Centipede

I don't know why I always encounter freaky things. I'm always the one that comes face to face with a cockroach or some giant ass bug or a big monitor lizard climbing the window or some weird stuff. Again this happened in the evening today. We were mixing the batter and in the process of poring the batter into the mould to be baked. It wasn't intentional, at that particular moment, I walked towards the living room and there it was. Scaling the wall. A giant centipede. I called out to my mum to come help catch it. She too was stunned by the size of the centipede. She panicked, picked up a slipper and smack it on the centipede. It wriggled from beneath the slipper towards the floor. With swift moves it ran towards hiding. Mum started screaming and told me to bring the insecticide. I brought a pair of tongs and the insecticide. I was spraying at the centipede when mum snatched the can of insecticide from me. She sprayed like almost half the can of insecticide at the running centipede. The swift centipede ran like Usain Bolt and tried to escape. It was really fast although it was injured by the slipper smack. It ran towards the crack between the floor and the wall. So there's where it came from. Mum chased after it and managed to defeat it. Killing it. Victory. It was about the length of a small ruler (a.k.a. 15 cm) and quite fat. Too bad I didn't have my phone with me. Sometimes it just feels like we're living in a rainforest. This reminds me of some post that I came across regarding a centipede that killed a snake by cutting through the snake's body while it was being swallowed. Creepy creature. Fortunately no one was injured while catching the centipede just now. Here's a photo of the centipede that killed the snake to make up for not having a photo of the giant centipede that "visited" us just now.

Gender and Race

After receiving several emails from Nuffnang, I decided to log in to have a look. I have not log in since I set up the account (that was many years ago). Assuming that I still remember the username and password, I log in. What appeared was Incorrect username and password. Tried again. Incorrect username and password. Never mind. Forget it. Then I saw the Forgot Password link, so I just clicked on that. Everyone knows what happens next. I managed to sign in to Nuffnang. I was randomly clicking then I landed in the profile or personal settings page. Something caught my eye. At the Race column it is set to Malay. How on earth for someone with a name like mine ended up being Malay? And to add to that the Gender was set at Male. What on Earth. Does Nuffnang set everyone's Race And Gender to Malay and Male by default? This is shocking. Today I discovered from Nuffnang that I'm a MaLay dude. 

Very funny people. 

Parenting Skill

When I first saw this a week or so ago, I laughed really hard. This father posted a photo of his badly scribbled/drawn/vandalised passport with a caption saying he's stuck at the airport thanks to his son. After the initial laughing, I couldn't help but think, why would anyone leave important things like passport within reach of children? Why didn't he check his passport earlier before he left for the airport? Did the child receive any punishment for vandalising? Is it right for current day parenting to eliminate spanking and disciplining altogether? How would you react if you are in this parent's shoes?

Be Careful Of What You Put Into Your Mouth

There is a myth/urban legend/ black magic that is believed to be able to make anyone fall for you, regardless of how hideous or horrid you are, once that person eats what you serve. It is said that many women (namely from a certain race that can't be disclosed) practice this, to get their target to fall head over heels for them and to remain loyal. This practice is known as nasi kangkang. I've heard stories about this back in school but never given much thought about this. If you have to go through all these hassle of cooking and standing over the food, just to get someone to like you, then you are really sad. Love doesn't have to be so pitiful. If it is meant to be, nothing can stop it. Recently, I browsed through some blogs and came across an entry by a famous blogger regarding this topic. Found the entry quite funny. However, no one mentioned anything about a remedy. What if things go wrong? How do you fix it? For example: What if it is meant for someone else, and another person eats it? Then, it would be wrong target. If you get what I mean. In short, be careful of what you put into your mouth. Especially if someone keeps cooking food for you and that person is not your mother. LOL

I Hate Summer

I seriously hate summer. Seriously the worst season. Super big sun and unbearable heat. It's hot anytime of the day. Most of all, it makes me sweat. I hate to sweat. Sweating causes skin irritation. For the past few days, my skin has been flaring with rashes and itches like mad. Because it itches so badly, I've been scratching and that resulted in sores /lesions. I seriously don't get how people can enjoy basking in the sun. I, for one, hate being under the sun. I would avoid it at all cause. If there is anything I hate more than betrayal, that would be the sun. Why do I have to have sensitive skin? Why do I have to be born into the wrong skin? Oh, sweating makes me temperamental. Who doesn't become temperamental when you are scratching yourself like a monkey?

Snatch Theft

5 June 2014. A neighbour told mum that someone was mugged/robbed/encounter with snatch thieves in broad daylight (around 3pm) in our housing area. More specifically, in front of her house a couple doors down. She was driving back to her house and just stopped her car in front of her house. Two motorcycles, comprising four people surrounded her vehicle on both sides. The smashed her car windows with wrench and snatched her handbag. She screamed for help but they just sped off. Because the people in the neighbourhood tend to speak really loud, and most of the time sound like they are quarrelling, no one noticed. The lady then called the police. People that pass her vehicle were perplexed as to why it was parked almost at the middle of the road with the door opened. The lady then explained that she was robbed/mugged/victim to snatch theft. She didn't shut the damaged car door as it has the fingerprints of the culprits and she is waiting for the cops to arrive. News spread fast. Soon everyone in the neighbourhood know about the story and more and more busybodies (namely housewives) started going to her for more details. Everyone was waiting for the cops to arrive to witness the forensic search. They waited, and waited, and waited. One by one, started to head home after waiting for close to an hour. Still no sign of the police. The police station is actually less than five minutes drive from our housing area. After several hours, there was still no sign of the police. The sky was getting darker and it seems like it was going to pour. The nosy housewives managed to snoop the latest outcome. The victim after waiting for hours, and not see any trace of the cops, had to go to the police station to lodge a report. However, it doesn't end there. At the police station, she was told to go to another police station which was in the city centre, to lodge the report (reason unknown). Question: I have never lodge a report at the police station so I'm  clueless. Why can't the nearest police station record the incident? Why does the case have to be diverted to a police station that is so out of the way, to record the case? Why didn't the police come to the crime scene?

Wasp

Wasps are ugly, vengeful creatures. Yesterday, a giant wasp flew in, even though the blinds were closed. It flew crazily around, banging itself against everything. It started coming towards us. So I rushed to get the insecticide. When I got back it flew towards my direction, so I started spraying. It flew away, then turned around and started charging at me. I ducked several times to avoid it. You trespass into my territory and now you want to pick a fight? Bring it on. I sprayed insecticide at it. But it flew higher towards the ceiling. Seems like challenging and mocking me for being short. Just you wait. Hey, dumb wasp, didn't you know the insecticide is airborne? I randomly sprayed when it attacked me. When it turn around to fly away, attempting to avoid the insecticide, I chased after it. Spraying more. This went on for a while. That vengeful wasp wasn't giving up on attacking me. It chased after me. So I ran into another "area" to avoid being stung. When I came out, it was gone. No where to be found. Perhaps it flew out through the door which was wide open. But the wasp being too dumb earlier didn't know how to exit after squeezing through the blinds. Dumbass. How did you enjoy your new scent?

Narrow Escape

14 May 2014, around 7.30 pm. I escaped serious injury. Minutes earlier, I was seated on the chair. I stood up, picked up the glass of orange juice, and was drinking. Suddenly the tower of heavy boxes behind me came crashing down, with a loud crash, boom, bang. Narrowly missing me. It crash landed inches to my left. The impact of the crash caused items on top of the boxes to land nicely on the table. The impact also caused the first box to rip. Had I not stood up, my back would have snapped from the mass of falling heavy boxes and I would have been hospitalised as a result. I am indeed a lucky girl.

Sleepless 2

My insomnia is getting worse. Clocking in to slumber daily at past 3 a.m.. Even then, sleep is no where near. This is followed by endless tossing and turning to get into a position that doesn't hurt my aching body. When will this absurd sleep pattern come to an end? Tried to detox yesterday, but ended up with gastric that dragged on till today.

Doctor

Once, I went to the doctor because of a horrible sore throat that lead to extreme ear pain when I swallow, be it food or drink. The sore throat- ear pain was so bad that it's a feat in itself to speak. After relaying the "problem" to the doctor, he instructed me to open my mouth and stuck the "ice-cream stick" into my mouth to see how bad it was. He then proceeded to "shine" my ear with a flashlight. After that, he remained silent. He didn't tell me how bad my condition is nor what he thinks is the problem. Instead, he picked up his pen and was really engrossed in drawing. He drew a diagram of the ear, and started filling it up, like he's sitting for a biology exam. There I was, sitting there waiting for his response, while watching in awe an artistic performance by a doctor. I waited, and waited but there was no response from him. I interrupted his Leonardo Da Vinci performance to ask him about my diagnosis. I asked whether there is a pus in my ear. He looked up from his masterpiece, not happy that I interrupted his concentration and said no. I was then sent out to wait for my medication. I had to wait for over half an hour to get my medication from the dispensary, but I was the only patient in the clinic. When I finally collected my medicine, I was told that they are out of medicated ear drops and I was told to get it from a pharmacy ( which was next to the clinic). After going through so much hassle, only to get prescribed panadol (tablet form @ round ones that I hate because it's difficult to swallow. Prefer caplets @ oblong ones) and the name of the medicated ear drops scribbled on a post-it. I could have just walked into the pharmacy and bought the ear drops and save my time of waiting. That's the first time I've seen a doctor so immerse in drawing on the tiny piece of patient's diagnosis card. Usually we only see horrible, non readable handwriting on the card. A friend said the reason doctors write in horrible handwriting is so that patient and their family/ friend/ companion can't read what is written on the patient's card. That is why the nurse enters when the patients leave the room so that the doctor can explain what to give to the patients.

Neck

Have been having trouble sleeping. When I do drift into sleep, my body doesn't really rest. My neck really hurts and it's making me feverish. No matter how I crack it, it doesn't relief the pain. My head, neck and body really hurts badly. Besides that, my face is also having cramps as a result of me gritting my teeth daily, to control my emotions and to withstand the body pain. Make it stop already. Stop torturing me. Just go away.

Topple

According to a show, just find things to do as distraction, to get your mind off things. Quoting it: "mo yeh wan yeh lei cho". So I decided to get a little domesticated, by mopping the floor. Filled a bucket with water and started my "activity". When I was done, I placed the mop into the bucket of dirty water. I gave the bucket a push. Just then the bucket decided to topple, spilling the dirty water all over the place. Face palm . The water flowed everywhere. I gave a squeal. Had to rush to get rags to dry the place. All my hard work down the drain. Stupid bucket.

Sleepless

It's 3am. I'm sleepless. Whenever I close my eyes, flashes of things I want to forget keep replaying in my mind. In need of a new environment. Being here just suffocates me. Being here keeps reminding me of Everything that I wish to get rid of, from my memory. It's driving deeper into depression. Don't want to go through this anymore. God, if you really do exist, please bring me away.

What The Bible Says

If only people still practice what they preach.

                

Came across a rather amusing pic. A simple mistake makes everything funny.

Extreme Backache

12 April 2014, 2.22am. Can't sleep due to severe backache. The pain is never before felt. Right pelvic hurts badly. The entire right side of my back hurts badly.

iPod

I tried to add some songs to my iPod. I haven't added any songs into my iPod in a while. Ever since Lappy returned from the doctors, I haven't opened iTunes. As I remember, it's just drag and drop. But iTunes looked different. Everything that was there previously, isn't there anymore. No matter how I drag and drop, nothing appeared in the iPod. I don't know how to add new songs to my iPod anymore.  I hope it didn't delete everything that is in my iPod. I have yet to listen. There was once, when I plugged in my iPod to a computer, everything in it was cleared. Why isn't anything working? Frustrating! Stop torturing me.

Migraine

Have been having migraine the whole day. It's so persisting that even after taking medicine, it wouldn't go away. Besides that, there are two giant ulcers on both sides of my throat. Feeling a little feverish and a little nausea. I suppose this is the punishment for being the longest April's Fool / the fool for the longest time. Foolish for believing over and over.

Fire

27 March 2014, 8pm. There was a fire at penang hill. Unfortunately, the iPad camera couldn't capture a sharp shot of the fire. It is the long, diagonal stretch of orange light in the photo. Photos are blur because of zooming in.

Things That Can't Be Expressed 5

Lappy is being antisocial again. Actually, when Lappy came back from the doctors, it did show signs of being antisocial. I just let it slide seeing that Lappy worked after restarting. After a few days of not using Lappy, I decided to pay Lappy some attention. Turned Lappy on, no wifi connection detected. Refreshed connection, nothing showed. Restart computer, no connection. Shut down and start again, connection detected but only lasted a few minutes. Neglected Lappy for another few days after that. Yesterday, turned Lappy on. Same problem. Refresh, restart, shut down, turn on. No sign of internet connection. Troubleshoot results indicated, cable not plugged in. Lappy runs on wifi, not cable. Fine. Brought Lappy to cable, plugged it in, there is internet connection. Removed cable, back to no internet connection. I supposed Lappy has come to the end of it's useful life. Lappy's life has been very simple. Never had to do arduous tasks, unlike it's predecessor. It seems that everything in life is indicating that I need a new beginning. That I ought to let go of things that were once a big part of my life. I have already accepted the fact but with changes comes pain. I was told that my pain is nothing compared to what others have to go through. You can't just go round telling people their troubles are not troubles just because you think so. Different people go through different kinds of woes. There is no standard template to measure a woe to see whether it qualifies as a woe by world standards. Healing takes time. Felt a great pang of pain after seeing something which I do not want to see, by accident. I couldn't justify why as I have accepted the fate. I thought I could mask the pain by trivialising it against the mishap of the missing airplane MH370. The anguish of not having answers regarding the mystery, the pain of not knowing the fate of their loved ones, seems greater than my woe. But even a pain of that size couldn't beat the pain I felt at that moment. There are a lot of questions which will never be answered. I will never know what went wrong as there is no black box in my case. I shouldn't have let you in. I shouldn't have trusted and belief. Just like the family members of the victims, I need closure.

Chrysanthemum Tea

Last night, mum decided to make some chrysanthemum tea. She poured the chrysanthemum into a pot and added boiling water. I went into the kitchen to get something. I turned to talk to mum. Something caught my attention. There were a lot of tiny roach like bugs on the table. God knows I have phobia for bugs of any kind, especially cockroach. I told mum that there are a lot of roaches on the table. She didn't belief me. She came over to have a look. She was startled as well. She wipe the family away with a damp cloth. She mumbled, it must be from the chrysanthemum. Must pour the whole pot. She then went and took out the remainder of the dried chrysanthemum from the package. Lo and behold. The entire nation of tiny bugs was in there. I lifted the lid of the pot to have a look. There were larvae, pupa, bugs, an entire ecosystem or stages of metamorphosis in there. That really gross me out. Mum poured the entire pot of chrysanthemum tea into the sink. Guess I'll refrain from drinking dried chrysanthemum tea for a while.