Edward's Birthday: Stage III

November 9, 2006. Thursday. 12.45 a.m.

The night had finally started.

The KING of the day!!!

It started with just the singing.

The Boogie-Man boogie-ing his boogie-bum.

The three tenors...

One couldn't get any happier...

This pic was dedicated to our beloved friend and sister in the faraway land of the United States.

Angel wanted this for you, Fish. :)

There are some things that we will always share.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ED!!!

Edward's Birthday: Stage II

November 8, 2006. Thursday. 10.54 p.m.

The birthday crowd shifted site. This was Xanadu, a place newly renovated, and one of the most popular karaoke lounges in Kuching.

We ordered Heineken beers. That night we were able to down two crates of those, unknowingly. Time passed and beers drunk.

Edward presented the crowd, as Ing (the one holding the microphone) started the night with a Malay love song.
(A MALAY love song!!!! Imagine that!!! Malay songs were all that he sung that night...)

As we all stand to cheer for Edward on his 41st year as a living and kicking human being!!!

And wished him all the best with the loudest "Yam-Seng" every lungs could project.

Edward and Alex, best buddies.

Stage II:
Soberity still in check at that moment.

Edward's Birthday: Stage I

November 8, 2006. Thursday. 10.05 p.m.

It was Edward's birthday on the next day, and he was kind enough to invite me over to his place for the candle-blowing, cake-cutting ritual. I asked mum to make a few pieces of the chinese "huat-kueh" for this occasion, and those pink "huat-kuehs" were now sitting in a bowl just beside the cake.

Only a few of his close friends were invited. That little girl sitting in front is Edward's little girl, and she is absolutely adorable.

We were pretty good and sober at that moment.

This is Angel and me, each with a piece of the chocolate birthday cake.

The New Gal....

Behold!!! The Black Beauty!!!

November 7, 2006. Tuesday.

Interview in the morning. Drove the whole way up to Kota Samarahan. Second in line, out of 90++ candidates. Asked about certain quotes by certain deputy ministers. Er..... Dunno...

Bad day. But at least one good thing happened that day. Put a smile on the face, and brightened the heart. The sms of the day. What do you know, things weren't all that bad.... ;)

Cheers, and good luck on your way...

OH. OH.....

Fish... This is especially for you...

If you are reading this, go into your friendster account and have a look. Our little sister has sent us a mail.

I was so happy when I read that. Never had I been so happy in so many years.

You take care, my dear. We all love you.

Oh, Bother...

My line recovered, miraculously!!!!

Wow!!! What just happened?

It was a bad week, starting from the day of my birthday until today. Almost one week.

My internet connection back home just popped itself, and I just could not get it fixed, no matter how much I tried. I took the drive for servicing, yet it worked perfectly well in the workshop.

The computer in my work place got infected with spywares, and nowadays it kept popping windows asking me to download free virus scans from a dozens of anti-spyware, anti-virus etc etc. web sites, which would ONLY scan your computer for free. If you want a clean-up, please buy our products.

Then there was this stupid incident where I found myself lost again. I was not lost geographically, but somehow I felt as though I had lost something in my life. Something that I valued so very much, yet there was no way that I could really possess it. It took me a while to find myself back. Not too long, just may be a day or two. It was just me wandering around town looking for a solution.

My work kept me focused, and that took a lot of the grieve away, albiet momentarily.

Let's just hope that whatever difficulties will just die away, and end here.

I just want to do the proper thing. Let's just hope that I am.

Off Line

Argh.... !!!

There was a power surge in one of my USB port the other day, and I had to reset my Wireless Connection. But the sad thing was, I did not have the required file to reset it. Sigh....

I guess I would be off the net for a few nights now...

Questions of the Past

Do you know that no matter how much you try to ignore it, your past will never go away?

Do you know that no matter how much you try to disappear, your past will always find you wherever you are?

Do you know that no matter how much you try to forget, your past will still haunt you in your dreams?

Do you know that no matter how much you try to pretend that you are okay, the demons of your past will never let you rest?

Damn!!! How I hate it when my past comes back to me!!!

My Back Hurts

My back hurts.

I have no idea what I did the day before that actually hurt it, but damn did it hurt this morning.

It's not like it hurts like hell. I'm just being melodramatic here. :P

Anyway, my back hurts, and my eyes start to close when I am sitting down and not doing anything.

I'm just whining...

Wreck Dives: 14-15 October 2006

This is supposed to be documented before the posts of Telok Melano, but since I was not in the right mind of doing any of these reporting, I procrastinated until today.

Not much details. Just a short summary of our overnight experience onboard the little fishing boat that belongs to a friend of our beloved Kim.

Here goes:

Departure : 12.00 hour, 14 October 2006 (Saturday)

Arrival : 17.25 hour, 14 October 2006 (Saturday)

Dive/Fishing sites :

(1) Thai Wreck

(2) Japanese Wreck

(3) Chinese Wreck

This is us...

The Divemaster

Fishing...

Baby sotong...


Right, this has a story behind it. Penny, one of the lady divers, had caught this fish. But while she was towing it in, a bigger fish came along and took a bite... Hahhpp!!!
Now it was just half of her catch remaining...
Poor Penny...

Mister Potato!!!!

Telok Melano: Polis!!! Polis!!!

Telok Melano is a small village. But they do have the security and protection of the enforcement team of the country. Here is a picture of the nation's brave and beloved police-fisherman (whatever that means...).

"Polis" is the Malay word of police, and "Tenang" means relaxed. I wonder why one would call a armed forces' vehicle that. Aren't they suppose to be always on the alert for problems and troubles??

This boat has its motors taken off. Are not the police always be ready for emergencies???

Telok Melano: Candid Post

Welcome To Telok Melano!!!!

Where it took a couple of hours to reach by Adi's boat...
And the people shrivelled from the monotony of the ride...

With some knocked out cold on the deck...

And the children went cuckoo with the"staking-crab-dance"

And the devil falling asleep...

While her devotee prayed for her wakefulness....
( "Ai ya, mai car lar..." )
[i.e. " Don't bother me..."]

As the little pet watcher had a little break-time fun from the back...

Just another filler post....

Telok Melano: Dedication Post

This post is dedicated to those people who have been through all the trouble to make this trip a reality. We would like to extend our gratitute to them and may they all live with laughters in their life on a daily basis. :)

Kim, Adi the boatman and Edward "Dog-Chain" Yong

On their way to visit the other families in the village...

While Kim had a good bite of the mango she found on her way...

And Eddie falling 'pe-lang-ting' from the boat on his way out to sea...

Just filling the gaps with photos...

Telok Melano: What Do They Have???

Telok Melano, village at the border of Malaysia/Indonesia, 56 families, population nearly 300, receives and watches the TV channels of Indonesia.

What do they have here?

This is the house of the head of the village. He is the one responsible for all things big and small relating to the village affairs. This house has a university graduate from the Malaysia Northern University.

Trails, one of dirt and one of cement lead to all corners of the village.

A wooden bridge at the west end.

A tree-shaded tea break table.

The only school in the village. I wonder if it meant both primary and secondary school?

A public phone booth at the door of the village leader's house.

One that does not work...

More phone booths, and a satelite dish... I wonder what this is for???

Telok Melano: At The Host's Place

Adi lives in a little house partially made of wood and bricks at the east end of the village. The house with a white roof may look small from the exterior, but it is rather spacious on the interior. If they needed more space, all that they had to do was to add more bricks or wood to the land, and wa lah!!! You got yourself a new room for whatever purposes it was created for.

This is the host's house.

These were the guests!!!!

And the feast began!!!

The hungry bunch.... :)

Adi's house cooks the best curry on the island!!!! Long live the island's curry house!!!

Telok Melano: The Island

We, the divers and good friends of Adi the boatman, were cordially invited to his exotic and peaceful village of Telok Melano, Lundu, Malaysia, in celebration of the second day of Hari Raya. We were thankful for his generosity and kindness, and would like to share with the readers of the world, the beauty of the land bordering that of Indonesia.

Telok Melano, as we first approached it after nearly two hours of boat ride from the Sematan jetty.

The tide was low as we neared the shore. The rocks jutting out in the middle of the water were very dangerous to passing ships and boats when the tide was high.

The front view of Telok Melano. This was the direction that we would land ashore.


There was a long jetty extending out towards the sea. But then we badly needed a smaller boat to board us all to land without wetting ourselves.

Arriving ashore, with Adi the boatman leading the way back to his home. He might look a little lonely, but there were 30 of us trailing behind him!!!

If you crossed over the mountains, you would find yourself in the land of Indonesia.

We Are In The Papers!!!

Sin Chew Daily, the national chinese newspapers of Malaysia, was kind enough to provide us with two pages of special report (complete with colours) about the wonders of DIVING!!!

Here's us:

The page on the right was published on 5 October 2006, Thursday, showing the underwater world pictures of Kuching waters and Miri waters. The two divers at the bottom of the page were Kim (yellow tank) and Angel (white tank).

The page on the left was published on 8 October 2006, Sunday, page 21. The group photos shown in the middle was the one that we took while on our trip to Tanjong Dato' in August. The following is a close-up of the aforementioned group photo.

p/s: Fish, if you are reading this, try guessing who's who behind the two newspapers pages in the first photo. Don't you just miss them two gals....

It's Getting Dark

Something is growing inside of me. A darkness that is trying to envelope me, and pull me down with all its might.

It does not march in with drums and trumpets, but sneaks up at you when you are most unaware.

It comes, and slowly, you cease to function normally.

It starts with your five senses, with which you communicate with this world. Then it starts to seep into your brain, the part that makes sense of the world around you. Finally, it seeps into your heart, the core of your spirit.

You start to see things the way it wants you to see. You start to hear things the way it wants you to hear. You start to think the things that it wants you to think. And you start to understand things the way it wants you to understand.

It isolates you, and makes you think that this world is your enemy.

You start to withdraw, and stop keeping in touch with this world.

It creeps into your heart, and clamps it with its cold hands, making you believe falsely that this world is a cold one.

May be it is. Cold as ice. Hard as a rock.

But I am also a part of this world too. Remember?

May be.

But I'm cold now. And this darkness is still pulling on me. It's still trying to pull me down.

I cannot lose.

Sicker

It is getting worse. Whatever that I was feeling before, it was getting worse.

I am getting more and more disheartened by the moment. All that I could feel now is the greyness that shrouds me like a blanket.

And it is suffocating me.

Work is busy, but that was usual. We are making progress slowly. But there are times when I do wonder, if I really am fulfilled by all this.

My work is my living, but it is not my life.

There are times when I feel that I am like a joke to another, or to others. I don't mind being a clown in a crowd, it makes people laugh and happy. But I hate it dearly when people talked about me behind my back, as though I am a joke. It hurts especially so when those people who talked about me like that are the people dear to me. It do not really hurt when normal people talk about me from behind. I do not really care about them and what they think. I could not give a f***ing damn.

My head is clouded, and I could not think properly. There is something so maddening about it. I just cannot make sense of some things now. Damn, my head hurts.

I cannot think. I cannot make sense of things. My eyes sting. And I cannot feel properly.

I don't want no drugs.

Leave me alone.

Sick

I'm drowning.

The darkness in me is growing, and it is dragging me under.

I cannot think. I do not know what to think or feel. There are times when things happen and I do not know how to react.

I am sorry. I am just being myself.

I am losing myself.

This thing is taking me down again.

Disoriented

I woke up this morning, not knowing what day or time was it.

Everything was a blur in my head.

I had the weirdest dreams. People from different walks of my life were in there, doing things that I did not think that they would normally do. I guessed that they were not bad dreams, at least the lightings were good in them. That said something.

We were in this little japanese room, the size roughly around six tatamis, and sitting in a circle. There was a picture perched on a drawing rack at the right corner of the room, and a sliding door that opened up to the garden (I thought it was a garden) was just beside the drawing, in the middle of the area. People from my present and past life were sitting in a circle in that room. It was like we were having a cell meeting, with education and good will in mind. It was like a family in spirit, something that I once felt when I was still in church.

But I am not in church anymore, and I resent that.

I am alone now, and I don't care. I would rather be on my own, than having to go back and face those people who kill in the name of God. Those who said that they loved and cared for me, yet abandoned me in times of crisis.

That was how I learned to grow strong. I was left alone when I was dying.

What does not kill you, will only make you stronger.

I guess my church nowadays is the open water. That was the drawings on that picture perched at the side of that room in my dream. :)

After thoughts: This is the closest that I would get to talking about my past. Don't touch me there if you are still with me.

Divemaster

What does it take to become a divemaster?

Well, first of all, you must have the awareness that you are there to work. It will not be leisure diving for you anymore, and it will be your responsibility to watch over the whole board and take care of your divers. Responsibilities are your priorities now.

When one bears the title of a master, one bears the responsibilities of those under one's care.

Therefore, one should always be on the alert to watch out for potential problems that might arise from different situations, be it the water, the equipments, or the divers themselves.

A divemaster is, well, a master in diving. And being a master it means that one will have to have the knowledge and skills to teach to others and handle all sorts of situation, like aforementioned, be it the water, the equiments, or the divers themselves. One will be required to review each new qualified diver for their diving skills, and lead them around the local dive sites. So, one must not just be a master of skills, but also a master of the location too. If any one of your divers is having problems with their equipment, you are the one required to fix it. Master Obi-wan is the cure to all problems.

A divemaster is also the most needed assistant of a diving instructor. A diving student will usually approach his divemaster and not their instructor for assistance. The instructor will also approach a divemaster for his assistance in guiding their students, especially underwater.

Body fitness is a necessity. One would be required to do a lot of physical work, starting from carrying and stacking the air tanks, to equipping and accompanying the divers, and the washings and cleaning of all diving equipments after a trip. Tedious is the work of a divemaster.

Well, on the advantages of being a divemaster... one gets to meet all sorts of people (one might say that is no advantage at all. The multitute and spectrum of human characters, it's so difficult to handle!!!), and makes lots of friends. And when one travel to another place to dive, one gets a big discount from the local agent, for you will need less care by them. Let you "chap sang" on your own lar....

So, if you still want to become a divemaster, then pay RM1,800.00 for the course lar.... you will get to go on all diving trips during the period of your course for FREE!!!!

What Should I Do??

What am I feeling now?

aise my eye brows*

.......

*Kept on driving and avoided a motorcyclist that just crossed my path. Oi!!!*

You know how it feels like to have this one guy, who likes you and intends to marry you, but never tells you or confirms it.

*Raise my eye brows again, higher now*

And you don't know whether to go for another one, or wait stupidly (the actual words were "gong gong") for this one.

*Nodding slowly, turning right at the junction*

And when someone else comes along and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?", and all that you could answer is, "Er.................."

What do you do? Should I take up that man, or should I wait?

That's how I'm feeling now!!!

And that stupid fella who's staling me is the KPM!!!!

*I stopped my car, turned around and smiled at her. *

She smiled back, said good bye, and let herself out of my car.

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..