New rantings
Sunday, June 29, 2008
After the irritating uploading of photos, I need some space to pen down my thoughts from the last few weeks.
Summers:
Intercultural communication has been very relaxing, and I'm enjoying every minute of it. It's probably the slackest course I've attended in SMU. The Prof openly welcomes comments, almost any kind of comments in class. I'm happy to be seated beside Ru, listen comfortably in class without feeling too pressured to participate, do 1 page journal reports, read selected articles. Don't know why, but I'm more motivated than the previous summer course. Perhaps stress burnt me in Social Media and I can't really appreciate this new medium in an academic way. I guess communication at its basics is still my full-time interest.
Folks:
I think some of them know I haven't gotten over this certain friend who broke off our friendship bluntly. I haven't learnt how to let go except by swearing at the sound of her name. That may seem like pure spite, but it absolutely means I haven't forgiven and forgotten.
Friends that I were really close to. In the past I used to naively think we would remain this way forever. Not in the sense our personality and values would remain constant till we grow old, but the friendship, the warmth, the tears, the joy, the chemistry, the love. I don't know where it went to already. And I realized, to my surprise, I had lost that spark with them. I have no idea whether it was distance that pulled all of us superficially apart, or they don't care as much as I do or simply because, I am different now.
Family:
My sister still needs to be admitted in the hospital weekly, until her condition stabilizes. The bills are obviously a big headache for her. So far the numbers show recovery, but deep within no one has a single clue about what is going on and where the abnormal pain is coming from. It's so worrying.
Uncle bought several men's watches and I got to choose one! I am very delighted because I've always wanted a men watch, one that is big, bulky, heavy, with lots of complicated stuff in the clock face and a thick leather strap.
Love:
Isn't the same anymore. So many things got swept under the carpet, so many things were forgotten easily with much love and forgiveness, only to surface in an explosive way and ruin colourful painted dreams. It's all tangled up inside me, I feel resigned to carry on, I feel forced and I don't think that is going to keep me happy for long unless I am sure of what I really want.
Bidding starts on Tues. Dreadful. Especially if I can't get the subjects I want. Have to reorganize my entire timetable. I'm so scared about taking 5 modules per term.
Summers:
Intercultural communication has been very relaxing, and I'm enjoying every minute of it. It's probably the slackest course I've attended in SMU. The Prof openly welcomes comments, almost any kind of comments in class. I'm happy to be seated beside Ru, listen comfortably in class without feeling too pressured to participate, do 1 page journal reports, read selected articles. Don't know why, but I'm more motivated than the previous summer course. Perhaps stress burnt me in Social Media and I can't really appreciate this new medium in an academic way. I guess communication at its basics is still my full-time interest.
Folks:
I think some of them know I haven't gotten over this certain friend who broke off our friendship bluntly. I haven't learnt how to let go except by swearing at the sound of her name. That may seem like pure spite, but it absolutely means I haven't forgiven and forgotten.
Friends that I were really close to. In the past I used to naively think we would remain this way forever. Not in the sense our personality and values would remain constant till we grow old, but the friendship, the warmth, the tears, the joy, the chemistry, the love. I don't know where it went to already. And I realized, to my surprise, I had lost that spark with them. I have no idea whether it was distance that pulled all of us superficially apart, or they don't care as much as I do or simply because, I am different now.
Family:
My sister still needs to be admitted in the hospital weekly, until her condition stabilizes. The bills are obviously a big headache for her. So far the numbers show recovery, but deep within no one has a single clue about what is going on and where the abnormal pain is coming from. It's so worrying.
Uncle bought several men's watches and I got to choose one! I am very delighted because I've always wanted a men watch, one that is big, bulky, heavy, with lots of complicated stuff in the clock face and a thick leather strap.
Love:
Isn't the same anymore. So many things got swept under the carpet, so many things were forgotten easily with much love and forgiveness, only to surface in an explosive way and ruin colourful painted dreams. It's all tangled up inside me, I feel resigned to carry on, I feel forced and I don't think that is going to keep me happy for long unless I am sure of what I really want.
Bidding starts on Tues. Dreadful. Especially if I can't get the subjects I want. Have to reorganize my entire timetable. I'm so scared about taking 5 modules per term.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Finally met Rong after few dozen years. And realized it was his birthday the day before. Damn. I totally suck at remembering folks' birthdays. 3/4 of the time during dinner I was choking on my noodles and fish meat, coughing till I could feel the reflex work in my intestines, and struggling with death to talk to Rong. Was damn frustrated I wasn't even able to see a few proper sentences without feeling the itch in my throat or fumbling with the tissue box to stuff white into my nose. HORRIBLE FLU.
A little treat of ice blended Strawberries and Cream puts a smile on his face. He's so brotherly and nice to me. I ordered hot chocolate, and my throat still refused to let me go.
Here's the big guy.
And he made me take a picture. I wasn't in a picture taking mood because I was superbly annoyed by my throat and nose. But it was his birthday, and I owed him one. So smiled wide. Yeeee I have ultra fat arms.
We've grown so much since these five years. By some work it is amazing how we kept in contact. His commitment to his Soka work is fantastic, never seen someone so dedicated to religion and relationships. His insights into life are probably very different from any guy of his age and it is always interesting to hear from him. Till next time, buddy. Meanwhile you may go hit on BattleGear.
A little treat of ice blended Strawberries and Cream puts a smile on his face. He's so brotherly and nice to me. I ordered hot chocolate, and my throat still refused to let me go.
Here's the big guy.
And he made me take a picture. I wasn't in a picture taking mood because I was superbly annoyed by my throat and nose. But it was his birthday, and I owed him one. So smiled wide. Yeeee I have ultra fat arms.
We've grown so much since these five years. By some work it is amazing how we kept in contact. His commitment to his Soka work is fantastic, never seen someone so dedicated to religion and relationships. His insights into life are probably very different from any guy of his age and it is always interesting to hear from him. Till next time, buddy. Meanwhile you may go hit on BattleGear.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
6th June 2008. Friday afternoon. I saw my sister break down. The disappointment and sadness was written all over her face. Her attempt to be brave was thwarted by the crack in her voice over the phone. I was shocked. She told me the signs, we anticipated the news; it was just a matter of time and professional confirmation. None of us were excited, we were worried about her health more than anything else.
My sister is far more mature than her age speaks. Having gone through a prior nightmare, she was mentally prepared, but still it hurt to know it happened again. It stung my heart so bad to merely imagine how she reacted to the news, it hurt me even further that her dreams were crushed. It hurts so bad when you are pursuing a life goal but you kinda know it won't work out it didn't work out before someone said it might not work out a second time and then another someone tells you it's not going to happen and even though you already guessed from the start you still wanna linger on to hope which is what runs life every passing day.
I was seated in the car in front of her car. She was following our car. At the traffic light, I turned to look at her. She was dabbing her eyes with tissue, staring blanking in the onward direction. I wonder how she could even bring herself to drive in a traffic jam when she didn't give herself some time to cool down after coming back from the hospital. I looked at Boo. He looked at me, then looked down at the handbrake. He had seen her crying through his rear mirror. When the car started to move, I focused on the passing landscape, streams of green and brown, all merging oddly towards a downward direction. My lips started to part. At first I thought I could wipe them all away with my bare hands, but I couldn't deal with it. Boo took my right hand and squeezed it gently. He didn't say anything.
When we stopped at the petrol station, I got out of Boo's car and went into her vehicle. Boo accompanied her to pay the bill at the cashier. I didn't go. I sat in the passenger seat, in the stuffy vehicle with the engine turned off, trying to compose myself to look at my sister calmly when she walked out of the kiosk.
I stroked her brown curly hair, trying to find the right words to say. She stepped on the accelerator and drove smoothly. During the journey, she kept dabbing her eyes with tissue. Her cheeks were flushed and her hands were streaked with tear stains. I looked away to the window, seeing the colours outside whirling in a weird pattern again. I couldn't open my mouth to say anything. What could I say? Nothing will make her feel better, absolutely nothing. You can't say stuff like "you can try again" or "cheer up" because this doesn't happen every other day. At the red lights or short pauses on the highway, she would cry again softly. I stroked her hair continuously, and finally managed a whimpery "Don't be sad, we're all here for you, we're gonna...". I couldn't bring myself to articulate the last few words because I was already struggling with the lump in my throat.
She told me, "I tell myself, it's just another one. I have to go through this entire vicious cycle again."
The beginning of the following week, I took care of her at the hospital. Just when I thought she was going to come out of the operation, the doctor called for my brother-in-law. Bad news, Boo and I looked at each other. So it really was. We followed the nurses as they pushed her out of the operating theatre into her ward. She looked so frail, so pale like all blood has been drained from her body. Her eyes were moist and tears kept rolling out from the side, seeping into the pillow her head lay on. I dried her eyes, but I was holding back my tears as well. I stroked her forehead, reminding her that it was over, she just needed to focus on recovering. There were tubes sticking out everywhere under her blanket. I was so heartbroken to see her lying in pain. All those blood lost during the surgery, all the tears cried gone to Heaven, but the physical and emotional pain here to stay for a long long time.
There was a bottle attached to her puncture wound to suck excess blood from the operation. It was filled with quite an amount of blood. I wasn't scared because I saw Mummy with one before. Mummy didn't have so much excess blood, but Mummy had to carry the bottle with her for a few days everywhere she went. It was so inconvenient, and it tremendously brought about the feeling of pain.
My sister asked her husband a lot of questions, most of which he couldn't answer. Because he wasn't the doctor. After the doctor spoke to us, my bro-in-law conveyed what was said to my sister. The first thing she said was, "Oh my God." She lifted her weak hands to cover her chapped lips, dived deeper into the pillow's embrace, and I saw tears flowing on her cheeks again.
It's such a tragedy. "God gave women two chances: A left and a right. But now, he took them both away from me". I tried to laugh it off, saying there could be other ways and what's important is to recuperate now. Deep inside, I agreed with what she said. God took away so much from her. I don't know what to believe in anymore. I'm in no position to judge what is right and what is wrong because all of us are sinners in the eyes of the Great Father, but because I have fallen so much I believe these are not trials and tribulations I believe not all things happen for a reason I start to question my own sins I lost more faith in life I don't think God is trying to bless my sister and her new family. I don't want to ask God because he never give me answers maybe I never prayed hard enough never believed hard enough never had enough faith never had enough patience. If there's only one thing to give thanks, it is that my sister survived from the operation and return to us safe and sound. Thank you Lord, for taking away two lives and giving back one to us, I don't care about that two for now, thank you for letting me take care of my sister that's all I don't want to figure out why you had to plan all of these. I don't want.
My sister couldn't even sit up in her bed. It was so much worse than the previous time. Every movement produced an excruciating pain to her puncture wounds, and the tubes weren't making it better. I wasn't even confident of helping her to the bathroom initially. The best I could do was to hold her chemical drip and blood bottle whenever she needed to move around. Looking at the rising blood level in the bottle told me of the pain. pain, it's always pain. Sharon told me she was a precious daughter at home, and this is so true. Parents don't openly show their sadness for their children, but the magnitude of their emotions are far more than what we can think of.
When I retired that night, my pillow took its turn to comfort me. She must feel so upset over what happened, she must feel even more devastated about the outcome of the surgery, she must feel so hopeless about the future, and she's alone in that room, probably crying to herself and struggling to wipe her tears with the thick, hard tubes in her way.
The next day, her best friend and I coincidentally bought tulips for her, hoping it would brighten up her bed. Roy was so sweet, he came to visit too and bought cordeceps essence for her. I had lunch with him, and he was so patient listening to me yak away. My sister was in so much pain she couldn't even eat her meals without help to cut the meat or tilt the glass such that the straw remains in the water. When I got up to help her to go to the bathroom, I lifted her blanket and saw a large amount of blood stained on her dress. We were shocked. The tube to suck the excess blood had fallen out of place. Poor girl. She didn't need all this shit.
Mummy came after work and she held my sister's hand. My sister was too weak with strong painkillers running around in her bloodstream to do anything, and my mum was staring into space. I wonder what she was thinking about.
When she was discharged, I went to her house to help her bathe, help her with chores around her house, play video games with her, whatever I could do to ease her physical pain. She keeps complaining she feels useless not being able to do her daily stuff. It's only temporary, you're going to recover, but only if you stop moving around so much and avoid standing on your feet for too long. Every night I go to sleep worrying about whether she can cope with the pain of rolling to her side to get out of the bed to go to the toilet, I worry she is in too much pain and forgets to eat her medicine, I worry she's not getting enough nutrition to replenish her blood, I worry if she's doing stupid stuff like washing the clothes and putting them out to dry, I worry that she might faint in the toilet and no one would realise. She's much better now, after drinking so much herbal soup boiled by my bro-in-law, and I hope her road to recovery is not a jerky one, especially since this was a much more painful ordeal.
Ee Chow was with me and my sister all this time other than work. He told me that we would get through this together because we are one big happy family. This incident also made me realize how precious Ee Chow was to me. How many guys would spend all their free time with their gf and her sister because their gf needed to be there for her family. What kind of man would initiate buying supper at midnight for their gf's sister, what kind of man would think of places to go and activities to do to cheer their gf's sister up?
Right now I just want my sister to be well, after this incident and the last, I want to protect her and be there for her.
Being the younger one, you always had to give in to me and tolerate my wally nonsense.
I'm growing up, and I am thankful to have you to guide me in life.
Adele, I love you so much, Paps and Mum love you even more, you have us, you don't need anything more precious. Now it's my turn to do something for you and be a good sister.
My sister is far more mature than her age speaks. Having gone through a prior nightmare, she was mentally prepared, but still it hurt to know it happened again. It stung my heart so bad to merely imagine how she reacted to the news, it hurt me even further that her dreams were crushed. It hurts so bad when you are pursuing a life goal but you kinda know it won't work out it didn't work out before someone said it might not work out a second time and then another someone tells you it's not going to happen and even though you already guessed from the start you still wanna linger on to hope which is what runs life every passing day.
I was seated in the car in front of her car. She was following our car. At the traffic light, I turned to look at her. She was dabbing her eyes with tissue, staring blanking in the onward direction. I wonder how she could even bring herself to drive in a traffic jam when she didn't give herself some time to cool down after coming back from the hospital. I looked at Boo. He looked at me, then looked down at the handbrake. He had seen her crying through his rear mirror. When the car started to move, I focused on the passing landscape, streams of green and brown, all merging oddly towards a downward direction. My lips started to part. At first I thought I could wipe them all away with my bare hands, but I couldn't deal with it. Boo took my right hand and squeezed it gently. He didn't say anything.
When we stopped at the petrol station, I got out of Boo's car and went into her vehicle. Boo accompanied her to pay the bill at the cashier. I didn't go. I sat in the passenger seat, in the stuffy vehicle with the engine turned off, trying to compose myself to look at my sister calmly when she walked out of the kiosk.
I stroked her brown curly hair, trying to find the right words to say. She stepped on the accelerator and drove smoothly. During the journey, she kept dabbing her eyes with tissue. Her cheeks were flushed and her hands were streaked with tear stains. I looked away to the window, seeing the colours outside whirling in a weird pattern again. I couldn't open my mouth to say anything. What could I say? Nothing will make her feel better, absolutely nothing. You can't say stuff like "you can try again" or "cheer up" because this doesn't happen every other day. At the red lights or short pauses on the highway, she would cry again softly. I stroked her hair continuously, and finally managed a whimpery "Don't be sad, we're all here for you, we're gonna...". I couldn't bring myself to articulate the last few words because I was already struggling with the lump in my throat.
She told me, "I tell myself, it's just another one. I have to go through this entire vicious cycle again."
The beginning of the following week, I took care of her at the hospital. Just when I thought she was going to come out of the operation, the doctor called for my brother-in-law. Bad news, Boo and I looked at each other. So it really was. We followed the nurses as they pushed her out of the operating theatre into her ward. She looked so frail, so pale like all blood has been drained from her body. Her eyes were moist and tears kept rolling out from the side, seeping into the pillow her head lay on. I dried her eyes, but I was holding back my tears as well. I stroked her forehead, reminding her that it was over, she just needed to focus on recovering. There were tubes sticking out everywhere under her blanket. I was so heartbroken to see her lying in pain. All those blood lost during the surgery, all the tears cried gone to Heaven, but the physical and emotional pain here to stay for a long long time.
There was a bottle attached to her puncture wound to suck excess blood from the operation. It was filled with quite an amount of blood. I wasn't scared because I saw Mummy with one before. Mummy didn't have so much excess blood, but Mummy had to carry the bottle with her for a few days everywhere she went. It was so inconvenient, and it tremendously brought about the feeling of pain.
My sister asked her husband a lot of questions, most of which he couldn't answer. Because he wasn't the doctor. After the doctor spoke to us, my bro-in-law conveyed what was said to my sister. The first thing she said was, "Oh my God." She lifted her weak hands to cover her chapped lips, dived deeper into the pillow's embrace, and I saw tears flowing on her cheeks again.
It's such a tragedy. "God gave women two chances: A left and a right. But now, he took them both away from me". I tried to laugh it off, saying there could be other ways and what's important is to recuperate now. Deep inside, I agreed with what she said. God took away so much from her. I don't know what to believe in anymore. I'm in no position to judge what is right and what is wrong because all of us are sinners in the eyes of the Great Father, but because I have fallen so much I believe these are not trials and tribulations I believe not all things happen for a reason I start to question my own sins I lost more faith in life I don't think God is trying to bless my sister and her new family. I don't want to ask God because he never give me answers maybe I never prayed hard enough never believed hard enough never had enough faith never had enough patience. If there's only one thing to give thanks, it is that my sister survived from the operation and return to us safe and sound. Thank you Lord, for taking away two lives and giving back one to us, I don't care about that two for now, thank you for letting me take care of my sister that's all I don't want to figure out why you had to plan all of these. I don't want.
My sister couldn't even sit up in her bed. It was so much worse than the previous time. Every movement produced an excruciating pain to her puncture wounds, and the tubes weren't making it better. I wasn't even confident of helping her to the bathroom initially. The best I could do was to hold her chemical drip and blood bottle whenever she needed to move around. Looking at the rising blood level in the bottle told me of the pain. pain, it's always pain. Sharon told me she was a precious daughter at home, and this is so true. Parents don't openly show their sadness for their children, but the magnitude of their emotions are far more than what we can think of.
When I retired that night, my pillow took its turn to comfort me. She must feel so upset over what happened, she must feel even more devastated about the outcome of the surgery, she must feel so hopeless about the future, and she's alone in that room, probably crying to herself and struggling to wipe her tears with the thick, hard tubes in her way.
The next day, her best friend and I coincidentally bought tulips for her, hoping it would brighten up her bed. Roy was so sweet, he came to visit too and bought cordeceps essence for her. I had lunch with him, and he was so patient listening to me yak away. My sister was in so much pain she couldn't even eat her meals without help to cut the meat or tilt the glass such that the straw remains in the water. When I got up to help her to go to the bathroom, I lifted her blanket and saw a large amount of blood stained on her dress. We were shocked. The tube to suck the excess blood had fallen out of place. Poor girl. She didn't need all this shit.
Mummy came after work and she held my sister's hand. My sister was too weak with strong painkillers running around in her bloodstream to do anything, and my mum was staring into space. I wonder what she was thinking about.
When she was discharged, I went to her house to help her bathe, help her with chores around her house, play video games with her, whatever I could do to ease her physical pain. She keeps complaining she feels useless not being able to do her daily stuff. It's only temporary, you're going to recover, but only if you stop moving around so much and avoid standing on your feet for too long. Every night I go to sleep worrying about whether she can cope with the pain of rolling to her side to get out of the bed to go to the toilet, I worry she is in too much pain and forgets to eat her medicine, I worry she's not getting enough nutrition to replenish her blood, I worry if she's doing stupid stuff like washing the clothes and putting them out to dry, I worry that she might faint in the toilet and no one would realise. She's much better now, after drinking so much herbal soup boiled by my bro-in-law, and I hope her road to recovery is not a jerky one, especially since this was a much more painful ordeal.
Ee Chow was with me and my sister all this time other than work. He told me that we would get through this together because we are one big happy family. This incident also made me realize how precious Ee Chow was to me. How many guys would spend all their free time with their gf and her sister because their gf needed to be there for her family. What kind of man would initiate buying supper at midnight for their gf's sister, what kind of man would think of places to go and activities to do to cheer their gf's sister up?
I've become so much closer to my sister than ever before, my relationship with my parents are more or less the same, though I suspect my mother actually identifies the problems I will run into even before I say anything which I usually don't, not to her anyway. In the past, I always put my friends and boyfriend priority before my family, and my sister has been lashing at me because she think it's unfilial and selfish. I'm the exact opposite right now.
Not through her coercion or whatsoever, but through growing up and seeing how precious life is. Truth is, I am also shocked at how much I've grown. I was such a brat last time. I made stupid decisions and this pain will be with me forever as long as I live.
Not through her coercion or whatsoever, but through growing up and seeing how precious life is. Truth is, I am also shocked at how much I've grown. I was such a brat last time. I made stupid decisions and this pain will be with me forever as long as I live.
Right now I just want my sister to be well, after this incident and the last, I want to protect her and be there for her.
Being the younger one, you always had to give in to me and tolerate my wally nonsense.
I'm growing up, and I am thankful to have you to guide me in life.
Adele, I love you so much, Paps and Mum love you even more, you have us, you don't need anything more precious. Now it's my turn to do something for you and be a good sister.
Friday, June 13, 2008
So I look kinda different now, but most people can't tell the difference, not even my sister. Daddy likes my new look now. Which kinda hints it could be boring.
Got your answer already?
I coloured my hair black.
Not jet black, just black. My previous brown hair probably lent itself to a more natural black outcome as well.
After summer 3A ended, I had a little bit of good time. Before the sore throat and the bad stomach came in.
So there's this huge bling on Jie's finger.
Adele : Aye, you guess how many carat?
Me : Eh, I dunno la! 3? 4? I dunno this kind of jewellery valuation thingy la!
Boo : Erm... (observes carefully) 2? 2.5? I dunno also...hmm...very suspicious lei! Maybe
it's fake one lei!
* Adele scowls*
Me : (ignores previous comment) Okay whatever so when am I going to get my diamond ring
from you? How many ca-la one?
Got your answer already?
I coloured my hair black.
Not jet black, just black. My previous brown hair probably lent itself to a more natural black outcome as well.
After summer 3A ended, I had a little bit of good time. Before the sore throat and the bad stomach came in.
So there's this huge bling on Jie's finger.
Adele : Aye, you guess how many carat?
Me : Eh, I dunno la! 3? 4? I dunno this kind of jewellery valuation thingy la!
Boo : Erm... (observes carefully) 2? 2.5? I dunno also...hmm...very suspicious lei! Maybe
it's fake one lei!
* Adele scowls*
Me : (ignores previous comment) Okay whatever so when am I going to get my diamond ring
from you? How many ca-la one?
Adele : HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Say my diamond is fake one!
Boo : Hey Adele I ask you something arr....
Me : SO RUDE NEVER ANSWER MY QUESTION.
My sister is everything to me.
Boo : Hey Adele I ask you something arr....
Me : SO RUDE NEVER ANSWER MY QUESTION.
My sister is everything to me.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I have a two week break in between my summer classes during this holidays. Thought I would make it an extremely fruitful one so I planned meet-ups almost every other day for the whole of the two weeks.
A sore throat infection coupled with swollen tonsils decided to get back at me after a few months. Barely a day later I ended up with food poisoning. And I was still optimistic to think it was just an indigestion. So I made two trips to the family doctor within 3 days, drank losta water, swallowed losta medicine. Then my left wisdom tooth wanted to join in the fun, so I had a swollen gum for the next 5 days, couldn't chew properly, didn't eat my meals well. I was telling Shar, all the bad things just come together lor.
Last Tues I met my supermarket power girls!! Ru and Shar, of course. The fateful day I was clutching my stomach plodding around in Orchard and trying to enjoy precious time with the girls.
So here we are at The Big O at Wheelock Place (look at their mouths).
Ru didn't know about the colour accent function in her cam, Shar gave her some lessons, and there she was on her own fiddling with it for quite some time.
I think Shar is one of the few girls I've seen so far to be able to carry both a short cropped hair and long hair as well.
I didn't take enough pictures to make a collage. I was on the verge of fainting and attempting to keep myself conscious by talking to them. Ru did these:
Shar named the cake on the left "the durian ne-ne". I suggested "orh (black) ne-ne" but she didn't like it.
So I missed my chance to take some nice colour accent pictures with Ru's new camera that day. Give me another chance Ru! My red camera doesn't have that function and I kept complaining to my boyfriend. But guys just don't understand what's the big deal about the colour accent thing.
Had to cancel lunch with Georgia and do away with dinner with Pris and Per the following day. I was feeling so sad and miserable, with my stupid stomach reeking of medicated axe brand oil (don't think it really helped), a horrid sore sore sore throat, and I couldn't meet my girlfriends.
Bah. God save me.
A sore throat infection coupled with swollen tonsils decided to get back at me after a few months. Barely a day later I ended up with food poisoning. And I was still optimistic to think it was just an indigestion. So I made two trips to the family doctor within 3 days, drank losta water, swallowed losta medicine. Then my left wisdom tooth wanted to join in the fun, so I had a swollen gum for the next 5 days, couldn't chew properly, didn't eat my meals well. I was telling Shar, all the bad things just come together lor.
Last Tues I met my supermarket power girls!! Ru and Shar, of course. The fateful day I was clutching my stomach plodding around in Orchard and trying to enjoy precious time with the girls.
So here we are at The Big O at Wheelock Place (look at their mouths).
Ru didn't know about the colour accent function in her cam, Shar gave her some lessons, and there she was on her own fiddling with it for quite some time.
I think Shar is one of the few girls I've seen so far to be able to carry both a short cropped hair and long hair as well.
I didn't take enough pictures to make a collage. I was on the verge of fainting and attempting to keep myself conscious by talking to them. Ru did these:
Shar named the cake on the left "the durian ne-ne". I suggested "orh (black) ne-ne" but she didn't like it.
So I missed my chance to take some nice colour accent pictures with Ru's new camera that day. Give me another chance Ru! My red camera doesn't have that function and I kept complaining to my boyfriend. But guys just don't understand what's the big deal about the colour accent thing.
Had to cancel lunch with Georgia and do away with dinner with Pris and Per the following day. I was feeling so sad and miserable, with my stupid stomach reeking of medicated axe brand oil (don't think it really helped), a horrid sore sore sore throat, and I couldn't meet my girlfriends.
Bah. God save me.