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17 June, 2008

Hectic, hectic, hectic!

04:56:31 | Daily Life, People, Thoughts |

Pardon the silence, but things have been pretty hectic ever since I arrived home from Genting Highlands four days ago. (And yes, here I am typing a blog entry at 4.29 A.M. - back to my old ways again, I suppose.)

Am pretty much up to my elbows in FYP. Apparently, those people up there have an axe over our heads now, and I am responding to that with extreme displeasure (and to a certain extent, contempt).

But heck, an agreement is an agreement and so if we are expected to product some results especially by a multinational corporation, we ought to shut up and get it done, no? (But that doesn’t mean we can’t curse and swear behind their backs, though.)

Health wise, it’s taken a nosedive ever since the Genting Trip. Was already experiencing some asthmatic symptoms (chest tightness - especially awaking every morning feeling as though something was crushing my torso) before the trip but things took a turn for the worse after I returned.

Apparently, some idiot (guess which one?) forgot to close the windows in the hotel room during the first night, resulting in yours truly catching a chill and having to wrap herself in two layers of blankets to keep warm, leading to sporadic bouts of sneezing over the next three days in Genting which then escalated into a full-blown cold (thankfully) only after I reached Singapore.

Oh, and in case you were wondering which idiot it was - that idiot was none other than myself. Opened the window to take a peek at the scenery upon checking into the hotel and then forgot to close it thereafter. The things I do to myself, aye?

Anyway, the cold has more or less disappeared, leaving behind bouts of giddiness and still, the same crushing feeling I experience every morning when I awake. Oh, and did I mention that I get breathless easily just by climbing stairs or walking long distances now? And I am sick and tired of squandering my precious allowance on taxi fare just because the bus stop is a rather long walk away from my home - so I forced myself to walk there to catch a bus down to my FYP meeting today. (Or yesterday, rather - since it’s after midnight now.)

Finally managed to spare the time to see my favourite doctor again today - to get more meds (since my monthly supply of lifetime medication was running low) and secondly, to make some noise regarding how I’ve been feeling as of late.

So basically, I’m put back on the stronger meds (Singulair - the ones I always take when I’m nearing or just recovering from an allergy reaction/asthmatic symptoms).

It was just unfortunate that the newbie receptionist had given me the wrong medicine because I suddenly found myself stuck with the cherry flavoured chewable tablet version of my usual medication which, when I researched on the internet, was supposedly meant for kids below the age of fourteen.

The best part? My doctor will be out of town from tomorrow until later in the week … which means I have to wait a while before I can get my correct meds.

Oh, and blood pressure is low again - hence the giddy spells. Am seriously contemplating taking a taxi down to school again later on (providing my finances permit), considering how the sun has been blazing hot as of late and well, I’ve a long walk to the bus stop. :(

Now, I’m about to implode into a crazy bout of emo-ness, so bear with me for a while.

Last year, in August 2007 - when I was in Genting Highlands with my friends - I remembered looking around the place and thinking; “Well, I’m glad that some things will never change.”

August 2007, for the uninitiated, was less than three months before the day I was due to move house - away from the place where I’ve grown up, where I’ve lived during the past 21 years of my life, and where the majority of my memories were formed. (You may have recalled an entry containing an emotional outburst and brimming with fury at being dragged away from the place I was firmly rooted at sometime in 2005/6, so it goes without saying that I had to move against my own will.)

Now, continuing the thoughts I experienced in Genting last year - it can basically be summed up as the following: Apart from my own home (when I say home, I mean the old house), I can safely say that I also partially grew up here (considering my frequent trips there - like twice or thrice a year ever since I was a little embryo in my mother’s tummy). I do have loads of memories here as well and it’s become like a second home to me.

The trip there last week had unveiled a rude shock - that things were apparently changing there as well and things aren’t going to be quite as they used to be. (I mean, redevelopment is good - but not for sentimental fogies like me.)

To me, that place is not simply another travel destination. Every inch and corner of that integrated resort atop a hill in Malaysia is special.

Places where I’ve had fond memories of certain events with my cousins (which make me laugh when I recall them), the corners at which I used to scream at my aunt when I was younger (I hated her guts back then), the restaurants we used to go to (there’s one particular restaurant my extended family always goes to without fail), as well as Genting Hotel (my family’s favourite hotel - the rooms are old and have a rustic feel to it, but it’s remained the same ever since I was a little kiddo, not to mention the hotel’s warm and welcoming facade).

I was reluctant to leave on the last day because I knew - the next time I go back there, things are going to be completely different.

Ah well, new memories can be formed, I guess. But they take time.