing now, really, (though it gives me a major headache more often than not), but I just can't help thinking of what I might have missed out on.
The unthinkable has happened.
Ally discovered my blog!!!!! *screams aloud*
Okay lah, I know, I'm just asking for my blog to be discovered if I actually pen down personal thoughts on the big bad web, right? But you see right, there's a significant difference between normal people reading my blog, and my discipler reading it. Somehow...I feel...constrained. I don't know how to explain it, because it's not because I have any secrets or whatever...but it's just weird, you know?
But I'm kind of glad she found it because she proceeded to print out my previous posts where I was going through weird phases as well to remind me of how I overcame it.
"Carol, don't let your mind be the devil's playground," she said.
"Crucify your thoughts"
Tough, but I will do it.
Anyway, am I really any different back home compared to here? I don't think so lah..really...but there's no one who can justify it because, well, no one sees me here and home. Except for like, Max la..and maybe Cuz but I fancy that I'm the same. Really.
The whole Nick saga was a joke. :( He's one of my best guy-friends and will always be. I suppose we're just too comfortable around each other.
Hrmm...dunno la.
Sorry ya, everyone, for just totally going so random. I'm fine. Really. I just need to sort out my thoughts and make sure I don't provide any space for Mr D to play around in my mind.
Gotta go....
I'm glad to know (though I always have) that I'm not the only unfortunate soul out there who suffers from PMS.
Reading what minishorts had to say about her own PMS experiences had me cracking up in laughter (which, by the way, has become a rarity with me nowadays).
It doesn't help at all that PMS has decided to torture me the week I need to think of a million and one design ideas (by the way, my creative juices don't seem to flow that well at the moment) and have a supremely tight schedule. I can't afford to sleep, yet I can't not sleep because if I don't have my precious, precious sleep, this mathematical formula occurs:
Lack of sleep + PMS = PMS effects x 100000
I get super-emotional, super-touchy, and super-everything-unlike-me. At that point, Smiling Carol is replaced by Moody Carol, who when alone in her room morphs into Crying Carol.
Oh woe to those who provoke me during PMS!
I took a look at myself in the mirror and gasped at how haggard, tired, moody and lifeless I looked. And I didn't even have time to put on some much-needed makeup in my (probably futile) effort to look just little bit brighter, chirpier and perkier.
Even those words look irritating at the moment.
Now excuse me while I drag my feet back to class.
Isn't it absolutely annoying when people are rude?
And worse is, how they are rude almost all the freaking time and think that the friggin' world revolves around them and their little, boxed, mindset?
How they expect you to wait on them hands and feet and put up with every little bit of their idio(t)syncracies and not mind because hey, they are memang like that anyway, they don't give a *whatever* about it?
Completely irritating, that's what it is.
No offence meant, but grow up, girl.
I've been around...challenging people my whole life and I've come through each every single one of them. I've seen them grow, develop and mature into thinking, intellectuals almost-adults whom I can hold a decent conversation with and not have them throw a blardy temper tantrum.
Childish, childish, childish.
The world doesn't revolve around you, okay?
Oh how she can get on my nerves when she starts acting that way. The only thing that stops me from wanting to unleash that BEAST within me is the knowledge that I'm supposed to be Beauty, darn it, and keep my temper and composure. Some more I'm trying to reach out to her, if I lose my temper and do something stupid, kan die lah?
But ooooohhhh how I wish I could give her a piece of my mind sometimes. Something along the lines of 'GROW UP YOU *insert unpleasant word here* AND STOP THINKING THAT THE WOLRD REVOLVES AROUND YOU! STOP TREATING PEOPLE LIKE YOUR PERSONAL SLAVES, GET A LIFE, IMPROVE ON YOUR LANGUAGE, AND BASICALLY JUST.....'
And at this point, throttle her.
And march away.
And lose the friendship forever.
Ha. Ha. Ha. The irony of life.
Freaking stressed at the moment, really, because lancome is due today for preliminary showings and I don't have a single idea for that stupid design competition that is really getting on my nerves now I haven't finished the final cheongsam yet Photoshop is waiting for me got a million things to do oh I hate this semester.
And this annoying character chooses today to annoy the heck out of me.
SO WHAT IF YOU ARE STRESSED? YOU THE ONLY ONE MEH?! SO WHAT IF YOU LACK SLEEP? SO DO THE REST OF US YOU....YOU....ARGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ANNOYING ANNOYING ANNOYING ANNOYING ANNOYING!
Wah, I tell you, I really want to throw her off the Twin Towers right now! I'm feeling so unstable!
I think I'm PMS-ing as well la.
Gah I have never needed God's grace as I need it now.
Control, Carol, control.
