Archive for January, 2009

Solace found

January 14th, 2009 by admin

Besides finding it in my cough syrup(essential survival tool for a nice, peaceful sleep), Clarinase proved to be a lifesaver too.

I have officially lost my sense of taste, and I didn’t think it is a bad thing surviving on Hi-Fiber Low Salt Jacob’s every, single day.

My boss was almost laughing at my predicament, though he nicely passed me some chicken essence, which I think I should drown myself in tomorrow when I am at work.

And why the hell am I still awake at this hour?

Well, basically because I just finished yet another book.

I have been reading relentlessly.. since… since… since.. recently, and I find great solace in avoiding my reality, and seeking for pieces of reality and of drama, elsewhere, other than my own.

I don’t usually read, but when I do, I often read books after books after books, ranging from genre of one extreme, to another.

Sometimes, my short attention span will mean I have trouble sitting through the next page, yet I will force myself to sit through it, much to my own annoyance.

It is strange, that sometimes I find such dread sitting through the pages, yet knowing how a story develops pushes me to read on.. and trust me, with me getting all fidgety and my attention getting all flighty, it can get really annoying.

I finally got down to reading Emily Giffin’s Something Borrowed, a book I had wanted to read.. since… 3 and half years ago.

I never gotten down to doing so.

And it is just strange that when I finally did so, it is because… I manage to find the ebook.

So after a day of back-breaking hours(bear in mind that I do not have a proper chair in front of my monitor), I finally finished the book.

I love it. I can’t say it is a great book, but I love it.

With my attention span(and in a daze/stoned majority of the time), I have read 4 books in the past week(sadly couldn’t manage to even read a page when down on MC), with Eclipse the one I am making the slowest progress with.

Maybe I need a dose of reality sometimes, so I will read a couple of chapters before reading another one.

I think I should pick up my favourite, yet long-forgotten genre – Mystery and Crime, before I get suck into  overly-optimistic fairytales endings.

Maybe a good autobiography will work its magic on me too.

I need words.

Pages, pages of words.

(And great news, been coming home early these few days and spending some great time with the little miss. She is being absolutely adorable. Did I mention she knows her 2nd Chinese poem by now? And I want to claim a little credit for that. She recited it flawlessly yesterday, and she even knew which page to flip to. I can’t stop gushing how amazing she is. Truth is, even if she isn’t brainy, I would have gushed nonstop like now, cos she is, who she is)

I don’t know why I bracketed the above.

Anyway.

Have to conquer my fear this Friday due to… circumstances. I am afraid.

No one knows how afraid I am, because it has been so long. 5, long years. It doesn’t even feel that long.

And precisely it has been so long… I thought it doesn’t haunt me anymore.

But as we know, history has a way of being the most frightening ghosts, ever.

But it is about time, that the ghosts have to be exorcised.

Seriously, it may seem nothing to anyone, but… as we know, psychological barrier is one truly funny little thing.

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Dilemma

January 13th, 2009 by admin

I am sick again.

What’s new?

But I am understandably incredibly sulky because of this.

The burning sensation in the gastric didn’t go away so I followed the instructions of going back to the doc’s, and by-the-way sought consultation from the bad cough and stuffed nose.

I took a peek at my previous bill and nearly choked – $90(?!). I hope I see wrongly, or else I bet no insurance company would want to cover me the next time round.

I got 7 medications back with me this time round, and the list of “DO NOT EAT” just got longer… and longer.

I whimpered, “Can’t I even have a little…?” before she gave a sympathetic smile(the doctor I was supposed to go back to is not on duty till afternoon), and gave an outright no.

So I have an issue here.

I am having gastro, so there are strict diet I have to adhere to.

The problem is, I have the flu now, with thick, thick phlegm.

Just when I thought I am feeling better and I wanna take my chance of having an entire prosperity burger(Huuuaaaattt ah!) to myself…. bleargh!

Then, she rattled off.. “No spicy food(kill me), no milk, no tea(kill me), no coffee, no fruit juices, no fruits.. no vegetables..”

“WHAT?! NOT EVEN VEGETABLES?”

“Yup.”

Hokay.

“Don’t take vitamin C”

WHAT?! I just took…. since I got a flu.

“Nope, you are not supposed to take. Nothing sour. Nothing with oil(I’d rather you say oily). No meat(kill me). No chocolate(shoot me), no cookies, no ice-cream.”

“HUH?! I wasn’t told no chocolate the last time round.”

“It will be best if you.. you heard about rice water diet?”

“What? The last time the other doctor said white bread and water, now is rice water diet?!”

She laughed. “Yup, the water from the porridge, that should fill you enough.”

Are they all out to torture me?

I haven’t asked if I can eat durian, which I cheated my diet a little over last weekend, but I decided if I don’t know means I can eat.

She was about to dispense another MC, and I was quick to dismiss it.

Then, I was prescribed antibiotics for the flu despite the tummy conditions.. and I was given something to burp and to spit my phlegm.

So sexy.

I hate feeling sick. I want my prosperity burger and all the spicy food.

And I miss my teh-o-peng.

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Rock bottom

January 12th, 2009 by admin

In a “post-mortem” review today, I started going on and on about a bruised ego, and a low self-esteem.

Then, the more I say, the more I feel the urge to burst out crying.

I realise my self-esteem has officially hit rock-bottom.

And I might not recover, after all.

And I am angsty. And I am dulan. And I ain’t even PMS at all.

I feel fat, even though I know I ain’t.

I feel unattractive.

I feel… my nehs are too small.

I feel… my stretch marks are glaringly obvious and staring back at me.

I feel my cellulite is a ghastly sight.

I feel… my doctor might not have sew me tight enough. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Not funny.

I feel I need botox so I don’t look like your 48 year-old auntie.

I feel… I might need to take a leaf out of plastic dong’s book and spend on maintainence or some sort.

Seriously, to those who think I think I am gorgeous…. that must be the biggest joke on planet earth.

I think the naked sight of me can turn off hot-blooded virgin boys.

Wait a minute, not I think.

It’s a fact.

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Storm, brewing.

January 12th, 2009 by admin

The reason for the lack of posts isn’t fom the fact I was busy. In fact, I haven’t been busy in a while.

I only been to work for only 2 days out of 5 the last week, which is the week I was back from holidays(after taking a day of leave for my Phuket trip), which means, isn’t the smartest thing to do.

But, that was perhaps the wisest decision to keep the loo close by, and that I had a ready bed for me to writhe in pain when I had unwittingly took the Lomotil which stopped me from running to the loo(3 times in half hour), but at the same time, keep the virus within to cause such excruciating pain and churning to the tummy.

I went to the doctor again after cold-sweating and feeling abnormally weak when I got back to work last Thursday(with the pain nagging intensively), and the news wasn’t all that great.

Bread and water. My diet for another week, was what was prescribed. No fruit juices, or anything acidic cos my stomach acid was going into overdrive, and it is very likely that my stomach linings were all screwed and ulcers would be next on the plate.

BAH.

He knows how to scare me. But he Manchester United fan(wooohooo wahahahaha -smirk-)… so I believed him.

I pretty much have to let myself run to the loos as often as possible to clear the, sorry for the pun, crap viruses, and I shouldn’t aggravate the situation with fruit juices or the other medications I was on.

Sigh. Fine.

I wanted to cry when I missed out all the good food over the weekend, but after I gave in to my cravings of durian, I felt tonnes better. I think I found the perfect diet. Hurhurhur.

I still felt kinda crappy(no more crapping! But still plenty of nausea), and I have this incredible craving for prosperity burger, though the fear of what I have to go through with the memories of the worst bout of gastro I ever had still is still fresh on my mind. It. Is. Freaking. Scary. Lah.

My boss joked I should pick up a new hobby. Like knitting or something.

I stayed home on Friday rolling around on the bed, and feeling damn weak and sickly. I slept my Friday away.

It was Friday evening when my very well-missed kakis turned up, and I seriously found it hard to concentrate on the initial round that I had wanted to halt the game cos I was feeling too weak to continue.

But you know the thing with me and mahjong is, it cures everything. By the end of the evening, for the first time in 2 weeks, I felt the best I had, and the cloud of sickliness in my mind cleared up a little.

And I lasted till 6am! Woohoo! But the first round was really excruciating, I couldn’t concentrate no matter how much I tried. And it is bad cos I feel a little of that “lagging-ness” within me today.

I headed out to check on an event on Saturday with Minibean in tow, and it wasn’t long before the weakness returned after dinner.

I fell asleep at 10.30pm, feeling the lethargy catching up on me, and I woke up for a shower, before concussing out again. Woke up with a dripping nose and cough, took codein after breakfast, went back to sleep. Woke up for porridge, went back to sleep.

By the time I really did wake up from all those sleep, it was 6pm.

And I was thinking about work for today.

So now, I am feeling not entirely good cos of the cough and the runny nose. Bah.

But at least I think the gastro is making good progress.

***

Very tired and very sian leh. Why always sick one? I cancelled 2 gatherings last week and still feeling shitty. Sigh.

***

Mum is incredibly cranky these days.

Her words are laced with spite and she has been reacting in the most childish manner these days.

I have to hold my tongue so not to clash with her, though I know that with her continuing her antics, will just mean it will push me in the wrong directions.

She nags non stop, making comments about everything, and went on and on about how she feels like she is a maid, and that I didn’t bother to pack any food for her last night after returning from dinner with Minibean’s grandparents(we reached back past 11pm, and the dinner was at her grandaunt’s place).

I almost wanted to remind her how she made life hell for the 2 maids she drove away(she meticulously plotted it, I can’t help but think). And I feel like just employing a trained one just so she would just shut up(of course, she probably will be hopping mad).

I told Minibean to say “Thank you popo” after she made Minibean milk, and she went on and on sarcastically about “what’s there to thank? I am just a maid what..”

What the fuck?!

Oh well, I kinda ignored her, even when she made the most impossible comments and requests, that kinda kicked my mind into overdrive about making other plans.

Well, I guess I shall start saving towards that, if I ever want to make that happen.

Cos, I know, I can’t bite my lips down for much longer. I don’t even feel like going home to rest, knowing the kind of bitchiness she can get on to, even when I am sick.

And there is Chinese New Year, which.. will prove to be a tricky event, and I seriously do not even want to think about.

A storm is lurking near, and I know it. I am running out of patience, and I know it.

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The wedding

January 7th, 2009 by admin

Much had happened in 2008, and before I could catch up with any of those, I am already on my way to start 2009, which is a shame, really, because there were so many beautiful moments in 2008 which I have great reluctance to let go.

Maybe that is why I always harbour a slight resentment towards new years… because once too often, you realise much more things have slipped by, than you had expected it to be.

And perhaps, I sense a slight panic within me, and a need to capture some of the memories of 2008, that could have been lost, should I not… catch up with them.

***

It all started on the evening of 20th December 2008, when a bunch of crazy chaps were bent on getting drunk and high.

Well, they don’t call it the pissed up night for nothing.

Of course, it was on their agenda to make me stagger home drunk, but I clung on tight to my defence – allergic to alcohol – before they begrudgingly let me off.

It started out with me wandering around town for some Christmas presents, which ended up a fruitless search.

I brought my camera along, took some pictures on the very busy Orchard Road.. before heading to Far East to get my brows done.

I bumped into so many familiar faces in town.

I bumped into Michael, who was with his mum, and it has been a really, really, long time since the biker days. He mused, “Eh, you don’t get fat after giving birth one huh?” before I pointed to the ring around the tummy to show otherwise.

I bumped into Wenhong, my secondary school classmate/NPCC mate.

And when I was browsing at a bookshop, a Caucasian man came up to me to ask me about the Haruki Murakami book in his hands, and if I know anything about the author.

I told him as much as I know, and told him he should give the book a try, cos many of my friends love it.

And before I walked away, he asked, “Are you Japanese?”

When I answered negatively, he gave a shy laugh, “I thought you look like one and thought that’s why you would know the author.”

Before I could reply, a gorgeous young boy skipped to him and asked, “Daddy! Can we go now?”

I smiled and made my exit, after telling him the author is worth a read.

***

I caught a train to Clarke Quay, before making my way to Brewerkz on the darn heels(I suck at balancing on heels, as always)… and gee, seeing lotsa familiar faces I had lost touch with for the longest time, definitely brought back lotsa memories, and stir the nostalgia within.

Huina and Jenny. Jenny is already Mum of 2, and Huina was the bride-to-be. The first time I met Jenny was when she was still a music student in London, and the last time I met her, was when she was pregnant with her first.

And of course, the 1st time I met Huina, was the time I kinda had a part to play to set her up with Wenwei in 1998.

Oh man.

With Renee, one of the coolest chicks I ever known. My primary 5/6 classmate, who was in the same ECA as me since Primary 3(Brownies).

I used to run to her hostel to seek refuge back in secondary 4 days.

And the kerokeropi incident shall remain as one of the funniest ever.

Yaolong and I were never close until our years in UK. I remember going around London with him and his then prissy girlfriend. We caught up often whenever he returned to Singapore, and this chap is funny I tell ya.

And the surprise for the night, was meeting the 2 guys on the right. Of all the guys I met, these 2 should be the ones I have known for the longest, but lost touch with the longest too.

Tianrong and Chuanquan were both my primary 1 classmates. And this picture was us with the groom-to-be, Wenwei.

After dinner, this is where the party gets rowdy – Zirca!

Wenwei introducing Veeyee to Huina, possibly warning her how dangerous this man can get. Laughs.

YL and I.

Henry Sua Heng Lee, my supposed toyboy, who didn’t pass my QC especially after he had implied I probably need some help with F-cup cookies. Basket. he asked me if I wanted the F-cup cookies he had bought “for fun” in Japan.

With Veeyee and Henry.

And the blissful couple!

And the life of the party – Ruihan(Hannah) as I knew her.

And some random stranger who walked past as we were taking picture. I have no idea why I appear to have such a tan in all the pictures.

I love this picture, though I think the 2 of them were pretty high already.

Hahahaha!

Parteeehhh!

I think the groom was looking for alternative just before his wedding, with the best man.

Some of the saucy performance at Zirca, and we joked that Dr Woo(the groom to be) should have his own show of us girls dressing up as nurses for him.

But I guess he just had to make do with us, sans the nurse uniform. Laughs.

We have no idea who in the world the chap in red polo tee is.

And the ones who KO-ed for the night…

GG, you’re a wimp!

Goldwin, Weethong and me. Both I have known since 11.

Tianrong, who sat beside me in Primary 1!

Gotta love this chick man!

The guys probably will hate me for this.

What the fuck was YL trying to do?!

Meiyi and YL! Meiyi used to stay overnight at my place and I have known her since our schoolbus days since primary 1.

It feels like a school reunion all over again.

And sometimes, old friends bring back the sweetest memories.

This drunk squished my tummy lard.

Goldwin, Yaolong and me.

I think I did take a sip of alcohol and I was starting to turn a lil red, and of course, act a lil cute.

We met this bunch of models at Zirca and they were soo incredibly sweet. Bumped into them again at Spize, and just had to take a picture with them.

Supper time! And we had so much drunks amongst us it was hardly funny.

***

I remember the wind was darn strong when I hopped onto a cab that day.

I didn’t sleep till the sun came out.

Something was nagging at the back of my head, and I know things will never be the same again.

***

Fast forward a few working days with a few nights of mahjong in between, and it was a week later!

I barged into the guys’ hotel room, before getting ready for the big event, and of course, my huge, huge responsibility.

All of them looked… maxed out from the bride-snatching morning.

GG looking stoned, and bullied.

Henry.

YL.

The things they did in the room.

Some random shot.

I jumped onto the bed to be trigger-happy.

Henry with his hard-on.

And then I was down at the ballroom doing some last-minute rehearsals.

I was a bundle of nerves, alright?

We improvised the script and then it was strange speaking into a microphone.

And we did everything silly just to pass time, though the groom was so solemn that we were afraid he was going to lecture us for acting silly.

And of course…

With the groom.

Our tees’ colours matched quite yummy-ly.

And we were squatting in our “jiu-hu” style way. Hurhurhur.

Then it was time for preparations.

The problem with boys is.. they will leave the underwear everywhere! I found another one lying on the bed, and I just had to take pictures of these as evidence.

Boys will always be boys. Tsk.

YL getting ready.

I shall not mention how we tried to play a prank on GG, which ended up with me seeing his naked butt. WAHAHAHAHAHA!

And then, I was all dressed, waiting for the others.

I felt an urge to do housekeeping for them…

But I decided against it.

And down to the ballroom, we went!

The all glam-up versions of all of us.

YL, me, Amy and Kim, who was also my primary 1 classmate.

Tianrong and I.

The photographer very mean, he called GG the dwarf. Wahahahaha.

Me with the bride!

My fellow emcee for the night – Uncle Ben!

Food, glorious food. We had to like, eat in record timing, before dashing up on stage again.

The slightly tipsy groom trying to introduce his matchmaker.

When the guys were out helping the groom in the alcohol department, the ladies stay behind with all the food. Hehehe.

And many empty seats.

They asked me to half-squat for this picture.

Post-dinner, we went back to the hotel room, and then the scandals broke.

Me and my toyboys.

Looking so prim and proper.

“Help!!!”

Wahahaha.

I know sibei scandalous, but look, got pillow in between hor.

My batch 2 of toyboys. Hahaha!

It was superbly funny.

We then made our way down to find the newly-weds.

In absolutely horrible looking footwear, that didn’t match our glamness.

They asked me to take a picture of them like this.

In the lift going to the newly-weds’ suite.

We then found out we weren’t the only unglam ones.

Tadang! All of us very unglam!

We had a bit of snack before calling it a night, and I rushed back home at 2ish in the morning, before resting early for the next morning.

***

I met up with the others at Ulu Pandan before heading to JB with the chartered transport.

We spent the morning trying to figure out which march in song to use, and then getting ready for the religious ceremony in the afternoon.

I took the chance to nap.

And I kept napping. And napping. And napping.

GG, Kim and Andrew lining up beside the red carpet.

The set up in their own backyard was gorgeous.

It was so romantic, can?

I nearly teared at the ceremony.

The caterer taking a break.

Here comes the bride and the bride’s daddy.

And it was, truly, beautiful.

***

We rushed to the dinner location, and it was magnificent. It gotta be since it gotta house so many people.

Awesome.

I was starting to get real jittery and we didn’t really have much time for a complete run, cos we were solving technical issues most of the time.

Me with the groom.

The very unglam “brothers”

Me with Andrew, who was helping out with the technical aspects.

Me and YL, the co-ordinator for the JB wedding. I also want such a big banner!

The jazz band from Penang. Awesome!
I went up to the drummer to ask if I could play the drums.

I also went up to the saxophonist to ask to try his Alto and Soprano sax.

Then, I heard the bassist said in mocked anger to his band mates(not meant to be in earshot of us by the way hahaha), “After today, I am not going to play bass anymore.”

Muahahahaha.

Still, he got a fan in the man with ugly shoes.

Who turned out to be quite glam nonetheless.

The bride!

The bride and me!

Renee and Weiyang.

Why I got so much pictures with YL ah?

Tadang! When we were on stage, yam-senging. I got over-zealous with the yam-sengs, I tell ya, that the jazz band was staring at me in absolute horror.

Where got girl so unglam one?!

Me with Amy and Vicky.

Jason, my primary 5/6 classmate as well.

Veeyee and me taking a breather from the crowd.

Don’t ask me why was I standing in the middle instead of the newly-weds.

This picture has people I known for the longest time in my life.. and definitely is.. bittersweet.

With some of the chaps from my table.

And the entire entourage from my table, wrapping the evening up with an “act cute” picture.

I didn’t know Henry wanted to lick me.

And yes, Dr Woo, we can see the ring on your hand and know what you are up to.

Rushed back to Singapore in time to see my bundle of happiness waiting for me.

(yes yes, eye lashes falling out but I can’t be bothered)

And she looked so happy. :)

It was a truly great pleasure to be part of the wedding, and I truly wish you guys have plenty of bliss and happiness ahead of you.

And yes, Dr Woo and Dr Yang, do give birth to a cute chap soon so my daughter can date a doctor in the future. Hehehehe.

Woohoo.

Finally a post with pictures, eh?

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Cheeky

January 7th, 2009 by admin

Li Bai’s Jing Ye Si(Quiet Night Thoughts).

I bet this is the first Chinese poem many of us learnt when we were little.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise as it is Minibean’s first Chinese poem too.

Chuang qian ming yue guang
Yi shi di shang shuang.
Ju tou wang ming yue,
Di tou si gu xiang

(Before my bed
There is bright-lit moonlight
So that it seems
Like frost on the ground:

Lifting my head
I watch the bright moon
Lowering my head
I dream that I’m home.)

And yes, she can now recite the entire poem without any prompting, and she even improvised it on her own, much to the chagrin of my mum.

And she will laugh heartily with plenty of cheekiness, when my mum gets annoyed with her improvisation.

Me? I will laugh and praise her for being such a smart kiddo.

And what does she say?

Instead of Yi shi di shang shuang (seems like frost on the ground), she will always go a pitch higher and says, “Di shang ang zang!”(The ground is dirty!), before covering her mouth and break into a chain of silly giggles.

Kids, aren’t they simply the most amazing thingies? Yes, even at terror/terrible twos.

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Still not well

January 7th, 2009 by admin

I woke up to head to work today, just like yesterday.

Just as I washed up, and about to change, I made a mad dash to the loo, and just as I sat on the throne, a wave of nausea overwhelmed me.

By the time I was done, I was cold sweating and my legs were weak.

Okay. Work from home then.

That was perhaps the smartest choice I did today, cos subsequently, I made another 2 dashes to the loo in the span of half an hour.

Imagine me having to do that in peak hour human traffic. On the train. Not. Funny. At. All.

I hesitated to take the Lomotil, but the frequent trips to the loo had weakened me a tad too much.

Wrong move! Cos I started to have excruciating tummyaches, and was rolling about in the bed, as I replied emails. It was damn pain lah, and I was cold-sweating non-stop.

It seems like this bout of stomach flu is darn stubborn, and has no intention of sparing me a break.

I have not showered for 2 days. Wahahahaha. Cos the fever made me too scared of the cold, and I am feeling too weak to even raise my arms.

I feel miserable. *sulks*

I can’t even read cos the book proves to be too heavy.

I will try to blog later.

Did I mention I lost 2kg already?

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Gastro

January 6th, 2009 by admin

I struggled to stay awake today with the attack of the fever. Good thing is I stopped puking(er, though my sink is still very much choked with the brown rice I had for lunch yesterday), and I didn’t even have to make a run for the toilet for the entire day.

Down side is, I still feel extremely bloated, and sitting upright proves to be a challenge(thus I didn’t even attempt to blog).

The fever came back in the evening, and it sucks.

I woke up feeling alright today, but the moment I stood up to wash up and get myself ready for work, the nausea and everything came back.

I would normally work from home, but today I simply conceded to the fact that it was almost impossible.

I stayed in bed, in the same position throughout(a slight shift in position will cause the nausea and tummyache to come back), in and out of consciousness, and before I knew it, I had slept round the clock, till the sun went down.

I had wanted to rant about the silly GP I visited yesterday(who conveniently forgot to dispense me fever medication), and how incompetent he is, but I don’t think I have the spare energy within me.

I was only given medication for the runny stools and nausea. That’s all.

Nothing for fever. Nothing for the tummyache. Nothing like the sachets to aid digestion. Not even a strong anti emetic.

So I guess I am left to battle this on my own. Pfft.

It sucks to start 2009 with a serious bout of gastro, I tell ya.

And strangely I don’t seem to lose weight at all.

Ah well.

And I know I haven’t said this, but happy new year everyone.

I don’t like new years, and it just unsettles me that another year has passed, and everything seems… at a standstill.

Okay, shall keep this a short one.

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Bleargh

January 5th, 2009 by admin

Since I was feeling absolutely unwell today, with the constant urge to barf, I pretty much looked miserable + horrible at work.

I tried to suppress the urge, though it was making me sicker by the minute(and I thought I am supposed to get better with the gastro brewing a few days already).

In the afternoon, my colleague asked me, which I think is worse, “Vomiting or tummy upset?”

I pat my chest in relief, and said, “Luckily mine is just nausea, I don’t like the tummy upset kind.”

Well, I have been feeling this nausea for the past 3 days(and to top it off, I am having cramps from a heavy day today. -Whimpers-), and I am just glad I didn’t experience any of such in the open sea.

It just simply isn’t easy to strip off the wetsuit within a minute. And I can’t just run to the back of the boat(which was what I did when I puked).

As the afternoon worn, I started to feel an increase nausea building up, and the tummy started to ramble.

Okay, maybe it was just the cramps.

I decided not to take my chance and scurried to leave right after doing some updates with boss.

I went to the clinic and then realised I can’t see a doctor without my insurance card. Bummer.

I rushed to the taxi stand, and as I stood there, I started to feel really weak in my legs, and I just wanna lie down, right in the middle of the pavement.

Luckily the wait wasn’t long(and before peak period somemore!), I hopped on.

I made a mad dash to the loo when I off the cab, stopping only to give the very happy-to-see-mummy Charissa a pinch on the cheek(no kisses, baby).

I sat on the seat, and before I knew it, I should have never told my colleague, “Luckily I only got nausea…”

At the same moment, the urge to barf overwhelmed me and there wasn’t anywhere I could go huh?

So yeah, to answer my colleague’s question, the worst kind of gastric flu you can get, is the kind that crippled you with fever, handicapped you with runny stools, and attacked you with nausea when you are dealing with all of the above, at the same time.

It sucks.

I feel miserable and sulky already.

No wonder my colleague told me, “You should never be allowed diving again.”

And now if you would excuse me, I need to barf, again.

Edited: I was just joking about the fever part *points to above* cos when I blogged, all I had was nausea and the runs.

But the story of my life goes… yes, I am having a fucking fever now.

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Let it slip…

January 5th, 2009 by admin

I got to work feeling unusually jittery today, since I wasn’t in the office over the past few days, plus the fact that my boss will be back today…. and no forgetting the queasiness in the tummy(a bad bout of gastro over the trip in Phuket).

And with any other trips/incidents in my life, it was a trip that was filled with its tiny adventures(no broken fingers, yay!), and like my colleagues had expected, I would return to work not feeling well, at all.

Yeah.. I had a bout of gastro and I ended up feeling sick without being seasick. I puked on the boat, and I still feel like puking today.

Alas, I do not have the time to actually think about it, before I have to give some updates at a meeting…. which went on pretty well without any preparations nor jitters, possibly because I already followed on with whatever that’s going on, or that I am in too much of a delirium to feel the usual presentation nerves.

Oh, did I mention the hormone pills I took weren’t working and I had my menses(and yes, the cramps) in the midst of the trip?

The dives went on uneventfully(thank God!) until the last day.

I term it my Similan adventure.

Did I mention how I was stranded alone underwater(and half paikia-ly wanted to dive alone until I decided I didn’t want to die without people knowing), and then only to surface to find no boat in sight in the choppiest of waters I have ever experienced(which was kinda fun, really!).

The divemaster thought I was back on boat, the boat thought I was underwater and moved on to the other side of the reef.

Then, a dingy came to my rescue when I managed to see a boat coming my way and I waved to it. It honked the dingy to come to my rescue, and I refused to hang on to the rope, and the rescue guy could only made me take off my weight belt and BCD in the water(seriously, without the BCD, mask and everything… I really wouldn’t want to be in the choppy waters at all!). I grabbed the rope with my dear life man! Before I had to crawl my way into the dingy in the choppy waters.

My dive ended prematurely, and the 2nd dive saw every one of the 4 guys freezing(except me, cos I am fat and unattractive), and they were struggling in the waters while I just… happily and feeling liberated in the choppy waters. I was having so much fun that the DM had to shout at me hang on to the rope(not that I didn’t want to, but cos I got kick in my face by panicky WT and I wanted to move on to the other side where it was less crowded).

The water was so choppy that the DM refused to let me take off my fins on my own(the boat was rocking so much that everyone had problems even holding on to it, much less climbing up the stairs), and he seemed kinda panicky by the sea conditions too.

I know I sound incoherant, but please bear in mind I am still in my state of delirium and not very in tuned with my senses. I am amused and amazed I actually got through the presentation talking sense.

***

You know how on many occasions, words roll to the tip of your tongue and you just have to bite it back.

And then with time, you realise, that is perhaps, the best thing you could do, even though, at the back of your mind, you know there are pages, pages of words, that you owe.

Just like many things, moments and words often slip by, when you realise, just as quickly how they probably don’t matter to others anymore.

***

I am just glad to breathe again underwater, as much as I was nervous.

And yay, I am now an advanced diver. Woohoo!

And work seems to go on pretty smoothly as well. Just hope it will stay this way :)

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