Grargh

Had a piece of fish bone stuck to my throat just now. Must've swallowed mouthfuls of fried rice. Unchewed.

Now my throat is all raw. -_-"

Arggghhhhhhhhh

*UPDATE*

In addition to throbbing temple and aching knee, i now sport a sprained ankle. Injured left knee, sprained right ankle. What the fucking fuck?

How to distribute my weight now? Was sitting down after the sprain, and when i tried to stand up... i stretched my left leg, pain. stand up on my right leg, pain.

Worst combo ever.

Am waiting for the pain to set in tomorrow morning. Bah.

Arghhh

Bah. My temple got hit by a jumping elbow just now during basketball.

Wtf. I went @_@ for a while. Now my head hurts whenever i clench my teeth together, or bite something. Sigh. Sports injury.

Not fun at all. Oh and i injured my knee too, and it didn't look and feel too hot so i went to this physiologist who seemed to possess powerful inner Chi! He finger-clawed my knee, and twisted it here and there, all the while inhaling and exhaling real loud like a bull or similar.

Fuck

Today, at approximately 1:46 p.m.,

i was involved in a road traffic collision
i was involved in a motor vehicle accident

I bloody banged a Waja.

You know the fucking LDP la, people pijak-ing brek all over and the Waja, along with a throng of cars in front suddenly braked for dunno what reason and i floored my brake pedal but too late.

Didn't total my car or anything la. Just a fender-bender, some dents and paint-trading. The driver of the Waja was a very kindly Malay guy, and he was really understanding. Luckily he wasn't some fucked up Cantonese-speaking bitch-uncle. "U bang me? U sure lose! I wanna send my car into the original Hyundai workshop for check up." Chee bye.

Sigh. As of today, the total of my car-mishap-expenses sums up to RM420, not including car repairs OK, which i now have to do as my bonnet is slightly dented and refuses to open. Dad refuses to let me claim money from him as this is supposedly a very good lesson. Money well spent then? X(

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Just checked that my previous post was my 666th one. Fuck. Suay anot? Stay away from the sixes, guys. X( X(

Bitch!

I do not habitually bitch about my life, as i believe that i lead a fairly cushy life.

But let's just do it once, coz am damn pissed. Not pissed at anyone specific, rather, at the injustice and untimeliness of circumstances!

My body clock is often whacked-up, and so it was this morning. I only managed to sneak an hour's worth of sleep. The rest of my time in bed was spent rolling around, attempting to stay still in one position and thinking of pleasantly calm images (FFX's farplane, to name one) to cheat myself into falling asleep.

I survived my way to uni after downing my maid's super (super!) strong coffee, which gives a remarkable eye-opening awakening effect. Unfortunately, i became groggy once again at noon and i was hanging on the thought that i could fly straight back home at 3 to regain all the sleep i needed.

3 o clock. Rushed to my car. Was steaming hot like a goddamn sauna that my specs fogged up in the heat. So i winded down my passenger seat window and bam! it got stuck. It refused to wind up any further however hard i tugged at it so i decided to drive home anyway.

5 minutes into the journey. It rained. Fucking rained! I cursed my luck all the way.

Then there were those lorries with their exhaust pipes on the side, spraying clouds of black fumes right into my car. Damning fuck!

I eventually sought shelter in a BHP outlet right outside SS2, after yelling in unadulterated outrage at idiot drivers who were driving so fucking slow that any flying insect could have outstripped them.

I asked one of the BHP workers lend me a hand but that hand failed to pull up my window. Called my Dad who was in KL and he told me to get to DU and to call him when i reach and he'd direct me to his workshop.

Arrived in DU, called Dad but his phone was not reachable. "The number you dialed is not reachable." Called him for 20 minutes straight whilst randomly driving around DU, circling round-abouts, repeating U-turns etc. "The number you dialed is not reachable". Fuck. After approx. 30 calls i cursed my luck somemore and decided to go home to get my beauty sleep instead.

Reached home, took a shower, and just when my head reached the pillow, my phone rang. It was dad, asking me to get to the workshop and that he'd already notified the owners that i was coming. Fuck.

Once i got out, it rained again! Had to stick bubble-wrap on window to repel rain.

Once i actually drove out i fell straight into a traffic congestion.

And finally i reached the cursed workshop and i had to wait for an hour or so for this kindly uncle who repaired my window. Apparently some thingy he referred to as a "placard" had ruptured. Was quite intriguing to see how he disassembled my car door though, and i would have shown much more interest if i wasn't feeling like 5 different kinds of shit.

After window was fixed, drove out of DU and bam! Traffic jam again. Got stuck in it for half an hour, as compared to the usual 5 minutes it takes to get home.

Whole series of immensely blood-boilingly annoying events. Luckily i didn't get into further mishaps (punctured tyres, car accident, ran out of petrol) or i would have died in outrage.

Lesson

Life teaches us lessons everyday.

My lesson today was purchased from a traffic police officer at RM50, which was:

"Pakai handsfree."

Good news was that it came at a reduced price.

**
Seen The Dark Knight today and it was fantastic. The Joker was just fascinating! Psychotic and unpredictable and all. Harvey Dent a.k.a. Two Face on the other hand was kinda disappointing. Coin flipping didn't seem quite as insane and freaky as the Joker's antics.

Batman's Lamborghini isn't actually black, but a shade of grey. And it appeared for less than a minute or two before it was destroyed. T_T Broke my heart to see it smashed.

**
Downloaded Kung Fu Panda and it was hilarious. Po is adorable! :D

**
Mr Ergun Dogan is a freak ass bore. I'm gonna die in his classes. My goodness. I was just lying around on the seats hearing but not listening to his monotonous drone (which was punctuated with periodic stumble-mumbles) when i saw "Resource Constraints" on the lecture slides and heard him say:

"Resource constraints are... constraints that are related to resources."

WTF!! What the freakin' hell? Unbelievable. My Fridays are going to be free, coz i don't wanna go to his lectures anymore.

Bang

K-N-N!

My exams ended with a bang!

Banged this bloody Wira in 1 Utama's parking lot. Fucking hell. The most annoying part is that the whole thing was my fault. Was searching for the fucked up tunnel-link to go to the new wing and i didn't see the fella driving out. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Damn suay.

Sis said maybe i spent up all my luck in my exam. Exam turned out to be kinda weird. It wasn't half bad, but weird, with questions that seem to have many answers. Kinda like u know what to write but u don't know whether it is right or not. I don't think am making sense here but. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

At least the car owner was much nicer than the ah-pek whose son's car Brown Bear collided with. That ah-pek was damn evil (u bang me? u'll definitely lose! i want to send my car to the original workshop to replace the entire bumper). So, luck still there. I hope.

***
I have got 1 whole month to enjoy myself. Time to go search for a decent pair of jeans, since mine has developed a crotch hole, of all the places... geez. Also on my list is a white shirt with either bone/mother-of-pearl buttons (say no to plastic buttons, no!). Then, of course i have to start getting into shape so i can wear said white shirt. I look horrible in white right now, like an enormous snowman. Or polar bear. That was how i got my nickname anyway. Big white shirt. Sleeping in class. Bah!

Wingie! Time to go grab some curly fries. We'll make danny pay. :D

!!

Stupidest stupidest thing happened today when i arrived in campus. I sprained my ankle, by just walking. I was walking walking then suddenly my shoe just sorta twisted over and i sprained my ankle. Fucked-up! Luckily it was a minor sprain, as i somehow instinctively (good to hear that i actually have instincts) jumped up and kept my body weight off the ankle. Would have been a nasty sprain if i had fallen.

!

Oooh. I just got back from basketball. Sprained my ankle again. Wtf!

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JC (the armbreaker, that's what we call him) and Liang taught me how to mahjong yesterday! XD I didn't know how to play at all as i'm not a fan of these gambling games due to my poor luck. JC called me out of the blue and asked me whether i wanted to learn since they needed 1 more player. And, since i like these strange and spur-of-the-moment outings, i popped over to JC's. Hmm. Still haven't really understood the mechanisms of mahjong. Too much to process in a day.

***
NSC introduced me to this online game called Cabal Online and i have no idea how to pronounce it. Apparently wingie and Yoong are... involved too. XD It's pretty ok, something like RYL.

Pros:

• Pretty standard exp/skill exp systems.
  
• Money comes really easily. Monsters drop armour left right and centre. The healing potions are dirt cheap too unlike those in Maple Online (which i hate).
• Flashy, flashy skills!
• Combo system and Battle Modes give more spice to gameplay.

Cons:

• Character creation pretty limited. (Wan Mei Online's one was fantastic. Tremendously detailed, from eyebrow curve, to height, to size of boobs, to eye shape, to nose shape etc etc. Oh, and a whole spectrum of colours to choose from)
• Crap a.o.e. effects that pale in comparison to RYL where even a normal attack has a.o.e.
• Money comes really easily? Very bad if you want to sell stuff. Haha but am not complaining.

So all in all it's a fun game. I haven't quit just yet! Send CrazySexy a message in Mercury. Yes. My character name is CrazySexy.

;) Guess my level. It's not v. hard.

Leak

Sonnuvabitch. I was snoozing just now and i heard this tremendous splashing sound outside my room. I sprang out and saw water cascading/spraying/splashing/pouring/gushing down in large streams and it didn't seem to be stopping.

So i stood there reeling for quite a moment and began yelling about the leak. Damn. What a freakin' mess. The water seeped into sis's room, my room, mum's room... practically everywhere. Took hours to clean up.

The water also splashed into the fax machine, dad's old computer, scanner and printer (which leaked black ink all over). It also soaked up the towel basket, mum's fliers/papers lying on the floor, sis's paintings under her bed, our carpet (which will be a freakin' pain in the ass to clean up, with all the black ink *update* carpet stinks now! has got this musty smell. does anyone know any carpet-cleaning services?).

Anyway i think all the electrical stuff mentioned above cannot be used anymore. Dad's computer is pretty much a piece of junk as it's Pentium 3, really laggy, and i've always wanted to find an excuse to get rid of it. The fax machine and printer, on the other hand, are really unfortunate. X( Thank goodness it didn't kena anything else, like my computer, or the modem. Or the bookshelves. That would be nightmarish.

While i was stoning there, i saw my maid Sun rushing outside holding a ladder and a few moments later the leak ceased. Apparently the rain drain (whatever u call them) on the roof had been clogged up by plastic bags, wtf. *to answer wing's question* Neighbour of mine was doing some construction work for his roof. Dad thinks it was some teh-o-ais-limau wrapper brought upstairs by the workers. Sounds somewhat accusatory and presumptuous, so i'm not really sure. Perhaps some empty rubbish bag got blown up there by the wind.

In any case, the fucking roof drainage system is very very poorly done. I have been bugging freakin' dad to fix it for freakin' ages and he kept delaying. See what happens, la. Hmph. Y'see, my house used to have this unsheltered open space in the middle (what d'you call it? sky well or something? sky well is a direct translation from mandarin) where people grow plants. My parents thought it was a waste of space so they renovated and covered up the space. I think the idiot contractor didn't do a good job and now we're suffering.

The last time we had such a colossal flood was around... 10 years ago? Or more. I just knew i couldn't remember it coz i was too young. It was worse, according to sis. All of us went out and only Dad was home and he grabbed one of those sofa seats and fell asleep on the carpet. When he woke up the water had already flooded around him 0_0!!

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I am really annoyed la. I think i have to take English lessons again coz my tenses are horrendous. I never liked grammar. I was trying to edit NSC's uni application self-praise essay the other day and suddenly i realized that all my tenses sounded terribly wrong. Damn. I should have paid more attention during high school instead of stocking up on all those rubbish flowery big words that are now useless.

So forgive me for rotten tenses, and correct me if you can.

Sighs

Sonnuvabitch. I missed my presentation. Gonna present on another day, on another topic, which means all my work's wasted.

Pah!

Doggone! I injured my shoulder blade whilst playing basketball yesterday. I have to stand / sit rigid and upright in manner of military person to reduce the pain. And that sucks, as am always lazing this way or another.

I guess it's not a really good idea to basketball for three days in a row. Mum blames it on the Baskin Robbins ice-cream i ate (Pralines and Cream is pretty good. Pecans rock), saying that it made my body "too cold" and thus more susceptible to injuries. She said this once while she was eating up the remainder of my half-gallon, and again later as she was plucking my veins/tendons/ligaments in a sadistic Thai-masseuse way.

I've already downed a variety of muscle relaxants including Panadol Muscle & Joints, but when i read the info sheet i found out that it contains only paracetamol like any other Panadol, just that the capsules look different. Such packaging scam, if you ask me...

*update
Been to the Dr Lim's earlier just now, and damn it was packed. People falling sick left right centre due to CNY bingeing, i presume. Managed to queue-barge in a way (mum knows him)and i visited Lim who was already off-duty at that time.

Thank goodness there wasn't anything wrong with my spine (the segments in my neck... cervical vertebrae if am not mistaken), as it hurt when i tilted my head upwards. Was just some nerve injury. Or was it muscle? Am sure he said trapezius, which is a muscle, but it extends up to the neck near the spine, so that should explain the pain.

Simple diagram. Much easier to understand this way.

Anyway am given more pills, and a minty ointment-cream to apply on affected areas. XD

Trauma

Let's discuss trauma. 1 day after Christmas i was taking a nap having this mind-boggling dream which i can't remember when i felt this horrible sensation of insect legs moving from my neck to the side of my face. Instinctively i snatched whatever it was and flung it across the room where it landed with a thud, followed with light scratchy scuttling sound.

And i knew. Probably it was the stink it emitted in my hand. Perhaps it was the scuttling sound it made. Or the skin-crawling sensation (literally) it gave me. It was a freakin' cockroach. A cockroach crawling on the side of my face.

Fuck.

It was horrendous! I flew to the bathroom and scrubbed my face ferociously (yes, ferocious. secara ganas) with soap for what felt like hours, then i rinsed it off and repeated the process once more. Whoever invented the phrase rinse and repeat must have had pests running across their bodies before.

I bet it's the same cockroach. All the doors and windows in my house are installed with this netting to keep the mosquitoes from flying in. So some time ago i saw this cockroach on the netting of my door. Grabbing the closest can resembling an insect killer, i spritzed hairspray on the creature. Once, twice, and it flew at me with its shiny brown wings. I ducked, and it escaped. So it was getting even for getting a blast of hairspray.

Anyway after the cockroach-on-face incident i had a can of Ridsect on my table ready to murder the little critter when it made its move. And so its downfall came in the form of an accidental-improvised trap comprising of a plastic bag with a Ramlee burger wrapper within. So when i heard a rustling sound i rushed over with my Ridsect, went psst psst psst and the cockroach sorta pengsaned and i tied the plastic bag and chucked it into the garbage.

Dammit, my room is attracting cockroaches, and it's kinda hard not to as am always eating. Just this morning I saw yet another large one on the floor right under my aircond switch so i grabbed my pre-equipped Ridsect and gave it a head-on four-second spray. Instantly it was on its back kicking its hairy legs energetically. And yeah, it didn't die so i sprayed it again but it kept struggling until its last vestiges of life ebbed away.

Roaches have such impressive survivability. I mean, suppose a giant spammed a giant can of poisonous gas on me for four seconds, i think i would have died straight away. The cockroach still managed to kick its legs for quite some time. If you pulled out 5 legs from a cockroach it will still struggle with its remaining one until it died. This is survival instinct, no? Something some humans lack of.

Oof. And now my room reeks of Ridsect. Which is why am using this Green Meadows air freshener which is supposed to give a "light, country-crisp scent" which is just bollocks as it smells like any other lemony dish soap.

***

So anyway, my above long-winded post can be simply summarized as: A cockroached crawled on my face. I killed it afterwards. Four days later I killed another.

Simple. LoL. I've always had this long-winded problem since SPM during which students were expected to spew out 10-line paragraphs of ornate, flowery sentences (Answers.com calls this purple prose) that made absolutely no sense, just to describe simple things such as the scenery, or a car crash.

I used to annoy Fish who loved to describe a sunrise as "the golden phoenix from the east rose majestically above the trees... and bla bla bla... and the sky turned crimson/tangerine/rose-colour whatever". Each time he wrote that line i would say that his freakin' phoenix was setting fire to the trees. XD

My long-windedness was sorta diminished when i had Heko as my English teacher as she was an editor. She mercilessly slashed off line upon line of my essays "aiyo! why are you so long-winded?" Then came Mr. Tall Tan who wanted stuff, instead of just lines of flowery nonsense, not that i wrote his essays anyway. Those months of "where is your thesis statement?" and "what's your point?" kinda got to me, and i find myself frantically searching whatever i write for a thesis statement or scratching out useless sentences.

Still, sometimes i still wish i was still at Leela's english class, spewing out nonsense without giving a damn about thesis statements. Yes sometimes.

KL!

KL journey can be best described as educational, or hilarious, or downright idiotic. There's this right turning at the Dataran Merdeka that leads to Jln Bkt Bintang. When i went with Brown Bear, we missed the freakin turning.

And being the newbies we were, we ended up navigating the streets of KL all the way back to Dataran-freakin-Merdeka to take the right turning which, most unfortunately, led us to the exit back to Petaling Jaya and before we knew it we were back where we started again. -_-"!

Anyway, now i know i must take the Dewan Bahasa road to get to LowYat. Must ask sis to teach me how to move around in KL since she is a seasoned pro. Last time she taught me how to get to KLCC but i kinda went @_@. Nvm. All in due time.

Weight

Went through terrible ordeal Thursday night. Phew. Food poisoning, at least that's what i think it is. Dad suspects it's the 2 pieces of roasted duck i ate. Roasted duck are handled in most unhygienic manners, apparently. So after what felt like a thousand visits (and re-visits) to the toilet, and 4 times of hardcore diaphragm-heaving vomiting, i asked dad to bring me to the doctor.

I couldn't remember when was the last time i puked my guts out. Urgh. Some of the vomit actually went into my nose and came out through my nostrils, and i could smell the pungent smell of vomit in every subsequent breath i took. Life is good, no?

Anyway. Am pretty much recovered by now thanks to medicine, lots of sleep and Friday Night Basketball. :D

Only plus sign about food poisoning is that i wasn't allowed to eat dairy products and anything oily. So dad forbade me to eat anything except for bread. So for the past day i've only eaten 6-7 pieces of bread, loads and loads of 100 plus, and 1 cup of barley.

And so. I lost 3kgs. Life is good, no? :D

I suppose the weight-loss is only temporary. NSC told me the weight-loss was due to dehydration. So once i get rehydrated enough, i'll regain the sodding 3kgs. Sighs.

p.s. Selamat Hari Raya to everyone! Enjoy the brief holiday!

Great

Great. Just peachy. Sprained my ankle again. The same one.

About time i got a pair of high-cut basketball shoes to protect my poor ankles.

Argh

Bah! Finally got 1 bloody assignment outta my hair. Economics. Phew. The answers for the second assignment were easier to obtain that its horrendously brain-teasing predecessor. I think Alvin's gonna slaughter us regardless. *sighs*

Next up is management. Brrrargh! I frickin detest management. It's a pile of useless rubbish. And the second assignment is a nightmare. A two-thousand-word report. Damn! I don't get why we have to learn loads and loads of theories on ridiculously intricate ways to manage subordinates. The whole learning process wouldn've been much better without that Arasan guy messing things up. His tutes are absolutely mystifying. His style is so vague, so ambiguous. There's no getting a straight answer when he's around! He accepts all our feedback, but somehow manages to make us feel inadequate and dysfunctional. Sighs. Drives me insane.

Speaking of insane.. Accounting assignment two is also a cause of insanity. Pages and pages of fake 'real' documents. Accounting is just not for me, i guess. I am not that meticulous.

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Anyway, i got banned from the MUSA lounge for the remainder of the semester. Fuck them. Shudda given the bitch-queen-from-hell the hell she deserved. All because i was inside the room for less than 1 minute. Man.. My luck isn't going very well huh.

Argh!

Ahhh!! The agony! Having ur ankle sprained doesn't feel good at all.

Yet another injury. Not the best year for me, definitely.

Been walking like a handicapped old man, much like a penguin, wobbling hither and thither.

10 minutes or so after twisting my right foot on Friday night, i could feel the swell, about the size of half a ping-pong ball.. Terrible.

But it's subsided quite a bit by now, as i was stuffing myself with muscle-relaxants and anti-inflammatory pills that mum possessed in abundance.

***

Heard some amusing stuff from mum about Grandma in Taiwan. She hired a terrible maid, apparently, who asks Grandma to pay for all her shampoo + soap whatever. Then Grandma went out to buy some shrimps for herself, but the maid cooked it and ate them all. After that, she told Grandma that she wanted to go out for a stroll during which she bought about RM20's worth of junk food and while eating them, she told people that there was nothing to eat in Grandma's house so she had to eat junk food. -_-"

0_0

Haven't been posting for nearly 2 weeks!

Phew. I think might be coming down with something. Keep feeling dreamy and light-headed. I bet i know why: slept for 4 hours in my room without any form of air circulation. My air-cond sorta tripped and switched itself off, so i was rolling about in a sealed room (windows closed, blinds drawn, door shut) amidst a stuffy tangle of blankets and pillows. Not remotely comfortable.

Am kinda prone to minor accidents and mishaps these days. In addition to my sore middle fingers, i now have injured index and ring fingers, a large bruise just below my left knee (result from vicious head-on collision with Choo KW the Scary) and two slashes dangerously close to my wrist, courtesy of Wyn Yan (house of flying fingernails).

Hmm. Now that i think about it, all these little accidents happened to me during basketball!

Mum has this strange theory about minor incidents. According to her, they are one big accident broken down into small minor injuries, thus more endurable. If that is really the case, i would play more basketball. I'll rather have bruises and cuts than another 400 stitches on my thigh. Brr.

***

Anyway. Was busy like an ant/bumble bee/termite or similar these few days. Was rushing for my assignment deadlines. Managed to hand in business stats and microecons yesterday without much incident. Have another headache-inducing management essay to write, which is due in 3 days' time.

To add to the misery, i have to go back to my dad's hometown on Saturday for Qing Ming. See this is the first time i actually have to go for Qing Ming. V. strange. Ah well, since Granny was the best (and better of the two) grandmothers, i'll go for her sake.

Finger

One of the main uses of middle fingers (aside from the usual mouse-right-clicking, obscene gesture at screwed-up car-drivers etc..) is to be struck be a frickin basketball. Man. I swear. Each time i play basketball, i will end up coming home with a sore, injured middle finger.

And today..

Both of them got hit, my right in the morning at Sunway's basketball court, and my left in the afternoon. And as i type my post now, i can barely bend them. Think they're gonna be cacat sooner or later, as the vicious cycle of heal-injury-heal-injury continues.