I'm blogging more often than usual ;)

It's not like I don't have a life - in fact I have a dozen things to do right now, but imma slacking them off.

I'm supposed to go to the mall today, but - don't gasp - a girl can get lazy to shop sometimes, especially when she has limited finances and has to budget.

I already been to Pyramid twice in the past two days! Gotta set sight to further territories, but then am not up to walking much.

Ah well. Holidays are such a bliss *sigh*




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Okay, I just wrote a post about FB, but I don't think it sounds very eloquent so imma delete it and you just read this instead.

What this guy said about the most popular social networking reminded me why I didn't want to open an FB account.

Now I feel like watching TV. Adieu folks!

If SHINee were Chibi-s..

... this is how they'll sound like!





Dahahhahahahaa ~

All the gothic smexiness is gone, but the voices are oh so cute!




the dudes...


and their chibi-s!



Zees is so adorable!! Colored pants and all. LOL.

Grandpa's slipping away. I sense it, and there's nothing I can do.

It's just this helplessness that I can't stop him from ageing, can't stop time from flowing forward.

Suddenly, in the middle of a quiet night, I'm so afraid of time. Like a thief, it robs us from life itself. Every ticking second, never returning.



As a child, before sleep came, I used to stare up at the ceiling from my bed. The night-light was always on then, and shadows were cast on the rectangular boxes of my ceiling panels.

On most nights, I just tried to draw the boxes in one straight line. Some nights I drifted off to sleep right away.

But there were some occasional, rare nights, where big questions in life hit me. Things like, am I really gonna grow old?, can time ever stop?, how is life gonna be at 23?

Well I'm only a year more away to finding the answer to that, but yeah.

And yeah imagine thinking about that when you were only, what, 11? 12? That's why I believe it when people say I'm mature and wise beyond my years :P

(Not that people actually say that about me. But, yeah.)



I've pretty much found the answers to most of the Qs anyway: I AM really gonna keep growing old, and time will never stop, ever.



I try to spend time with Grandpa and Grandma, but it never seem enough. The times I say hello and goodbye to them are numbered, and I try to make the best of each outing.

But it never seem enough.

Even if I spend the whole day with them, or even if I stay overnight at their place, I can feel the seconds ticking by.



Dr Gong once said, that the only things absolute in life, are death and taxes. We laughed then, but how true that is.

Can't escape death, huh. Still, doesn't make accepting it any easier.

I've been sheltered. Everyone dear to me is still here, but I know some day they gotta go.




And being empathic, in situations like this, has its pros and cons.

By putting my shoes into that of the future me, I experience the emotions associated with the loss of loved ones, which damps my mood (like now).

But because I know how it feels like to not have them around forever, cherishing and treasuring comes easily to me.



And despite me confessing that I fear time, I don't let that fear control my life.

I'm not paranoid about time ticking past - it is, after all, something we cannot change.

I don't constantly worry about small things in life. Sometimes, if things gotta happen, they will happen no matter what you do.

And I definitely won't sit at a corner, too busy gushing and wailing about time passing, that I actually let precious time pass me by.




The best memories are created when you do something, and take a snapshot of your emotions at the height of that.

Right now, I have many memories.
Memories of Grandpa smiling his toothy smile as we greet him;
of his strong hold on my arm as I guide him through the lottery shops;
of him sitting on his favorite chair, flipping the newspapers;
of him stealing a banana from Grandma's basket and peeling them discreetly to eat (Grandma doesn't like him eating bananas coz they make his throat phlegmy);
of him talking amicably to the Indian barber when he gets his monthly haircut;
of him eating his roti canai breakfast at mamak stalls and dripping dahl all over his plate;

and we'll continue creating memories, as long as he's still here, and I can still remember.




Because it's there in my memories, that Grandpa will forever have a strong hold in :)

All this while, I thought I was 175 cm. You know, what with the talk about only seeing potential guys if they're above 180 cm and all.

Two days ago, I went to Pathlab for a physical examination. Among the many things measured, height was one of them.


And guess what! I'm actually 173.5 cm.


The revelation and realization have such a .... profound impact. Upon recollection, I actually HAVE measured myself around 173 in a few height-measuring machines before, but I always shrugged them off as being random errors ("ralat paralaks").

But, there's this tone of finality when a health authoritative figure actually wrote that number down in your medical report.

I'm now viewing the world 1.5 cm shorter :(



... Or, I could challenge that. That the 173.5 cm is:

a) really ralat paralaks (I cannot, for the life of me, remember what the English term is);
b) inaccurate because the Pathlab measuring tape was pasted to a wall;
c) because the fluids in my vertebrates have seeped out due to gravity and I become 1.5 cm shorter during the day.



I demand a re-measurement!

Tonight's musical is the most entertaining MPO performance I've ever been to!

In the usual classical music setting, where everyone dresses up a tee bit formally and seems a little stiffy, I find myself afraid to breathe during a performance; because really, every single shuffle is magnified in the big wooden echoey hall.

Tonight's musical was so different from all the MPO performances that I've ever attended. We laughed, we clapped, we whistled. We even sang along with the two performers!

The show was pretty engaging from the start (where a cellphone from the audience rang, with the Nokia ringtone, and the annoyed pianist started making a tune out of that),
sustained in the middle (the piano with the credit card really happened!)
and blast off to the end (where all the songs they played were jumbled together into one grand never-ending - and I meant this - piece), right down to the very last anti-climatic note.

It was great fun! :D Even though I agree with jo that the humor was very slapstick. Still, managed to tickle a few laughs from all of us. Some of the jokes were quite 18 too! *slaps forehead*

Sounds like I'm enjoying my hols so far huh ;) I am! I'm now staying up to watch South Park. I miss Eric Cartman, heehee :D

Another dry post. Bear with me, alright? Longer (and wetter? ahem?) posts coming your way soon!

I FEEL IT I FEEL IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

*laughs hysterically*

The whole day, I've been asking other people, "How come I'm not feeling high one?"

I mean, exams are over, right? My first semester of third year is really over, right?

It's not like I was completely drained or whatever. I guess that fact just didn't settle in yet.

Not until I reached home, turned on the computer, and realized I can play FB without feeling any guilt.

WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'M FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's such a refreshing feeling, an entirely new one, that I'm not quite sure how to deal with it :D

What should I do now? Should I blog? Should I reply emails? Should I plurk? Should I play Tycoons?

(Okay I shall Harvest my Resources first.)

Woohoo!!!




Today my right leg almost chao kan-ed from driving. I think I cannot drive for long hours lah; it's the unmoving position of my foot that strains my nerve or something.

We drove in two cars to Kota Kemuning to celebrate have lunch at Auntie Juliet Garden Cafe and soon bin celebrate emmy's belated birthday. The place has a very homely feel, what with all the decor on the walls, checkered table clothes, and cloth-draped chairs.

The food ain't that bad too! Emmy and I had Nemo-Ariel i.e. Grilled Fish and Prawn - I thought the fish was okay, the prawn was a tee bit dry, and the iced honey lemon was thirst-quenchingly yummy :D

After that, jerry's car went off to watch 2012 (at Summit, coz chances of tickets running out at the cinema there are pretty low), and my car drove off to 1U to celebrate karen's bday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



But halfway through our plans changed, and we ended up back in Pyramid. Scouted with ket and ts for places to have dinner, and decided on Dragon-i.

One big hint okay pp; you do NOT want to celebrate your birthday at Dragon-i. It's quite zee embarrassing not just for the birthday person, but for their friends as well xD

The waitress was sooooo not smart lor. We already hid the cake with the staff before karen arrived, and when everyone was almost done with the food, we signalled for the waitress to bring our cake out.

As she came nearer to our table, I mouthed "cake".

She gave me a "Har?" back, with one eye squinting.

And then I said in a forced whisper, "Cake, cake".

She still didn't get it.

And then a few of us (far from karen's end of the table) kinda said softly (but forcefully again) "Dan gao".

Then the waiter finally got it, and in a loud voice, proclaimed, "Dan gao shi ma?"

Suuuuper zha-doued I tell you.

Oh ya, and another big hint: Don't buy the Mango Yogurt cake from Jusco. Pe and I were the first persons to try it. I took one bite, and kept quiet. Pe took a few bites, and then said, "Taste like cough medicine".

HAha! Blekz. Emmy's cake has three layers of butter in it, so I dunno who has the better cake :P



I'm sorry that this post is super dry! No pics and all.

I must cultivate the habit to bring my camera along with me, to capture moments like this. (Then again, most people use hp camera one >__<)



Okie. I dunno how to end this post bcoz it seems like I've so much to say still but I need to go now.

So, I guess this should suffice:

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE !!!

I am so happie!!!!

Last night I saw SHINee performing live on Astro, on the Korean music show.. And they were singing Ring Ding Dong! And Jonghyun and Onew were back!!

The boys were looking good! Was positively bursting with joy! Bwahhaha!

Ya I know small things make me happy very easily.

Then again, small things also make me sad. Like the little prick on my skin, that isn't so small already.

My mood has been fluctuating like the Gold market in FB's Tycoons. On one hand, I'm happy that exam's gonna be done really soon; on the other, I still need to study.

On one hand, three-months holiday is just right within my grasp; on the other, I may not be able to spend it the way I wanted to.

Might blog by later.. Need to finish up the last two chappies of ENV.

Thanks to my habit of jotting down little random things that lecturers said during class, I'm hearing Dr Gong's voice and seeing Dr Gong's face as I read through my textbook. ("yoga - spirit fly off, don't come back, become cuckoo"; "Chimney guy from Mary Poppins died from scrotal cancer?")

Happy memories? Nah.

How does it feel to be afraid of breathing?



I know it's entirely psychological, and I know I've never felt pain before.

But right now, breathing deeply does give a small tinge of discomfort. And I can't breathe in too deep anyway, I don't wanna break my diaphragm lol.



Sigh. I've been constantly looking at the small red prick on my forearm for the past one day.

It's looking harmless now, but should any change occur in the next three days, I can basically kiss Taiwan goodbye.



Oh yeah, I don't think I've announced in blog yet. Mademoiselle isn't going to Ukraine anymore, due to a flu epidemic there now that winter is coming.

I'm instead going to Taiwan ... if all goes well.

*fingers crossed*






Why must life have so many obstacles? Just let me go already
:(

Going back to Assunta is familiar and foreign at once.

Familiar because I've worked there as a lab trainee, and all their procedures - from the barcoding, to the registration form, to the collection of samples - felt oddly... reassuring, like I know what exactly will be performed to my blood.

And foreign, because I'm now there as a patient, on the other side of the fence.

Kak Norma recognized me! She's chattery as usual, and we caught up abit as she drew my blood at the clinic lab.

I had this sudden thought of going up to the third floor and pop in at the lab, but I didn't. Wonder if they'll recognize me still, what with the new batch of interns already coming in.

But I kinda miss all of them, from Mrs Sarjit and Kak Naima in Microbiology, to Thiba and Saras in Biochemistry, to Li Lin and Huan Ying in Blood Bank, to Kak Linda and Rekha in Histo-Cyto, to Karen, Abang Din and *chinese-girl-whose-name-i-can't-remember* in Haematology, and Chan and *indian-girl-whose-name-i-can't-remember* in Serology, and not forgetting Koh and Suresh in Registration!

(Okay I just wrote the whole bunch of names up there in case I forget more x.x)

Three more weeks and my junior(s) will be following Yi Lyn and my footsteps into Assunta. Hope they have as much fun as I had there, and learnt the stuff I learnt :P

Ok, back to studies. I now have TB antigens under my skin >< ~~

I swear FB has intelligence.

And a huge sense of humor.



Why else would it purposely ask me that at the very last Q?
>__________<