Ee Laine: my stomach really hurts 
whiterabbit: ouch. something you ate?
Ee Laine: i dunno. it’s been days already and the pain’s on and off
whiterabbit: maybe you should go see the doctor?
Ee Laine: it’s too expensive
whiterabbit:
whiterabbit: don’t worry baybeh. i’ll be all the medicine you need 
Ee Laine: ok now my stomach hurts even more now
whiterabbit: i’m sorry i just HAD to say that XD
The other day Significant Other expressed his frustration at how he just could not hit his sparring partner in his last Muay Thai class as he just couldn’t bring himself to hit a girl, which his classmates found very amusing. Listening sympathetically, I patted his head and told him reassuringly that don’t worry, one day he too can be a poster boy for domestic abuse.
Sadly he was not as amused as I was, but perhaps I had too much fun coming up with hilarious situations that would land him into trouble, such as this one:
If I took up Muay Thai with him and we sparred together in practice and I wound up with bruises, telling concerned people that we got into a fight and he hit me would be the absoulte, complete, uncensored truth XD
A few months ago, during the flooding of my office basement carpark, I sprained my right wrist. While this was an unfortunate incident (as I am right-handed), I didn’t really think much about it. Well, of course it sucked that I was forced to come to work the next day even though I could barely move my wrist, but hey, life sucks, and it’ll get better in time right? A colleague even recommended an oriental tit-tar place for me to go to, and I went to get my wrist treated there due to her insistence. As a result, my wrist got better. Until the very last treatment anyway.
The last treatment I received at the shop went as on as normal as the rest of the other treatments. I was told to remove the herbal bandage at all times if my skin itched or if I developed an allergy, but no such thing happened during the duration of my treatment. Until (of course), the very last treatment, whereby my arm suddenly broke out in this mega huge rash and swelled to proportions that rivaled my freshly sprained wrist. Till this day I have no idea how or why the rash suddenly developed – did my body have had enough of the herbal treatment? Perhaps I ate too much seafood in the following days?
I did not want to see a doctor about the allergy as I have had enough of seeing doctors at the time, so I decided to just let it be and hope that it would disappear. By the end of the first week it was disappearing – so I decided to celebrate with some alcohol and seafood, which turned out to be a bad, bad idea. The rash came back with a vengeance, and it was another three to four weeks before I touched anything related to alcohol or seafood in fear that the rash would kick up another fuss.
You really can’t imagine how happy I was to finally be able to eat seafood and drink alcohol again. Then last week, while playing badminton with my colleagues, I noticed that my wrist hurt again whenever I twisted it. So I told them perhaps I should take a rest and not tax it for awhile.
And then this Monday, I slipped and fell down next to the staircase (please don’t ask how). Guess what happened. Yup, it appears that I may have sprained my wrist AGAIN (in addition to scraping some skin off my fingers and some bruises here and there). And as is the tradition with most Chinese families, when you sprain something, you apply Chinese medicated oil to the area to help heal it.
…
Guess what this particular medicated oil did to my arm.
…
If you guessed that it gave me an allergic reaction, then you win.
It’s been ten years, and I still remember
Ten years, and I am still afraid
Ten years, and the hatred still burns
Ten years, and my tears still sting.
It’s been ten years, you probably don’t remember
But it’s been ten years, and all I want to do is forget.
I meant to write this right after I came back last week. And then a week passed by… oops :p
Anyway, last Saturday I flew down to Singapore with some really great people to catch the Asian premiere of Final Fantasy: Distant Worlds. Since madhatter has already written a good post about it, for a better description of the concert I would refer to this.
In short I would say that this concert was much better than PLAY, which I attended two years back. And of course it was made a million times more awesome by Nobuo Uematsu’s appearance (although being the complete blurcase I am, I had trouble spotting him even after two people pointed out exactly where in the hall he was sitting. And of course I also missed the brief moment when they shined the spotlight on where he was sitting -_-).
Some of the pieces they played were so good I forgot I hated the game it came from (I’m looking at you, FFVIII). Some I didn’t recognize since I’ve only played FFVII onwards on the PS & PS2, and the remake of FFIII and FFIV (which I have yet to finish, because everyone keeps dying and I just found that really depressing -_-) on the Nintendo DS. I enjoyed them anyway 
The concert was also really awesome because it was filled with rabid Final Fantasy fans who screamed their lungs out every time a song finished playing, and especially when they announced the encore songs (which were really, REALLY fantastic!). I swear half of them must be Malaysian too, judging from what I heard from a friend who attended the Q&A session, who said that a lot of people screamed when they said they were in talks to bring the concert to Malaysia. I sincerely hope that they will because that will be SO TOTALLY AWESOME XD
I missed the Q&A session to line up for a chance to get Nobuo Uematsu’s signature but sadly I did not manage to get it as they cut the line off shortly before it would reach our turns T_T The concert organizers didn’t allow anyone to take photos of him either T_T But at least I got to see him up close, because he passed by the line after he was done with the signing… which was how I knew we weren’t going to be getting his signature lol. Oh well :/
Significant Other: So we were talking about death at work today and some of my colleagues were talking about resurrection. I told them I don’t believe in any of that.
Me: What do you believe in, then?
Significant Other: That you only get one chance at life, and that’s it. *pause* That’s quite unfair, don’t you think?
Me: *rolls eyes* What would you prefer death to be like, then?
Significant Other: You know, like D&D, after you die you reroll another character.
Me: So when you get to the afterlife God shows you your character sheet and explains how you’ve done?
Significant Other: Yeah, then after that he rolls the dice to determine your next character’s stats.
Me: Maybe you get to roll your own dice. *pause* I guess it would suck to roll a 1.
Significant Other: Aiyah, I rolled a 1 on my Intelligence score!
Me: Hmm, maybe you get extra points if you were good? *pause* Can you imagine though, when you arrive in the afterlife and God shows you your character sheet, and you had a 1 on your Intelligence score…
Significant Other: No wonder I was so stupid?
Me: LOL.
Yesterday I went to a house party and found a lok-lok truck parked in the driveway. Apparently that was our food for the night
Oh look, I’m back after a long absence (2 months!). At first I was too busy moving out the blogs to a new server and all, and I didn’t want to touch the files just in case I lost a post here and there. Then things in my life gradually went downhill last month and killed my blogging mood. Now I think if I don’t come back and brush the cobwebs, this place will be permanently hidden in them forever, so, uh, spring cleaning time?
Anyway, my story starts near the beginning of last month. As you may or may not know, I work in Plaza Pekeliling, near PWTC. Last month, a flash flood struck those areas in KL, and my car ended up half-drowned because I couldn’t get it out of the basement carpark in time. As if that wasn’t distressing enough to deal with, when I walked down the stairs to the basement, I missed a step because it was drowned in muddy water. And because I was holding on to the railing, my arm twisted and I ended up spraining my wrist. My right wrist.
So I bet you’re thinking – yeah, that sucks big time. Take emergency/medical leave, go see a doctor about my wrist, and take a break for awhile, and I’ll be back on my feet! Right? Unfortunately, no. I was rushing work on a project at the time, and because I was the only person who could work on it, I was forced to go to work the next day. With the wrist of my working hand sprained so badly I couldn’t even hold the mouse if I wanted to.
I spent the next day working (very slowly) with my left hand.
March was also the month I finally received my confirmation letter (I’ve been there 8 months by then, my probation was 6 months). I opened my letter tentatively, thinking that perhaps that was the silver lining in the cloud for the month – in vain. I received a total amount of RM100 for my increment.
My car repair bills, on the other hand, costed me more then half my salary.
…
I just really could not express HOW close I was to killing my fellow man -_-
Some days after Chinese New Year, I commited the biggest sin of all.
I bought a pair of Crocs.
But wait!! Before you close your browser in shock and horror, I did not buy those holey (pun not intended?) shoes!
I got these, which are slightly better (or maybe I’m just in denial that I just bought a pair of Crocs).
You know what’s the worst thing about owning a pair of Crocs?
…………
They’re the most comfortable pair of shoes ever. There, I said it. I love my Crocs. PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME.
Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.
1. I am agnostic.
2. I am an anarchist. If this horrifies you, then perhaps you should read up on the subject.
3. I find the base beliefs of LaVeyan Satanism interesting (if a bit corny). If this also horrifies you, then perhaps you should read up on the subject.
4. I think I suffer from mild OCD. So far, attempting to treat myself hasn’t really gone anywhere, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up anytime soon.
5. I tend to think too much, which drives me crazy sometimes. Come to think of it, it could be due to #4.
6. I learned all my Cantonese from watching too many Hong Kong serial dramas. I can usually understand what people are saying, but don’t have enough vocabulary to speak it without sounding like an idiot.
7. However, I can speak Hokkien fluently.
8. I once let some random guy pick me up at a bus stop because I was bored. We went out on one date, after which he expressed a wish in seeing me again. I didn’t let him since I was never serious about it in the first place. Subsequently I lost my phone, so I couldn’t even tell him no if I wanted to. Whoops?
9. I grew up playing videogames, and still am (quite) a hardcore gamer.
10. I am SO not a morning person. I get a lot more things done at night then I do in the daytime.
11. I try not to sleep at ungodly hours anymore because it is really taking a toll on me.
12. People who like to read books while they are pooping baffle me. Hellooooo people, it’s not healthy, you can get hemorrhoids!
13. I love trains. I think they are romantic (not in the sense of romantic love, but rather the romantic era).
14. I am horribly impatient. When I want something, I usually want it right now! Some of it is due to worrying that I will forget about it later.
15. I hate being the smartest designer (academically) that I know of. I loathe telling people my SPM results and then being asked why I am doing graphic design. It’s because I love design, you dumbasses.
16. Despite being overworked and underpaid, I have no regrets about my chosen profession (despite bitching about it nonstop) and harbor hopes of finally making it one day.
17. When I was young, my ambition was to be a scientist and create stuff. Well, as you can obviously tell, my aims have shifted, although I am still creating stuff. Just stuff of a different kind.
18. Although, perhaps you get paid more being a scientist. And less overworked and underpaid.
19. I dream in colour.
20. When sleepy I sometimes tell people very random things, which usually result in totally hilarious conversations.
21. I am usually a very calm or collected person, and it is very hard to piss me off. However, this trait is not to be mistaken for being a pushover, because if you ever do piss me off, my advice is to run like the wind and never appear in my line of sight ever again.
22. Ignorance annoys the shiat out of me.
23. I love makeup, although I am too lazy to use it most of the time.
24. I never think I am good enough at my job, and admire others who are. I use that as motivation to improve my work.
25. I have always wanted to do a pixie haircut, but sadly I have the wrong kind of hair
You’re tagged if you feel like doing this.