View to enjoy .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } View to enjoy, originally uploaded by acardia. Ubber nice room to boot Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1. lights change. The fuse in my bedroom lights blew. So armed with a new bulb i was preparing to scale the Chair that i was going to put on my dresser to reach it. Knowing there would be someone around. I thought it would be a good time to do so. No, I dont own a ladder. And besides, knowing someone is around I thought that it would be safer since that someone can hold the chair down whilst i climb up. I was going to do it because I thought the dresser + chair would be able to take my weight better. However… ” Do you have to do it now !?! ” he exclaimed. ” I need the lights in the morning. When I wake it would still be dark out ” I answered shocked at how he exclaimed. ” use the bathroom lights ” was the reply i got. I was pissed. I did not ask him to help me climb. I just thought he would help me hold the chair incase i fall (which the chances are rather high) and break something that I haven’t broke. I was pissed. So i nonchalantly answered (whilst controlling my emotions) ” nevermind. I can also use the lamp by the bed” after his failed attempted to rescue the situation. This morning. I had to dress in the dark (with the very limited help from my lamp) and left for work without my battle paint. I am still pissed. To me. It was more inconveniencing him, since he was there. He would have had to offer his help. Which I knew I would have to ask him to hold to chair down but that’s just because I KNOW i would fall. I am still pissed. Screw it. i am so buying a ladder. Men. Pfft ~ I’d be your witness To the beautiful Liz… when she wrote .. ” what the fuck is love? ” The first thing that popped into my head was this that took my breathe away when I heard it first. We need a witness to our lives. There’s a billion people on the planet… I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things… all of it, all of the time, every day. You’re saying ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness’.” So maybe I should stop lamenting about how miserable things have been .. and just ” buy a ticket ” I am getting too old for this. I am totally drained and walking around zombified today. Last night’s partying got abit too late and I had to wake up at 7am today. I was slightly reluctant to attend the party initially as I got a little sensitive about things then just shrug it and went ahead anyways. It was at Lunar. Yet another place I’ve never been. I am beginning to feel very suah ku. I msg’d Ms Bunny when i got there. “Quote D.C” she replied ” Con someone to come get me. I dont want to do the quote thing” I waited around the entrance for someone to get me as I am pretty sure I’d be absolutely lost. Good thing too. The maze I went through following my guide was one that second’ my thoughts about getting lost. Culture shock. Canto band was blasting away. Thou I must say. It wasn’t all that bad. When they stopped singing and the DJ took over. I was merrily dancing and drinking away when i spotted a familiar face. “why are you at lunar?” I sms’d him ” Who are you ? ” was his reply I stood flabbergasted and replied. ” I am your ONLY younger sister ” I could see him turn round and round wondering which corner was i at before he saw me standing infront of the booth table i was at. The only blood sibling he has and he doesn’t remember my phone number. So much for our family ties. I had quite alot of fun watching ppl around me getting drunk. Dancing and drinking more. ” He’s quite cute. Too bad I am long ” Bunny said. ” there’s alot of cargo tonight. Too bad I am long ” Bunny’s darling said. I can’t stand the two. “ I am short !!!! stop doing that infront of me ” i screamed As they displayed their affections towards each other in my face. All i had was a 24 year old young boy grinning silly at me and making me feel a little bit better abt myself when he seemingly am dead sure i am 27. at 1am we adjorn to Lido Palace. Dont ask me why. I had a earful from this chick that was singing ” dont cry for me argentina” I cringe at every word she sang wrong. It was very very torturous. whoever taught her the words had better check in again and go thru it with her. I think she’s memorizing it wrongly. Surprisingly i was comfortably at home by 3am. Good thing I didn’t drive. Road block galore. —- Now beat and in a daze I have to go shower and make myself look presentable. A wedding to attend. I msg’d my cousin making arrangements to head down together. One of our friends’ getting married and…. the location is just all weird out, so the company to head down 2gether is much needed. ” wear covered back and low cut neck line” was her reply when i asked her what to wear She is still well aware of my bruised up back. I just threw my dress on to assess the bruise situation. Bad. So i hope that place is not goin to be humid. I so need to wear a cardigan just to mask the bruises. Crap. I am already very tired when a friend just messaged me. ” there’s a dress up party later . Bring your wings” he said. “ huh ? simi wings ? ” ” Be mystical. Fairy wings ” he replied. Boh liao. After the wedding dinner if i am still alive I still have to get change to go to the club ? Hmmm… ” see how. damn shack “” was my lack of enthusiasm reply to him. ” You better come or i make you look like how an angel looks like falling from the heaven face first ” What kind of friend is that ???????????? Apparently its this party. Question is. Where is majestic hotel arh ? My fantasy costume can be my wedding guest get up boh ? haha* I am so not goin to function tomorrow. We Won. Pedra Branca … Singapore wins ruling. From most of the folks I know… Simi si Pedra Branca. Honestly, I wont have known that of the Lighthouse’s ownership battle if not because of a map I was studying whilst at work and idling. 3rd Day I remember vividly that .. ” It will go away in 3 days .. ” The bruises. So they claim. This is the 3rd day. It still looks bad. I’ve been wearing t-shirts the past few days. Even then you can see the bruises on my neck. The scotching weather is not forgiving. I’d do anything to wear a singlet and prance around not scaring ppl around me. —- 3rd day in a row of partying. Tonight’s plan is some club i’ve never been to… Last night was my virgin trip to The Pump Room. The music was great. The company better. As much as we were forgotten and left stranded my trusty cousin Jez dragged me to the place. The moment i walked in. I knew why she likes it there. Well. we had a fantabulous free show. Some chick was hitting on 3 guys a the same time. Loads of tongue action (yes, to all 3 guys) and dry humping plentiful. With her most willingly sticking her ass out for them to rub on. And best of all. We didn’t pay a single cent. All that was spent was my petrol. She manage to have some guy pay our drinks. We had Ah ho pay our supper for forgetting we were waiting for him outside a club. Even on wednesday. I basically spent on my cab fare. I got home pissed drunk. N realise i only spent on cab fare to the club. I got the boys to send me home. I can so get use to this. My next pay day would be end of July. I best conserve my very very very lack of cash till then. all the bad moves I wake up with a splitting headache… flooded by waves of emotions. Decided that I need music. And that ONE song that I didn’t need blasts away… on repeat. Every word stabs hard at me. —– Last night was one of the rare moments in my life that.. I lost my handbag. for abit. I was merrily dancing away watching my handbag… Next i know. It walked away. I was looking around and sighted it sitting pretty at the table next to the one i left it at. That was fine. Next min. It walked away again. I asked my friend. ” anyone saw my bag ? ” “Dont worry somebody has it. ” was the reply i got. So yah no worries. Before i know it. The idiot that answered me was not saying he had it. He said somebody must have taken it. To lost and found i calmly walked to. My timing was immaculate. The security was just done recording items found in my handbag. I promptly leaped towards him and claimed my bag. That reminds me. I haven’t checked if i lost anything in my purse. — I hurt my back. I was going to go to a chiropractor. A friend suggested I go to this sinseh that he claims is very good. Here’s the end result. That was yesterday. It looks MUCH worse today. My next appointment for a follow up is next week. and… I am so not going even thou I am still hurting. I’d have to wait for the bruises to go off and see a proper chiropractor instead. ——— You know, you are the lucky one. He was willing to give it all up to be with you. I AM SO BORED i feel like dying. The answer… I got flooded and blinked again trying to make out what just transcended Love is not just about loving each other. Its about loving everything about them and everyone that means anything to them. Nobody knows the exact answer to it nor is there any mathematical equation to clearly depict exactly what is love. ” Isn’t it just between two knowing? ” Well that for a fact is wrong. Each one of us is not a solitude entity. We are part of a big picture part of a family, a sister to someone, a friend to someone, a daughter to a parent, a confidante a friend a part of somebody’ else’s life. You cannot be a part of somebody’s life and yet ask of that person to be part of only you and stops there. If you love someone, you make it a point to love their family their friends and everyone around them. You become one with them. You cannot ask of that someone to keep their love for you locked up in a box and hidden in the shadows. Its just not right. —- at every end of the row of the stitches i furiously go throu… I always stop and wonder… am i wasting my time. I.am.in.PAIN. lots of pain. I cannot raise my hand without crying-murder. I cannot walk down the stairs without feeling my legs let go. I can’t even shift the gears of my car without feeling like my left hand is going to detach itself from my body and run off. The one thing i like about the whole experience is.. my tan. Ok its not a great tan but its a tan no less. At least i no longer have to stare at my ubber fair legs. At least now, its got a faint tan. My face and arms are burnt. great. Ok. It started because I had absolutely nothing to do and got ah Ho out to have coffee on wednesday and decided what the heck. Since he had a booking for 11am and the guy needed a partner to split the cost of the session. Finding my way to the yacht club was a task itself. It was in the middle of no where and my GPS wasn’t working. Good thing was the navigational map served me well and i found my way there. When i reached the dreaded call came. the guy I was supposed to have gone boarding with flaked. Too much Mambo-ing apparently. I went alone. With ah Ho and Yen. After watching Yen go. I turned and told ah Ho. I AM JUST GOING TO PAY AND GET MY TAN. I AM NOT DOING THAT !!! watching Yen going from wake to wake jumping doing his stunts. I have serious doubts about me doing it. Then it was my turn. After 3 failed attempts. I was screaming. i feel stupid ! i refuse to do this anymore!!! that fell into death ears. On my 4th and as i loudly proclaimed last attempt. I GOT UP !!! I managed to stay up for a good distance before my arms gave in and i let go of the line. By the end of the session i was able to get up and move around the wakes. No. I didn’t try jumping. I am not dumb. I ish proud of myself. 2 days after my virgin wake boarding session. I am still aching. I relented and took the muscle relexants i got prescribed. I know the effects of the meds hits me hard. I basically take them and can’t function for days. I took them yesterday. I still can’t function. Nor drive. I hate Anarex. oh well. 30 days more of absolutely nothing. I love garden leaves. problem is. what the hell am i goin to do for next 30 days ? I have a love hate relationship with garden leaves. Egad! .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Egad!, originally uploaded by acardia. I have gone mad Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1. Once again. I am miserable. what the hell is wrong with me ? Knit Project II Having worked on various stitch methods, i was very close to giving up today. I have (including today) unstitch my current project 3 times. Mind you, finishing a whole ball of yarn and then realizing you’ve been doing the stitches wrongly is not funny. ” Spent the whole afternoon knitting, and after one whole ball of yarn i realized my stitches are ALL wrong. I felt its divine intervention, that I’m destined to never finish the sweater” was my cry for help. I bite on. Scouring the internet for explanations to what-the-hell i was doing wrong. Till i stumbled across this website call ” Knitting help.com ” There was this live chat site and i decided to try my luck. There was only one person online. And good thing, it wasn’t a bot. She was great help. (I am sorry I can’t remember her moniker) I showed her what I was working on. Thou I wasn’t able to show her my knit pattern, She suggested i use the stockinette stitch. She even showed me some pictures of how the stitch would look like. I was skeptical as I was supposed to have been doing knit stitch and purling once each row. I decided to test it on the other yarn i have sitting around. It was left over from the shawl I crochet’d previously. The stockinette stitch worked and is exactly what i was looking for. I relented and unstitched the sweater for the 3rd time. Now half way thru.. the same first ball of yarn. Whilst working the stitches i was contemplating adding additional purl stitches and did it on my test yarn. It turn out ok on my test yarn, and looked the effect I was looking for. BUT. I decided not to tempt fate anymore. Incase that divine intervention thing happens again. So here we go again. Hopefully 3rd time’s the charm. Funny how.. 2 I was having one of them rare mother-daughter moments with my mom yesterday. Over dinner she was commenting about how food is being wasted and all. I was looking at my dinner and said well, i did ask for half portion. That wasn’t what she was talking about. She (my mom) lives in an area where social workers throng week after week passing around food aids. She just likes the company staying there and if you know me, I am not the biggest fan of hers. Anyways, she was lamenting at how thou wonderful that all the money is well spent and helping the old folks that stay near her, its over done. Apparently according to what she’s seen, they give out the food every week. And some of these folks she’s visited just keep it at a side. Its too much too frequent. She was saying, they need to realize that take for example the rice they give out. They don’t cook that often. And even if they do, its just mainly the noodles not the rice. Just as she was coming out she saw them old folks taking our the rice and splattering it all over the corridor to feed the pigeons. I wonder maybe the volunteers should ask instead of just packing them up and giving them blindly. Food wastage is worse no ? BooWoo… Curious at where the advert on my blog would lead me to.. i clicked. then i get this. I added in My system info to show I am using windows XP just that its the Pro version. Pffts~ hmmm I have 2 weddings to attend One is on board a yacht TT: take sea sick pills 30mins b4 Me: i took before i went to cruise the last time… cruise liner i also sick TT: dont worry lah TT: u be drunk before you realized it Me: then … Me: ” MAN OVER BOARD !!!” Me: haha TT: then you shouldnt board, stay at HFC we have it live telecast Nahbey. What kind of friends do i have ? My cousin and I were discussing where we’ll be seated for one of the weddings. ” Confirm seated with C and E ” Huh ? one your nemesis .. the other the ex-gf. Win liaoz. —- I got reminded of my fuzzy warm feeling today. *ouch* Its been almost a year. A treat … It being the holiday eve… I allowed myself to immerse in company and went boozing .. Since it was early, I got myself into the happy hour drinking and see how things go before I had to go home and park… I was enjoying the drinks the company and the live band and decided… I will go home and park before adjourning. ” Its the holiday eve.For once… I wanna go drink get drunk and be promiscuous” Was my annoucement i made to my customer i was drinking with. He was very quick to suggest another place and all i did was raise my eyebrow and pretend to giggle out of the situation. After getting my semi drunk ass home I rounded the troops and we were off at 1am from my apartment. ” give her 2 hours. Don’t need to go anywhere that closes late. She’ll be gone in 2 hours ” So everywhere was open for our drinking session. They were right. 2 bottles of Moet.. and 3 jugs of dunnoe-what.. and.. many many beers later. I don’t remember who i spoke to or did. All i remembered was.. we stopped a couple of times during the drive to let Koho puke his guts out. We stopped by a 7-11 to grab more beer whilst Koho carried on puking at some near by bushes. We stopped for abit in car park to let koho puke again … Note: i haven’t puked yet. We went up to my apartment. The boys carried on. I went to shower. And hugged my toilet bowl. I can’t remember how long i did it.. but i was puking alot. Note to self: Don’t drink on a absolutely empty stomach. The next day. I was scrolling through my phone and … I took pictures with the troops. I appeared sober. According to my housemate. I pretty much went into my room and never came out. I was amazed at one thing for sure. I showered. I took my lenses out. I removed my makeup and i was in my pyjamas instead of last night’s clothes. *Proud* My house mate didn’t think i was drunk. *Lagi Proud* No more drunkard sessions for the next few months. I’d stick to my one happy drink and home.. I’m too far behind on my knitting. need to catch up. Well.. I had fun. I drank. i got semi-drunk. AND i concussed. Nope. I wasn’t even close to even being promiscuous. Left Brain / Right Brain A short explanation can be found here. @ Herald Sun I first took a glimpse of her from my colleague’s screen. I saw her spinning anti-clockwise. Then i read another report saying you can make her turn. I manage to start seeing her turning clockwise. I walked away from my desk and came back and there she was with all her grace.. spinning Anti-Clockwise again. Its not a very accurate test but the first glimpse should tell all. So tell me.. U leftie or rightie? I ish Leftie… — I think I can see her spinning both ways coz… I have this constant battle between… Logic and emotions. Didn’t see it coming They are back where they don’t belong But back no less —- I was seeking to have someone finally listen to me Not judge me Not giving me advice I don’t already know Someone to just lend a shoulder and listen What hit me was something that came out of nowhere I know I should have shut up like I always do To just keep shaking it off To just continue as always with my “No there’ nothing” Forcing smile and to shrug it off I should have tried harder to keep it kept in me. I’ve just really really am at the bottom. I thought, I really thought that for once finally when I finally found the words, someone would just listen and not judge or turn it around seeking reason looking beyond what it should have and found other then my need to finally have someone listen. Everyone just hears me and tell me what I should do. Nobody just listens anymore. I already have no one that hears the noise I make. I have skeptics that will roll their eyes. I have cynics that will try to pull me out of my own misery Just no one left to just be there to listen I just really really wanted a listening ear Not just anyone but one that counts. The problem with the anyone part is, nobody understands. They are so high up there they lose sight to where I m coming from. I know it is wrong. I know the A thru Z of reasons to do the right thing. Haven’t you been so blinded and so deep in something tt even when it is so wrong it just feels too right to be wrong? I’m no longer in denial. I know damn well what I’m doing. I know it like I know my A thru Zs what I’m getting myself into and am very sure where to dig my pretty little grave for my broken heart when the time comes. I know all that. All I wanted was a listening ear one with no questions no advices no nothing. No “lets-pretend-i”m-your-shrink-of-the-day”. I just miss bowling so much that nobody ever knows why nor want to find out why. So seriosly, what’s wrong with me self deluding myself? I’ve never known love so deep and one that hurts so much. So what? Now I know. Now I’m digging my pretty little grave. I’d even let you engrave the stone. I just don’t get it. How can something that feels so right be so wrong n yet when you walk away from it. You are completely lost. I just don’t get it. Why can’t it not be anything but just me needing a shoulder? I think I’m losing it. —- That’s when I love You. A day of first… After errands running A day of unexpected impromptu activities were lined up. Debating over lunch was a simple affair. For once. After lunch we planned for the current fab in singapore. Fish Spa. We scoured the net for locations and decided we’d go for the safer bet instead of risking going to some dodgy joint. we picked Kenko Fish Spa. A shoulder massage which was fantastic. It ached initially but the masseur was so good. Next up. Putting our feet to be fish food !!! It tickled like hell for a few minutes and it was quite great after that. watching them tear at your skin and … savoring it. heh* “Later you’d see all this fishes die. From feeding on your foot rot” I said cringing reminded of his foot rot. Oh. And and and…. erm. can’t gossip abt that on my blog. Dang~ Well, after a fantabulous spa session we decided we wanna be tourist. Off to sentosa First up. LUGE RIDE Incase you’re wondering what i am holding… I was trying to cover his watch. It was so fun. Rushing down the slope and trying not to flash the whole world my undies. I was wearing a skirt and that was a bad idea. Getting up the Sky ride provided a killer view. For a split second I forgot my fear of heights. As I was swinging my feet I asked.. ” If i drop my shoe.. how ah ? ” I flashed my most innocent cutsey wannabe look. ” Stop it. ” A stern look flash back at me. I kept swinging. “ You’d gain no sympathy ah. ” he repeated. Swing Swing Swing. la la la. Shoe didn’t drop. Senses set in. Fear. Height. No good. take picture . take mind off. The ride stopped. A flash came. Oh. Photo taken. When we eventually got off the sky ride .. i took a peek at the photograph taken on the way up. we decided against buying it. I can see my Underwear !!! My cute laced white boxer undies were shown to the world. Seriously. It was that high. We were above the trees. A day well spent…. away from work. Thou unfortunately, I am left to my own defences figuring out what to do for dinner. Well at least, I have supper lined up for later. I wonder whose for dessert. Yums. Yums .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Yums, originally uploaded by acardia. I’m the main course Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1. Never… Before we could even start… I was discussing my next project with the girls… and one of them girls commented that it took her months to finish it… Of course she wasn’t as enthusiastic about it so took her own sweet time… I had a design picked out and the yarn picked out last night… Whilst discussing the new project and the length of time plus monstrous effort required (because i simply suck at knitting), one of them girls briefly mentioned.. ” This thing is going to take so long… skarli haven’t finish already broken up ” I was up to 5am last night working on the project. Just now I started un-stitching everything… Why bother trying so hard when its evident that things aren’t going work out anyways? Because I wanted to. —- I didn’t come here to tell you that I can’t live without you. I can live without you. I just don’t want to. —- I should so know what’s coming when repeatedly told me the same thing for the past few weeks. I’m just still stubbornly in denial. Sometimes its good to listen I am the biggest fan of my Father. Thou thru my growing years, I have heard one too many groans and moans of his discontent to the way I am leading my life. In my teens, I allow my father to control and path the way he thinks is the right way to do things. I always never fail to verbalize my dismay but always without fail bow my head and went on ahead with his plans. I was what he call the most rebellious kid he’s ever seen. Even then. My aunts never fail to remind me I am my dad’s precious little girl and they would bitch about how i always get away with murder when it comes to my dad. They have no idea. I do get my way at times. That’s only when i have present results … academic results. I am not the brightest but i am dead afraid to disappoint my father. He’s one man that never shows his approval or content at my accomplishments. Even being first in class, he would ask me if i compared my results with students in other schools, would I still be first. That’s the sort of man he is, my father. Making sure that I always have my foot firmly on the ground. I tell my dad everything. Well almost. I have not told my dad about my failed marriage. Its been almost 2 years. And he’s yet found out from me that I’m no longer married. Of all the family gatherings that I’ve gone to, I’ve always manage to come up with an excuse for the missing spouse. He’s not bought the story but he’s not probing either. I remember many a times when I go to him crying my eyes out about yet another one of them failed relationships. I always ask him… ” what did I do wrong?” Many a times, the only answer i get is… ” that is one question you’ve gotta ask yourself. ” My dad never fail to remind me that whatever happens, is my own doing. I have nobody to blame but myself. I chose the men i was with. Part of the reason why I’ve yet told him about my current relationship status. I can so hear him saying… ” You chose your own husband. Nobody force you into it.” Well, he actually said that to me once when i went sobbing to him about how miserable i felt in my marriage. That aside. My father is a man with alot of words of wisdom. For every whine and every bitching I can dish up to him. He’ would never disappoint me and give me some words of wisdom. I may not agree with him all the time but I never do argue back. I remember my dad telling me once when i probed about if he had a choice. what would he had done to change things between my mom and him. He told me. ” I wouldn’t have changed a thing.” I know he carries alot of pain and hurt, all well hidden and tugged snuggly in some corner of his hard strong facade. When i was in school. I wrote this in my english essay about my family… ” At least I knew they were once in love” I knew that was what my father meant when he said he’d never change a thing. Its not always about how long it would last. Its when you knew…. that for once in your life… you were in love. I am a die hard romantic… And sometimes… it really is good to just listen to what Mr Lim has to say… I am who u talk about. You see sometimes, its not by choice but by all other merits of our own deranged self that allows you to relegate to this extend. Knowingly coming up with excuses to prolong the inevitable. As each day come to a close, it draws closer to what will come. A friend of mine asked me recently.. ” have you found anyone ? ” Them knowing looks in his eyes betrayed his actual question. I smiled and jest back. He proceed to lament on that it wasn’t my bad decision but something that nobody would have expected things to turn out. He has forgotten he was the one that looked me in the face once and said.. “ so you’re number 2. ” People waltz into each other lives for a reason. For the love .. for the hate for whatever is brewing that is not known till you either come to accept it or you walk away. The journey has not been a long one, and with occassional stumbles along the way. I pick myself up and cowardly crawl back to the familiar. I find more excuses for myself to carry on the journey but questions flood my mind without fail. I posted one across. I knew the answer would be one that would break me into a million pieces. I held fast and waited. ” maybe ” was his answer. This never ending story. Heard and explained a million times. Again I got the ending write up today. Funny… how i always think I’d be the one giving up. I always thought that I’d run out of excuses. After fighting for so hard all these while… I got the write up for the end. Happiness. Pfft.. what does that mean anymore ? I need a new hobby. Completed .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Completed, originally uploaded by acardia. Its completed. My self made shawl. Now with just a final touch by stitching on a crochet flower it would be perfect. Now that I’m done, I’m lost at what to do next. Maybe I’d start on a decorative scarf just for kicks. Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1. Shaking it off The nagging Migraine.. My muscle aches… The joints pains that won’t go away… The fever that came and go… The constant fatigue.. even standing next to the ash tray for a smoke break tires me out. All that sent me to finally go see a doctor. After a brief 5 mins interview of my symptoms. He shrug it off saying its insufficient evidence for further assessment but just to ask me to dose up on vitamin Cs and sleep it out with loads of liquids. Oh, that and he ask if i have any rashes. Which i show him my prominent rash that’s been plaguing me for a good 4- 5 months. Thou that, i assume was not the cause of my other symptoms. He prescribed me with muscle relaxants that contains paracetamol to lower the fever and rid the aches. I told the nurse I am allergic to the meds prescribed. The last I took those relaxants, I ended up in the hospital with an ECG (EKG) machine plugged snuggly on me. The doc said there’s no components in the meds that i ought to be allergic to or have any reaction from it that would cause any concerns. Oh well. If i end up in the hospital I’d know who to blame. I haven’t risk taking it yet. Probably today. Then again maybe not. We’ll see. Just waiting to shake off all the symptoms. Half way thru .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Half way thru, originally uploaded by acardia. Big project. Half way thru and proud, damn proud that I’ve not given up on it. *Smirk Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1. Argh I have this headache that just won’t go away. I have popped one too many panadol and inching close to being over-dosed on it. The throbbing throbbing pain NEED to go away !!! Tear Jerker A colleague of mine sent me this.. I watched and sobbed in my office. ” I hate you. You made me cry in office… “ I IM’d her then after… Well.. she cried too. —- A son asked his father, ‘Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?’ The father who, despite having a heart condition, says ‘Yes’. They went on to complete the marathon together. Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always saying ‘Yes’ to his son’s request of going through the race together. One day, the son asked his father, ‘Dad, let’s join the Ironman together.’ To which, his father said ‘Yes’ to. For those who didn’t know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86 kilometer) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometer) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometer) marathon along the coast of the Big Island. Father and son went on to complete the race together. View this http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513 with music.