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14 August, 2008

Triple layered cheesecake

23:44:21 | Daily Life, Ranting, Travel | Comments Off

Genting Highlands was good, really good.

I was half-expecting the trip to be sort of boring, mundane and lacking something since it was just my parents and me - in contrast with all the other trips there with my cousins and friends, ensuring that I’m shrouded with noise, screaming, yelling and laughing throughout. Strangely though, I didn’t mind having a … silent trip.

A big fat revelation dawned on me on the first day I was there - no cousins around means that I wouldn’t be dragged into arcades against my will, and waste my time loafing around and watching them play for hours on end because I have absolutely no interest in video games, and when I’d rather be somewhere else doing something else.

Don’t get me wrong, my cousins are great fun and I love them. It just … a clash of personal interests.

Ah, well.

And having mum around who enjoys shopping as much as I do means that I wouldn’t have to listen to any form of whining or complaining each time I step into a shop. (Boys being boys, generally hate shopping - which describes my cousins to a tee.)

Needless to say, I splurged like hell while I was there.

Plus, I finally got the chance to explore the place inside out - the little gardens scattered here and there, and walking to places I never knew existed. Indulged in a fair bit of photography while I was there, being the shutterbug I am - and uploaded the works here for your viewing pleasure.

Health wise - I managed to stay upright throughout the entire trip. No collapsing or fainting (thank goodness) since I kept myself in check while I was there, finding a spot to sit down immediately each time I felt faintish or dizzy, and downing quite a lot of water in a desperate attempt to rid myself of that low blood volume issue. (Which also resulted in an increased need to pee. Oh, heck.)

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I’ve another neurologist appointment tomorrow - this time, a different fellow. Mum insists I should seek more opinions from different doctors since … we still don’t have definite answers.

Quite undecided whether I want to go, though. I’m starting to find all the doctor visits pretty pointless considering how I’ve seen so many of them and am still not recovering. Plus, I’m pretty much used to having constant giddy/fainting spells and accepted it as a part of life after the past two months so … I’m not letting it affect me as much as it used to before.

Ah well, I’d see how. Most likely I’d still end up going anyway since mum’s not letting me worm out of this one. :(

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Plus, a final mini-rant to get off my chest.

(During a conversation with regard to how certain hairstyles (hair colours, rather) are not easy to match with certain types of clothing, since a friend was intending to colour his hair to the shade of discussion.)

“It’s not that I have much of a wardrobe anyway,” says he - looking down at his clothes.

Well, I’m not one to criticise about clothes - since I personally view clothing as an expression of one’s personality (people who know me will know this very well, and how I am fiercely protective of individual dress styles).

So, I simply looked at him and said - “Well, I respect people’s dress sense, so I don’t deem it right for me to comment.”

Said person then stares at me from head to toe before he remarks - “Are you just saying that to make yourself feel better?”

Talk about taking a not-so-subtle dig at me.

So very nice of him, I must say. (Heavily sarcasm induced.) So much for me being polite, for me respecting his decisions and choice of apparel - just to get myself shot down in return.

Well dude, from your point of view - you may be joking, and I accept that. And I pardon you just this once because you’ve only known me for barely three months and are thus, unaware about how strongly I feel over personal style (mine: comfort, practical jeans and tees with prints that reflect my personality and/or beliefs), how protective I am over my own and how I don’t stand for people trying to smack me down in this area.

People who know me all too well know better than to step over this line.

And I’m warning you - one more time, and I’ll make your life living hell.

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Epilogue:
I know this entry is sort of queer since I’m talking about three different matters altogether in one entry, which is something I very rarely do. I hereby call this entry my ‘triple layered cheesecake’ entry. (Not because I am craving for cheesecake. :P)

Pardon me if I sound incoherent, as I’m pretty sleep-deprived over the past few nights.

09 August, 2008

A touch of human psychology

23:48:27 | Daily Life, Little Things, Ranting | writebacks (5)

I feel like a big, heaving mess of an emotional baggage.

Yes, yes, and I know that human beings in general, tend to withdraw themselves from people like that - which perhaps explains why I am seldom hearing from the people I usually hear from, especially during the past one month or so.

Nobody likes people with baggage, and I must say the baggage that’s weighing on my back now is one … hugebloodymess which is why I sometime feel as if nobody wants to talk to me at all. (Right, I know I sound scarily clingy/needy here but this was just an observation I’ve made over the past several weeks.)

Human beings are queer people. When one doesn’t need anyone and can stand perfectly straight by his/herself, people are drawn to that person like whoa. However, when one needs people the most, everyone backs away.

I think the fact that I am so very cranky and snappy at every little thing that irks me plays a part as well.

Time to put on my big fat forced smile and head out there as I usually do. After all, everyone prefers to be around happy people, right?

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Blood test results are out and everything checks out fine. The monocyte counts have fallen into the normal range. Still slightly at the higher end of the range, but at least it’s normal. So, I should be happy, right? Instead, I’m still shrouded in a mess of confusion as to why so many things have been done and I am still not getting well.

Meanwhile, I guess I should just chuck my health aside and just move on for the time being. Perhaps if I ignore the symptoms, they will eventually go away on their own? I know this sounds really illogical but it’s worth a try.

Heading to Genting with ol‘ Mum and Dad tomorrow, fer three days. Perhaps the short break will do me some good. Though I really hope I wouldn’t feel faintish while I’m there - the last thing I want is to be the sick person and ruin the trip for everyone.

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Anyhoo, this is already some time ago - but the wobbly shelf next to my desk has finally been fixed … I think.

I mean, when a shelf is supposedly tethering off its edge and threatening to fall down very soon, it should be fixed by removing the faulty shelf altogether (along with its loose screws) and reattach it firmly with brand new screws?

Well, I received the announcement from my mum that Mister Contractor has fixed my shelf (after three long months of delay after delay), arrived home … and saw this.

If the picture isn’t obvious enough - Mister Contractor had simply chucked a piece of laminated wood beneath the shelf to hold it upright.

Honestly?!?

I could have done that myself, thankyouverymuch. Do you mean to tell me that I’ve been kept waiting for over three months for you to chuck a piece of something under the wobbly shelf when you’re supposed to be fixing it instead?

I could have easily stuffed several thick textbooks under that shelf and achieved the same effect, sans the waiting.

Fumes.

And if you’re wondering what Mister Contractor had to say to that - I’ve to wait another two or so months for them to fix the damn shelf.

Back to square one, I’d say. :(

06 August, 2008

Protected: Lost. Still lost.

22:01:55 | Private, Ranting | Private comments