Archive for March, 2008

Will you still be a friend?

I was invited by Nuffnang to attend an event organised by Health Promotion Board over the weekend, and it touched on a solemn topic which sadly, is viewed as a taboo topic more often than not.

We have heard much about AIDs, but most of the time, we are educated on the prevention against you, and rarely are we educated on the social impacts it brings.

I have much on my mind throughout the forum, yet when it comes to the time to jot them all down on this space, I no longer know what to write.

There are too many messages across to educate us on AIDs, but the focus is too much on how deadly, and how ‘dirty’(often linked to sex/prostitution) it is, mostly, the preventive measures when it comes to AIDs.

The results is that it becomes too much of a taboo subject, just like how sex is viewed in a conservative society like ours. And truth is, people are afraid of the unknowns, and would rather opt out of blood tests, or that they will feel offended cos they feel you are implying they are dirty.

You could have only one partner, but if your partner had 2 partners before you, how are you so sure that one of them didn’t have 60 partners before?

You could perhaps safely say you practise monogamy, but then, you can’t deny there is even a remote risk there that you are ignoring.

And then, there are some people would rather be ignorant and not know. And they will get all awkward when asked to be tested.

And then, there are the ones who feel judged, when you tell them you should get tested, because they narrow-mindedly feel you are making a judgment on their characters by suggesting that.

But it is like routine practises overseas, where youngsters, automatically make it a point to go for routine blood test every year, once they are sexually active.

Blood tests should be viewed as a routine, and not be viewed as something that sensitive or scary.

In fact, I have had 3 HIV tests done in the past 2 years. Once for my PR, once for Minibean’s birth, and most recently, for employment status.

But I was surprised to hear most people would rather opt out, and rather not buying peace.

But I could roughly relate to how it is like, cos I haven’t had my follow-up check up since my pre-cancerous cells surgery 5 years back, simply because I am afraid what I would find.

And I think, everyone should go, or at least, consider going for a blood test, which will only cost you $20 to do so.

It shouldn’t matter whether you have had one sex partner, or many more times than that, but it is just that you will never know. And it shouldn’t be anything embarrassing.

It should be just like any other blood test that counts your cholestrol levels or blood sugar levels.

Maybe, ‘someone up there in the management’ should consider bundling blood tests as a package or renamed it to something less intimidating like “Blood analysis”, and not label it scaringly like HIV blood test.

Then again, it already is so hard to convince people to watch their diets and get their cholestrol levels measured, I could forsee it ain’t gonna be an easy task.

Do consider making it a yearly routine, and package it with your usual body checkup, and get your heads around the negativities you perceive a HIV blood test to be.

***

Now, besides educating people the importance of getting themselves tested, another topic covered is another issue that I feel strongly about.

AIDS, and discrimination.

It is not easy to change perceptions, not in narrow-minded Singapore, not in a place where people are quick to become self-righteous and play the moral-police, and not in a place where people only hear what they want to hear, and pass the verdict they want to.

“AIDS? Man! It means death. It means dirty. It means death. It means you are morally-wrong.” And then they would jump into a chemical bath to scrub themselves clean, and thereafter, protect themselves by wearing an astronaut suit.

Honestly. Should someone you hate, just because, for whatever reasons, say, being better-looking than you, achieving more than you, having more attention than you, or richer than you, or in whatever ways make you feel threatened, unfortunately has AIDs, wouldn’t you be quick to say he/she deserves it, and that he/she will be quick to become your next gossip fodder so that you could get everyone to discriminate against the person?

You see, people are too quick to judge, to quick to discriminate, not because of their own fears, but sometimes, on too selfish(and shallow) a reason for anyone to understand.

The event, covered the social stigma sounding people who are diagnosed with AIDs, and how they are often judged and isolated by the society, and sadly, people closest to them.

And people are quick to dispense sympathy to those who are transmitted through their unfaithful spouses, or by medical means, but yet are quick to judge and crucify those who they assume led ‘dirty lifestyles’.

I once read a report of how a woman has AIDS(I think it is unimportant to pinpoint how exactly she had it), and her sons and family still eat the food she prepares, and lead day to day lives the way it was before she was diagnosed. They supported her through it, and came to terms with it by taking extra care in daily lives, and things shouldn’t have to change.

And that happened locally, and it is great to know that people are educated enough to handle it the best they could.

Unfortunately, I believe this is just one of the rare examples of positivity.

Many others had their world came crashing down after they told people they thought they could trust, and ended up being alienated from the society.

People lost their jobs, after disclosing to people they have accountabilities to, or their families, when they were looking for bare traces of support…  and the list continues.

I believe people who thought of ending their lives are not just simply afraid of dealing with something incurable, but they are just afraid of the scariest, deadliest aspect of it of all, the discrimination, the social stigmas, the lonely road of battling it all by their own.

That, is perhaps their death sentence. Not AIDS.

Ask yourself, will you still be a friend, should you find out someone you know is diagnosed with AIDS?

Ask yourself, are you one of those who will be quick to throw a stone to judge when someone you know is diagnosed with AIDS?

Or will it become your personal agenda to get the world behind you to outcast him/her?

Will you hold his/her hand? Will you hug him/her? Will you just… be supportive? Will you be just.. normal?

I am sure there will be times we will not how to react, there will be times we will not know how to deal with it and be sensitive… and there will be times we don’t know if someone would want to talk openly about it.

But first, let’s just learn to open our hearts, cos at the end of it, it may be just us, who think we are the know-it-all, that really need the education.

Changing

Many things are changing.

And of all, I am taken aback by the changes within me, and indirectly, impacted the changes around me.

I am pretty much back to being hermit-y these days, and my life now is “normalized” – Work from Mondays to Fridays, stay up late on Fridays and Saturdays, do some shopping and running errands on Saturdays, chilling with friends on Fridays night, and sleeping in on Sundays.

And it has been the same tune played over and over again the past few weeks.

I stared at this space for the longest time, not knowing what to write either.

I have plenty of pictures to post but the uploading process is too much of a hassle and.. pretty tedious.

I am having bad aches from PMS, and I am constantly in a state of fatigue.

My mood swings are pretty erratic, and I told myself I needed to be found. But then again, I need to lose myself before I can be found, right?

I miss my girlies, I really do.

And I learnt much about timing too. My hermit-y days are not often understood and empathised by people around, and they tend to draw conclusions too soon, too fast. Too bad, I reckon.

Process of elimination just makes things easier, doesn’t it?

Sometimes we just don’t want things to change, yet it is inevitable that things have to. I have had choices. To talk about it, or not to, but it often gets too tiring for me to deal with and I opted for the lazier, easier way out, and then, things will just spiral from there, and I try convincing myself how it would be for the better.

But there are some times, where I have to wave off the what could’ve beens, as maybe, just maybe, I would have rather things turn out otherwise.

I am not sure when people are trying to relieve some of your burdens, do they unintentionally help you reliving it all over again.

Wishing everyone well. It is the end of March, and looking on the bright side, is that my bank account will have some positive activities to keep it busy, though I am a little apprehensive how time is dwindling away for April to set into pace.

Looking forward to the next two weeks. :)

If it is that accurate…

Fluctuating humors, but you won’t have to be concerned about them. Be vigilant as far as your food is concerned so as to avoid taking on weight which would transform itself into horrible folds of fat. A vitamin cure would do you good by allowing you to recover your tonicity. Don’t wallow in your recent unhappy love affairs. In work, you’ll give precedence to originality and independence even though these two qualities are generally frowned upon by the firm that employs you; but this time you’ll be appreciated and it will be made known to you.

…. Uh huh. Then where is the part that says I am extremely PMS-sy?

And horrible folds of fat. Thanks man. I feel so happy now. -scorn-

No wonder I polished off the last grain of rice while I had dinner at Tiong Bahru by myself. It was delicious. Could be the additional sodium you know?

Anyway, sometimes, trying your best might just means, your best is never good enough to be the best in others’ eyes.

Monday very blue

I feel as if I lost a part of my life.

3 or 4 years of it to be exact.

:(

I want my phone contacts back.

I hate changing phones.

I should have stuck to my old Nokia 8850 and not EVER change phones.

Super fucked up :(

Gratifying weekend

Over the long weekend, I was well-rested.

I dreamt of work everyday, but it wasn’t within my control, was it?

I ended the last day of work with tears. Someone made me cry on Thursday. Hurhur. It was unintentional, but what to do, I am always emo, right?

I played mahjong on Thursday night with the usual gang despite the fatigue, but somehow it was so boring that all of us couldn’t wait for it to be over.

Let’s see what had I been up to over the weekend.

I played mahjong.

I didn’t feel like anymore mahjong.

I made an ang moh eat durian.

I cooked(!!!!!!). Oh my oh my, did I mention I cooked?!

I slept till evening. I didn’t even realise it was evening. I just woke up and it was, wow, evening.

I ate durian.

I had chocolates.

I received a small Anna Sui gift. Lip gloss looks yummy.

I watched a movie. It wasn’t a pleasant exchange.

I went to a nice place.

I had a nice dinner.

I went late-night shopping.

I chilled at some nice place and had yummy cheese as I planned for work.

I watched Sex and the City.

I cleared my phone list.

I played Viwawa.

I watched Manchester United screwed Liverpool.

I paid my credit card bills.

I received payments.

I deposited cash into my very empty bank accounts.

I am a mother today.

I brought Minibean out shopping today and she charmed everyone. She refused to let go of the shopping bags in her hands and she refused to be held/carried/led. So Mummy had to pretend to play hide and seek for her to follow.

I took a lot of nice pictures.

So, I shopped more than I normally did over the weekend, yet I didn’t buy anything, like always. But I know what I was searching for.

I had a relatively peaceful weekend, and I am glad the way it went.

And now, I blogged. Not extensively as I would like it to be, but hell yeah, I blogged. Finally.

And oh.

I told a lie.

And did I mention that… I cooked?

Of all things, besides spending time with Minibean, that was perhaps the proudest moment of the week.

“Don’t worry, I will walk you through..”

I can’t complain about a weekend like this, can I? :)

I want to sleep early so I have all the energy in the world to start my Monday good… but… I want to see the end of Arsenal and Chelsea…’s match.

Let it be a good weekend. Let it be a good weekend. Ahem.

Of sweet-nothings

It is barely the start of a new week and my energy level is running low.

It was a casual Sunday over the mahjong table before I headed home to try to get some sleep. But apparently I couldn’t get to sleep at all and that pretty much disrupted my sleeping pattern for the start of the week.

I got home on Monday from work with my colleague giving me a lift and was looking forward to spend some time with the little one, who returned that afternoon.

I got really upset when my parents brought her out and after I dozed off briefly at 9 plus, I woke up at 11pm still not seeing her.

And it is with absolute horror that I should announce I fell asleep while playing mahjong on Viwawa. And you think I never fall asleep at the mahjong table.

I called my parents and they were still out. I was too tired and I fell asleep.

I had perhaps more than 9 hours of sleep, but it didn’t stop me from feeling incredibly grouchy at work today. The end to my spectacles-clad days didn’t quite help too.

“Angels or Devils” got me going for the past 2 days.

I just couldn’t wait to see her, and get out of the place. A place I feel incredibly…. lonely in.

I got home by the express bus today and was just immensely glad to see my little one running to the door to greet me with a big grin.

I had dinner while she dragged her new dress(which we bought at IMM over my birthday weekend after my trip to the clinic) to the table, gesturing for me to get her changed. Mum had told me how she had tried it on and refused to take it off. She is on her way to get acquainted with style, I think.

The dinner was a happy affair for me as she did all sorts of cheeky stuff(pulling camera off the table. Thank God for fast reflexes. Trying to grab the plate off the table…. you get the drift) to get Mummy’s attention. I grabbed her and smother her in kisses as she giggled and tried to get out of my grasp.

I said I would bring her down for a walk, but I got too comfortable after my shower – I fell asleep while reading some news, only to wake up at 11pm.

Minibean has grown so much, and I am just glad I have spent some time with her, chasing her around the living room, trying to make her stay in my embrace and… just knowing that she is trying to get my attention by getting unruly when I am around(she usually is easier to manage when I am not around, even he said so. Of course, babysitters know best).

At the end of the day, it is just nice to know that you are being missed dearly, though you wonder could it just be a form of escapism.

And it is just warm and fuzzy to know you could provide some form of comfort… just being.. you.

I popped a piece of chocolate from the Regent after my nap, just hoping for bare traces for comfort, and I got what I needed.

And… it is just strangely corny, yet heartwarming, when someone branded you and baby “my favourite 2 persons”.

Maybe, at the end of the day, despite all those hair-tearing moments, and beyond all that emptiness, all you need to know is that there are people who still have you on their minds.

And, that, they care.

Even if it’s only for a while.

Even if it might not be real.

Anxiety anxiety anxiety

I once wonder why the palpitations brought on by caffeine, which is accompanied by racing heartbeats, cold sweating, tremblings, light-headedness is called anxiety attack.

I had precisely all the above last night when Dad had called me from KL to ask if Mum had contacted me.

Not a very usual question coming from Dad and it got me all panicky. Apparently Mum was uncontactable since 10pm and calls to her went unanswered.

Ever since Mum started taking care of Minibean, she seldom brings her out, unless my dad is around.

And it is uncharacteristic of her to be still out so late. Mum is the most paranoid person you ever would find, and in a place like JB, you can never be too safe and careful.

We started calling her, and calls to the house phone and handphone all led to the voice recording of telco providers which were starting to annoy me.

I paced around the house and couldn’t quite think straight, I started to think what I should be doing, and started to search high and low hoping to find an extra set of keys to my JB apartment.

I started finding it hard to breathe. Then I started thinking if I have any tools with me that I could possibly break the lock, and then get to the phone to redial her last dialled number.

I was thinking of changing and brave the horrendous traffic at the causeway in the rain since the fugitive went on the run.

I quietly muttered to myself, “What if something happened to baby…?”

I can’t remember how that couple of hours went but I know I was dialling acquaintances in JB asking for help, wondering if they live close enough to check on them.

I started saying, “I don’t want her to stay in JB anymore…”

I think they thought I was mad cos I was incoherent and barely making sense.

It was almost 12.30am when an unknown call to the handphone ended all the drama.

Dad had called up the apartment’s developer, who in turn contacted the security guards who checked on them.

Apparently, my daughter, my beloved cheeky girl, had switched all the phones in the house to silent mode, leaving my uneducated, unsavvy Mum, clueless.

And Mum had no idea at all. And when she finally did, when the security guard got in touch with her, she immediately called my dad back.

She called me too, which I had actually broke down in tears in absolute relief(so silly, I know).

She started saying how Minibean had meddled with all the phones in the house and successfully switched them to silent mode. And she started saying how she has no idea how to switch the ringers on.

Okay. Now my daughter is too smart for her grandma.

Other than that, I have clocked so much sleep over this weekend that I think I slept more over the past 2 days than all the work days’ sleep hours add up together.

After a long night of mahjong with Uncle, Effy, and Moby(nahbeh, uncle is on a roll, keep winning our money), I slept just before daybreak and it was frightening to see the time 2030 on my phone when I finally woke.

After a heavy meal of delivery, the scary episode of missing baby and grandma took up most of the evening, before I fell asleep at around 2am.

It was 1+pm when I finally woke up this afternoon.

What is more frightening is that I have been dreaming about work for 2 consecutive days. And all related to the upcoming stuff.

Ah. So scary.

***

Friday was a heavy day for me.

But I was just glad to be in jeans, like I said.

I did something sinful. I made someone who quit smoking, smoke again. And after 2 cigarette breaks that saw the demise of 10 sticks in total, you have 2 very lost and jaded souls at work.

“Is there something you are not clusmy in?”

“Er…” just as I was thinking for an answer, I dropped the box on the floor and he had to pick it up.

I laughed. I hardly think so, I replied.

Is a melting pot of everything too generalised to survive in somewhere rigid?

It is almost funny cos it is too soon to see everything too clearly.

I bade my colleagues goodbye as I went on another depressing trip.

I went to visit someone dying. Or fighting, as I prefer to see it as. With Uncle.

I saw the daughter holding his hand tight as he endured painful transfusion.

I saw the family trying to lighten up as doctors say he has less than 6 weeks to live.

So many questions shot through my head as I tried to get around it.

It was my third trip to the hospital with 3 different persons in recent days, yet it was the one that truly impacted.

I wish I could say, fight on, you never know how miraculous a person’s determination could be.

God bless. I do hope to see miracles.

Questions. Lots of them?

I know you probably have lots of them at this point. I am sorry I am not able to be there to answer them. I am sorry you think this way of me. I am sorry that I might be too stubborn.

I am not sure how I go through this routine everyday anymore.

I think I am happy this way. But am I truly? Every morning starts with heavy talks, and I am tired of ending every night with the same heaviness in my chest.

I am lucky I still have my cough medications to induce sleep.

I don’t know.

I am busy. I am darn freaked out by the deadlines and the ping-pong of decisions.

And uh, let’s see how long my adrenaline lasts me.

Did I mention a colleague asked if I am a blogger? Simply because he hears my furious typing everyday and he deduces that my fast typing must be because I am a blogger.

Oh no. I can’t bitch anymore.

Hurhur.

Not that I have the time and chance to anyway. It is weekend and I am actually just happy I am in jeans and glasses.

I haven’t been able to wear lens since my eye was swollen. It looks okay but it still tears painfully this morning.

I have a new tagline I always use. Sibei sian.

I need mahjong therapy tonight.

To show how lifeless I am…

Maybe it is the cough syrup that’s making me too high for my own good. Or maybe it is too ‘fated’ for my own good.

I decided to go into those rooms where you need at least 3 doubles to win. My tiles were so bad that there was only one option.

And then I think the people inside there don’t like me too much either.

I have absolute no life. So what I do all day is to game chap sar yio. Until I am so bored of it that I won’t blog about it anymore.

I am still not feeling any better.

I am dreading to think what awaits me in the office tomorrow.

***

My eye looks worse than yesterday but yet it feels less painful. I really look like some kind of freak you know?

I tried to upload pictures from my birthday but it refuses to load. It only loads my chap sar yio pictures.

So not fated.

I am hungry. I feel weak. Groggy. Pukish.

But it is such a nice rainy day to be home.

Effy and I were trying to convince ourselves we are not addicted to mahjong. Yet we are already making plans for Friday night. Nowadays we need friends with stamina. Especially now we realise we get discarded over the mahjong table when people love us no more(muahahaha). Which means, we are really short of mahjong kakis.

Hopefully I can load the pictures later so I can blog properly. Or else I don’t know how many chap sar yios I have to do to sustain this blog.

Must be the cupcakes

I could barely open my left eye this morning, and the moment I stood up, I feel as if I have a massive hangover.

Very unfortunately, I have to call in sick when I am barely a month into my new job. :(

I am thinking of popping by the doctor’s again cos my eye really does look like I was punched. The eyebag area is now swollen as well.

I am now trying to think of a way not to scare anybody at work with no make up, with glasses, a swollen and hideous eye, talks like a tranny, and to top it off, a very contagious bug.

I think my body is conditioned to the working hours, and I find it hard to go back to sleep despite being high on cough syrup.

I am so floaty now.

But that’s not why I am blogging.

I was on Viwawa just now.

So I shall just let the picture do the talking.

*GASP!*

WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!?!?!?!?! YOU TELL ME!!!

In less than 12 hours, I got my 2nd Chap Sar Yio on Viwawa. Either it loves me a lot or hates me a lot to deal me with such bad tiles.

As of like last time, everyone leaves the table when I gamed. I think they don’t like me very much. I was waiting for the last yi wan on the table, and it was so late into the game that I scared someone will win before me.

Must be the cupcakes.

Okay, it may be fated after all.

I am not sure what is it, but am shuddering from the effects of the medications.

So I am just gonna lie down.

OMG. I just can’t believe I got 2 chap sar yios!

Now, when will my real life one come?