farking flu

I don't know if it's the superiority of the latest flu virus strain or the state of deterioration my body is in, but I've been fucking ill for the past 2 weeks. Been to the doctor's 3 times and ended up with 3 different combinations of medication. I can positively smell the fucking antibiotic in my breath this past few days but how the fuck come am I not feeling any better?

So, forgive me if I appear to be somewhat hostile and un-chatty.

almost...

Planning the Taiwan trip is taking more effort than I initially thought it would. But it does add a lot of excitement to my internet surfing, not mentioning the people I meet in this backpacking website I am frequenting. Being a tour leader is quite fun, actually, back-breaking or not. Planning an entire trip from touch down to the flight back home, with me calling all the shots, where to visit and not... nice. Travelling with 2 elderlies and a 6-year-old totally add an element of challenge to my planning strategy! (sounding chirpier than necessary)

Yes, planning for just 2 or 4 would be much simpler, but I'd rather have what I'm having than joining a tour group. After all, Taiwan is just, a small island (but with thousands and thousands of sightseeing hotspots!). The good thing is, everything in or about Taiwan can be found on the internet, from every street map and routes of the subway system, to lodging-eatery-sightseeing info with latest prices, and even maps of their pasar malam stalls! Sad to say, though, Malaysia is waaaaaaay belakang. When people ask for websites to know more about Malaysia, the search results I get are pathetic. So I ask them to just come over, stay at my place and I'll take them around. That or I'll have to start an association to provide friendlier info and tips to travellers.

I'm down with flu (what's new) again. Just hope I recover well enough to enjoy my first ever church wedding this weekend. Happy getting married, Fiona! Hmm, this means I'll be meeting the whole bunch of church folks. Means Elliot will be bugging me about the meme I didn't have time to respond to.

Blek.

whirlwind

It's been a whirlwind week. And now I can't get this song out of my head.

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tongue
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

I first heard this song in an episode of Friends. Sigh. The good ole' days (I always wanted a boyfriend who's a cross between Ross and Chandler). Then I heard it again in Shrek. Then I hear it all the time in my head.

And, what's the big deal about Gol & Gincu? *yawn*

scary

Phooey.

Boss just showed me a video clip from a Hong Kong subway advertisement back in 1993. The ad showed 6 kids forming a play train, but at the last second before the camera panned out there was an additional girl (we could only see her pig-tails) behind the last boy.

The boy died soon after the ad was completed. And the government banned the ad. Hmmm. I got goosebumps after seeing the scene played over and over again. Scary shit, that.

That and I'm on Mediaxal.
That and I'm totally buggered about my December trip to Taiwan.
That and I have to work this weekend.

obesity

I'm oozing blood and meanness. Stay away. Because I am Remus Lupin for a few days.

Dammit my appetite is more ravenous than the piggish-est glutton. So much for the 1kg-a-week diet plan. Sarah called me obese.

I want to curl up in the corner of my closet and suck my thumb forever.

murder

It's not quite the same when you read about it in the papers, hear about it in the radio or even look at it in the telly. My friend's wife was murdered. Cold blooded, vicious 16 wounds on her body. I saw it from the newspaper. And I don't know how to comfort him.

I know it's just ONE murder. And thousands are being killed in more horrible ways around the world every day. But like I said, as long as we don't know those people, it tends to hurt us less. And we still go about our happy daily routines, unaffected. Children die in hunger, so what? Himalayan tigers will be extinct soon, so what? Bali gets bombed again, oh, better tell the friend to not go there for honeymoon.

Sometimes I get very, very fired up for a cause. Then eventually it fizzles and dies out. Life like normal resumes. Until I read about an incident or saw in Discovery another issue that nags at me again. Then I'll talk to friends and people I think will care. Sometimes, the chain reaction is positive and we do a little that make us feel happier and less guilty. Sometimes, I hit a wall and slowly I lose interest.

Why am I like this? Why are we like this?

cinderella man

Cis.

Don't understand why some people say Cinderella Man is boring. I like it. Wholesome values and all albeit the bloody fights. Made me cry in several scenes even. *sniff* Nice.

Now I shall go write a radio script for the client, do the laundry and powder myself nicely for Fish Leong concert. KC has a totally zonked out sense of time. Just hope we don't have to jog uphill and downhill for 20 minutes like the Malaysian Idol night. That was crappy.

workshop

7.30 a.m.

Threw the alarm clock halfway across the room before realising it's my phone ringing. This is what happens when you sleep averagely less than 4 hours a day for the past 2 weeks.

"Darling wake up *yawn* you have to send me to the Make A Difference workshop in town."

" ... ... *grunt* ... ... "

Dozed for 5 minutes.

"Oii wake up-larrrr or I'll fall back asleep again. I also bloody tired."

(super duper dragon morning breath) "Then don't go."

"Actually you just too lazy to send me downtown right..."

"... mmm ..."

"Then how-la I wanna make a difference?"

"By getting enough rest..."

7.50 a.m.

Laughing like a loony ass while torn between the heartache of wasting potentially good (and free) hotel food and the need to really sleep like a normal working professional in the brainjuice-squeezing industry.

Still couldn't decide. So focused all my energy trying to force out a rich, healthy morning fart.

8.13 a.m.

Too late to get ready for the workshop. Glad that I don't have to make the decision whether to go or not. But I'm wide awake already. Dammit. Someone still happily snoring away, unperturbed by the fact that its mumbling less than 10 words managed to change the schedule of my entire day. Hmm. So nice to blame it on someone else. Tee hee.

And I still can't fart. Since last night. WHY????