中秋时到八月诗

Alwin sent me this:

吴刚调戏嫦尔笑
玉兔思量断臂山
后羿自宫众人乐
桂树长住广寒宫

去年今日此床上
真刀真枪干正欢
弹痕依旧留衿被
只剩一人对月亮

A bit sad, especially the last few phrases... But hey, it's only meant as entertainment... Alwin said that it's laughable... Well, may be for the first few phrases... But the last few phrases are rather sad... Don't you think so, KP???

And oh, 中秋节快乐！！！

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

I took a day off today. Life is getting more stressful and tiring with the haze setting in again.

The reading today was 96 for Kuching. That was above the level healthy to us.

The Indonesia side of the island (i.e. Borneo) was having a worse hit than us. Visibility was only 100-200 metres for some places. One of the officials said that the haze was spread "evenly" throughout the whole region, so that meant that there were other bush fires in the area.

I hate the haze.

The last time when it came in its worst was in 1997, the time when I was about to sit for my Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (Malaysia Educational Certificate, or SPM as we all call it). Visibility was so bad, that the furthest one could see, was the lamp post immediately after the one that one was standing beside. There was nothing but yellow fug everywhere.

The haze was just so depressing. It brought us all down.

Go away!!!

Bloody Tuesday

MC and I were brave yesterday. Well, at least we didn't squirm at the sight of some dark maroon liquid flowing out of the tube with a needle inserted into the inside of her elbow.

Blood!!!

Too bad only MC could donate. I was always shunned at the door when I wanted to donate blood. It was either my blood pressure was too low for donation, or the fact that I had been to Europe between 1980 and the present, that I was excluded from the group that were allowed to donate blood.

1980 to the present.... THAT'S MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!!

Those dumbwits in the ministry should at least try to revise those questionnaires every once in a while. Yeah, I've been to the islands and the continent, but I've also been back for more than four years!!! Any residue of what was left from my stay in Europe should have cleared from my system!!!

So, there I was, sitting beside the small table where the "nurse" was supposed to measure your blood pressure, and being talked to. This "nurse" was a guy, and he was more interested in getting me to talk to him than taking my pressure!!

I mean, I don't mind getting chatted up once in a while. There's always the feminine pride to be fed! But I do prefer that someone who is interested to be, well, at least, NOT MARRIED!!!

Furthermore, I think that a man who takes his job seriously and does them right is the sexiest.

Take my word for this, I really do mean it. Man are most attractive to me when they are concentrated on what they are doing and being really serious about it.

This was not me being rude, but hey, I'm way out of your league, spec-guy!!! Go try it on someone who would actually give you a damn!!!

But before you do that, do you mind taking my pressure??

Alright, so I couldn't donate blood. And my pressure was alright that day, damn....

So, there I was sitting beside the bed that MC was lying in, and looking forlornly as the nurse (now a proper nurse) insert that huge needle into her vein and watched with fascination as the blood, fresh and warm, started to flow into the bag below.

I've got to say, MC's blood looks pretty nice. I mean, the colour and the viscosity. Not too dark, not too viscous, not too thin too. The good things of being young and healthy.

Well, I've got to give it to the spec-guy. Now he was actually sitting beside MC's bed at the head of the bed!!! Way to go, MC, you got him coming this time!!! And he was actually trying to imagine MC in her year 19th?!! I mean, alright, you've been one of the technicians at the Blood Donation drive of her high school, but could you really remember her since she was one of the tens or hundreds of students giving blood??

Man, if you are really fascinated by women, and love to communicate with them, try improving yourself more, so that we would be fascinated by you!!

Be good, and people will just come to you!!

I don't think I'll be able to donate blood for the rest of my life, do I?

Duu duu... Hello, America!!!

Duu duu.... Duu duu... Duu duu...

Click kok... buzz buzz...

Hoi..

Hello??

Hey, it's me...

YS??? What are you calling me for??? I'm in the States now!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When did you go?

I'm here for ten days.

What?!!! Ok, ok... I'm putting down now... *grumble grumble: Go States also didn't tell me... Damn expensive to call that far...*

Monkeo!!! Have a good time in the States!!! But which part are you in now? I didn't get the name the other night... Heh....

MC's Misfortune of the Weekend

MC was having a training session at the Travilion Square this Saturday before. I was lying in bed thinking to myself if I should be up for my shower, when she called me.

It was 6.20 p.m. She was already home.

My car got broken into arh!!!!

What???!!!

I sat up straight on my bed.

气死我了!!! (i.e. I was so mad!!!)

Then her steam went off... Rattle... Rattle... Rattle...

You alright??

我没事... (i.e. I'm alright)

She told me that her player was taken, along with her size XL rear view mirror, and her tissue box...

TISSUE BOX!!!

Ok, now. There are two ways of looking at this. First, those people were just making (or taking) the most out of their job. Hey, they were businessmen too, right? They'd got to maximise their profits. Second, those lousy sons-of-a-bitches were just too cheap-staked to let a box of tissue loose!!!

Tissue box!!!

Man, talk about no honours among thieves.

Poor MC had to drive herself to the workshop to get her window fixed, while feeling numb and shocked from the aftermath of that event.

She ditched that evening of lesson and went home after getting her window replaced. Hence, the phone call.

Oh, man... Never, ever leave your valuables lying around your car in plain view of the public, even loose change could trigger the greed of another man. Hey, what do you know? They just have to make that phone call with those change.

So, MC... You have my condolences...

May your player and your tissue box rest in peace... Amen...

Aww.... don't be so sad... I'll buy you cheesecake the next time round, k?

Lie In

I am not moving today.

I am just so not wanting to move today.

But morning came, and for the sake of love I was woken up by my mother's movement around the house.

Not that I am complaining. I love my mum, and she works really hard for this family. It is me that is the problem.

There are times when I just cannot get myself to sleep. Yet there will be times when it is so hard for me to get up.

Today is just one of those days when it is so very hard to get me to get up.

It was raining outside. The most wonderful weather to have a good lie in.

So I did.

I spent one and a half hour in my bed, with my eyes half closed, and my mind wandering aimlessly from breakfast to MC's broken-in car the day before.

God, this was so nice...

September Blues

September is just not a good month.

It is a lazy month, a month where I do not have the mood or energy to do anything at all.

Yet I have done much. I went on my first diving trip to the Satang island, where the waters were known for its muckiness and murkiness.

That was my first muck dive. Visibility was bad, less than 1 metre. I couldn't even see my buddy's fins unless they were right in front of me.

Then there was the time which I spent with MC.

MC was cool. I could hang out with her for hours and not get bored for one minute. Laughter is a natural. We would come together not knowing what to talk to each other for the first few minutes, but then soon after we would be rambling and laughing our heads off for the rest of our time together, be it an hour or a day.

We practically guffawed at some points.

Recently I took to the habit of teasing her about her boobs.

It did not start intentionally. I met her this one day when she decided to wear a black loose, yet not so loose, top. While talking animatedly to my other friend, I accidentally placed my fingers on her boobs.... Boobs, people, not just "a (as in ONE) boob"...

-__-"

She was wearing BLACK that day, for goodness sake!!!! How was I to know where exactly to place my fingers??? I couldn't, at that time, have a clear view of the landscape!!! If I had known where the mountains were, I would not have touch her there!!!

And then there was another episode where I (again!!!) accidentally elbowed her on her right pack.

I didn't do that on purpose, I swear!!!

I wasn't even looking!!! She was also wearing black that night!!!

Then there was the day before, when she came in a flare green skirt with lace at the edge and (another) black and loose (yet not so loose) top. I pretended to peep into her cleavage from the top of her head while she was sitting down. Haha!!!

I did not see a thing, though... Damn...!! Not even her cleaves....

She is finally looking more like her acquired profession, with that skirt thing.

I think it will take me sometime to get use to an MC who will be wearing lengthy skirts and dresses for most of her day. The only outfits that I have seen her in so far, are either pants (short, quartered, and long), or her lovely pink bikini (just enough to cover and hold).

But what the heck, I will still love that MC who laughs like what she just heard is the funniest thing in the world, be she in her hot, sexy spaghetti or in a classic sphinster "cover-me-all-long-dull-and-grey" dress.

Fish!!! This blog is written for you!!! We are all fine here, lady!!! Doing well, and living good. But we are all in our blues period now. MC is fighting with the blues that came with not getting her posting, and I am fighting with my blues that came with my job.

We all miss you!!! Just so you know, if you ever suffer from any episode of sneezing frenzy, that would be us talking about you in Meow Meow Land!!! Hahahaha!!!

Take care, lady, and have a good month!!!

Ir

Ir's having a bad day today.

Ir's looking at her razor today.

Ir woke up in the morning, and saw that her world was grey.

Ir did not want to leave her bed. There were so many things to do, yet none of them meant anything to her.

But they meant getting on with her life.

Ir took a long time to get out of bed, and dragged her feet into the bathroom.

Ir looked into the mirror, and saw a face staring back. It was pale, dull and puffy. The eyes that started back at her were almost as lifeless as a corpse.

Ir put her brush down, and walked back to her bed.

Ir curled herself up into a ball, and pulled the sheet over her head.

Ir was coming down with it again.

And the long battle began.

Oh.... *wince*

Oh man, I've been sick...

It was Saturday. I just came back from Miri the day before, and worked that morning. Al took me out for lunch after work and we had chicken rice at one of those coffee shops on STC road.

I stopped by the swimming pool later on my way home, at which I found Tracy there doing her pool session with Edward. It was a hot day, and the sun was glaring. I could feel the heat radiating off the ground as I walked across the park.

I took a shower immediately after I reached home and regretted that. The heat from the sun was still in my body, and I should have waited for it to cool down. A sudden drop in the body temperature disrupts our immune system, and that was how I came to be sick with a fever.

I had diarrhoea too, which had me frequenting the toilet for more than ten times in a day.

Nothing went into my system without coming right out of it in a matter of one or two hours. I was exhausted with dehydration. Yet I was not keen in drinking more water, for the fear of having anything in my system would make me run to the mercy of my toilet the next minute.

But being sick actually made me stayed at home, and I finally got to watch "Brokeback Mountain".

Oh, man.. I hate being sick..