Fall

Only a few days into the new year, I receive another "present". Just now we went out for dinner. Wanted to try a new restaurant so we went all the way only to find it closed. Perhaps it has never opened? So all that happened within 5 minutes. So I went to get the ticket validated by the parking ticket machine. Since we drove past the middle section of the facility, I had to walk all the way back to the middle section from the far end. Since everything took place in less than 15 minutes, the parking shouldn't have cost a dime. But lo and behold the parking cost a dollar. And we didn't even park the car. We literally just drove through from the entrance point to the exit point all under 5 minutes.  And the stupid drive through costs a dollar. Way to go. Nevermind. Second part of the story. So we drove to another destination for dinner. We found a parking spot by the roadside and got off. Le dad happen to be a very impatient person. He quickly got out from the car and started walking towards the eatery. He happens to be a wobbly, unstable, fragile person. So I rushed to aid him. The eatery has really bad walkways. Dark Roads full of pot holes and uneven pavements. So we reached the "stairs" made of metal sheet plates. The over enthusiastic old man started climbing them. The steps were kind of soft and the stairs didn't have any hand rail for support. As he was ascending the unstable stairs, he suddenly fall backwards. All the time I was holding his arm. When he suddenly fall backwards. I grab hard onto his arm to prevent the fall. But he was too heavy for me to hold back. So both of us fell. He landed on his back lying flat like an overturned turtle while I landed beside him on all four. We cause such a scene. A very kind lady rushed to our aid. While mum who was dily dallying in the car rushed out without locking the car. We managed to lift him from the ground and up the unstable stairs. Whilst he didn't suffer any major injuries (no bleeding whatsoever), I on the other hand was bleeding on both knees and my palm was scrapped too. Even my new shoe was torn from the abrasion with the uneven tar pavement. Literally took the fall for him. He fell while I bleed. I still can't wrap my head around the whole fall. I don't know how I ended up bleeding while he got away without a scratch. Now my whole back is aching. My wounds are aching too. Seriously fml. 😭😭😭🍃🍃🍃🍃 The only conclusion that I can come too is that I cushioned his fall by preventing him from direct fall while I fell by being dragged by someone more than twice my weight. 

 The stupid spot that the accident took place.  

Taken at the spot directly after the fall.

 My torn shoe.

 Taken after we got home. Gross stuff coming out from bleeding area.

 

Additional Topping

Just a couple of days into the new year, I had a pleasant surprise. As I was about to eat my bowl of steaming hot soup mee sua, I saw a cockroach in it. Of all things, just have to be a cockroach. Gross. So the whole bowl of hot soup mee sua went to waste (with drumstick and all).

Happy New Year 2016

Happy New Year. May 2016 be an awesome year.

Bad Service

Little did I know that we have to put up with rude behaviour when we go for a haircut. Bad haircut is a given, but bad attitude? I walked into Alex Wong hair saloon which I frequent for a long postponed haircut. When I stepped into the saloon, I was literally being ignored. No one bothered. Then the boss asked if I'm here for a haircut or for other service (i.e. Perm, dye, etc.). I replied, a haircut and he told me to have a sit. So I randomly picked a chair and sat. After a while, my usual hairstylist came and started to cut my hair. After he was done, he asked if I wanted to wash and blow my hair, and I said yes. He told me to wait a while and he walked towards another customer. After waiting for some time, the hairstylist told a shampoo girl to wash my hair. She walked towards me and asked if I wanted to wash my hair. So I replied yes. She walked to get the shampoo. When she returned, she tucked the towel around my neck and into the "collar" of my top in a rough manner. She then proceeded to lather shampoo on my head. She just kept scratching and massaging the top of my head. Barely touched the bottom. After a short while, she stopped and poked my shoulder motioning me to go to the "shower" area. So I put down the magazine that I was reading and followed her. She washed my hair with cold water. She didn't even asked whether I wanted warm water hair wash. She kept washing the front portion of my head and totally ignored the back. So I asked her politely if she could wash the back of my head. She immediately said "oh, your head is itchy?" And proceeded to scratch the back of my head hardly while spraying water at the back. Through that episode, she wet the back of my top. She then shut the water and tap my shoulder, motioning me to go back to my seat. She then came to me and shoved a towel down the back of my top. Because the top that I was wearing was not lose the whole top was choking me. So I pulled it down. She returned and turned on the hair dryer and started drying the back of my top to cover up her mistake. She turned off the hair dryer and shoved a flat comb at my face and said " part your own hair" all the while shaking the comb. I took the comb and parted my hair and she proceeded to blow dry my hair. When she was almost done, the hairstylist told her to complete the blow with a hair straightener. She did as she was told. Pull, straighten and throw. So my heated hair was covering my face. As I was having a very bad allergic reaction, my skin was flared. The hot hair was making the rash outbreak worse. So I gingerly pushed my hair away from my flared face with a finger. She gave me an irritated face so I told her that it's hot. In fact! I did not have to explain to her. It was her moronic action to cover any customer's face with hot hair. After she was done, she put down the hair straightener and walked away. The hairstylist looked over and told her to curl the ends properly. She returned not happy. And took another hair straightener and curled the back of my hair again. Tugging hard. After curling, she walked away again. So I stood up and was about to walked to the cashier. The hairstylist looked up again so I asked whether is there anymore touch up. He looked at my hair and said no. So he told that shampoo girl to bring me a mirror. He told me to take a sit. She came back with a portable mirror. Shoved the mirror in my hands and spun my chair around. Like roulette. I was facing the big mirror and the individual seat counter before that. Her hard spin made me face the shower area. I was stunned. I don't even know how to react. The hairstylist who witnessed all this madness quickly rushed over and try to patch up. He told me to view the back of my hair with the mirror in my hands and asked if I am satisfied with the cut. I told him yes. And he said thank you. So I walked towards the cashier to pay and leave. This is by far the worst treatment that I have encountered at a hair salon. Rudeness for no reason. I didn't even scold her for her horrible service. Neither did I complain to her boss. She is simply venting on me for no reason. You have a row with your boss, just quit. Why vent it on me? Just because I'm nice doesn't imply that you can step all over me. Bitch. 

Genius

Had another genius moment again. Laptop and Ipad was on simultaneously. My eyes were fixated on the ipad. My fingers were scrolling. Hmm... why isn't the ipad responding? Scroll ...scroll. Hmm... what's wrong? Why isn't it moving? Look up from the ipad. Saw that my hand was on the mouse, scrolling away. GENIUS.

Buckets

I have a bucket obsession. Michael Kors Greenwich bucket... Looks good in every colour.

Poor Unfortunate Soul

Mum told me about this story which happened on Saturday. It was around 7 am on Saturday, when she just got up, she heard loud cries of a little girl. She rushed out of the house in her pyjamas to find a girl under twelve, all dressed up carrying a little bag, crying in panic. The girl was calling out to her immediate neighbour or perhaps to anyone at all, frantically because she was late for school. The conversation that took place between mum and the little girl:

Girl: Aunty, uncle, Aunty Uncle (when no one responded to her calls, she started crying)

Mum : (dashed out of the house looking around for the source of cries)

Little girl upon seeing my mum

Girl: I don't have a phone. I can't contact my uncle. He promised that his friend would pick me up. I am late for school. (continues crying)

So, mum rushed back into the house to get her phone. She quickly slip into more presentable clothes before stepping out of the house again.
when she got out of the house, she saw a car stopped outsede the little girl's house. In the car was a young couple. Mum quickly approached them. Before she could even ask them anything, the couple said that they would take care of things from here. They were in the car with the girl for a while. Then, the girl got off and the couple drove off. Not long after, the couple returned with a packet (assuming it's food) and handed it to the girl.

The question starts here.

Where is the little girl's family? Why is a child under twelve left unattended home alone. Has she been alone all this while? Where are the adults?

Then the story starts unfolding as the nosy neighbours starts telling the story. This neighbour who lives two doors down heard this from the tuition teacher cum daycare center that this little girl's parents are divorced. Her mother has custody of her younger sister while her father has custody of her. She is usually on her own because her irresponsible father rather spend his precious time flirting and courting with his new girlfriend than to take care of her. She is left home alone till his brother (which is the little girl's uncle) return from work. Sometimes, her uncle would bring her out for dinner. Other times, which is most of the time, she is left unattended. What happens is, this little girl would go to the daycare center after school for tuition. When she gets home, she would start cooking her own meal which is one pot meal using the rice cooker with whatever ingredients that she can find.

It can be possible that, she might have run out of ingredients to prepare anything for herself and that she is really hungry. It could also be because she was late for school and the person who promised her uncle that he/she would pick this girl up for school did not show up, so she panicked. It could also be that she might miss out on a school excursion (which is a big deal for her since she never gets to go anywhere).

The neighbours also reveal that they sometime pass some food to her because they are afraid that she is starving and also out of pity after knowing her story.

How can the adults leave her unattended in the first place? This irresponsible father of hers is just too much. How could any girl find him a good person? If he can leave his own child unattended and not feel remorse, you think he would treat you well? How can irresponsibility be a plus trait in a man? To make things worse, he chuck his responsibility to his brother. He enjoys himself by going out regularly with his now so very precious girlfriend and ignores the mess that he created. Some people just should not reproduce.

When mum told me about it, I was pretty flamed. I wanted to call the police and lodge a police report but was stopped. She feared that the little girl would be beaten by her father if the police gets involved. How could her school teachers not know about this?

Mum was quite hung on this. She kept questioning, why didn't the girl's mother took custody of both children? Why leave her to her dad?

I told her as a matter of factly, there's a possibility that this girl might not be her child. She might be the child of her now ex husband with another girlfriend. Such a pitiful life. Hope that some welfare department will look into her case and end her misery.

Smurfed

Just like any ordinary day, I was brushing my teeth. Then I gargled and spit. It was then I saw the peculiar. The colour of the gargled water that was spit out is blue. My initial thought was it was the colour of the toothpaste. I continued gargling and spitting multiple times. Each time the spit water was blue. By that time, there wasn't anymore toothpaste in my mouth. Curious I fill my palm with water and proceed to gargle again. The colour of the spit water is still blue. Are my eyes playing tricks on me? I looked at the toothpaste tube. No doubt, the toothpaste tube is blue in colour but the tooth paste is white. I called for reinforcement to confirm my findings. Reinforcement came and both of us were staring at the running tap water. It was indeed blueish. It was dark enough that it's visibly blue. Reinforcement went downstairs and turn on the tap. It wasn't visible on other colours but when it comes in contact with white things, it's clear that the water is indeed blue. If it was any stronger, we would have turned into smurfs. It is possible. Our conclusion is they must have added a whole lot of chlorine to the water source. But the water didn't smell of chlorine though. 

Driving License

I have never renewed my driving license personally. The normal procedure is to go to the post office to have it renewed. It is usually a laminated piece of paper without a photo on it. Anyway, don't know why, somehow I have no luck with decent looking photo for my ID. They have the worst photography skill at these places. Somehow they always make everyone look like goblins and ogres. My IC has a photo of me in really bad haircut and it is permanent. I really hate hairdressers. It's like they have a mission to make me ugly. The only decent looking ID photo that I have is my original driving license which was taken at a studio or an instant photo thing I can't remember. Only that photo doesn't resemble a illegal immigrant mugshot.


Anyway, there is a new protocol/rule/system (whichever is correct) that requires a photo to be included in the driving license and that it is no longer paper but plastic. I was told that they would take the photo of the driving license and incorporate it on the new plastic driving license. Alright. Don't have to take photo on the spot and don't have to go to photo studio for head-shot either (again if that is the right term. Probably should be passport photo).


So, I went to the post office to get my license renewed. There were about 10 people there. I got my number and it shows that I'm two person away from my turn. It should have been a really fast process. However, I waited close to an hour for my turn. Somehow, they were working at sloth pace and only two counters were operating. After waiting like forever, it came my turn. I walked over and told the person in charge that I would like to renew my driving license and handed him my expired driving license. He then asked for my ic. I thought it is for cross reference to prove that I am indeed that owner of the license. So I handed him my IC.


I was told to renew the license for three years so that I don't have to keep going back to the post office. Hence I told the guy at the counter to renew it for a three year term. Paid the fee and waited for my new license. Somehow that turn out to be the worst decision. Never listen to old people. I repeat NEVER!


 I don't know what possessed that counter guy, he chose my IC photo over my Driving license photo. Seriously, what's your deal dude? I only found out what he had done when he handed my license to me. Seriously jinxed. Now I'm stuck with the ugly photo license for three years. Damn it. Three fucking years. Not that I can go back and have it redone. Seriously annoyed. I can't exactly cut it up and go back and renew my driving license again. That means I will have to pay again.

Terrible Headache

Two days ago, I had a terrible headache. It started off as a mild discomfort earlier in the day. I should have taken a panadol when I felt a little headache. But I didn't. Reason being, I do not want to be immune towards it. I thought that it would pass with time. Boy was I wrong. It got from bad to worse as time progressed. I bear with the headache although it was getting worse. Dinner for the night was steamed chicken with black fungus. There's ginger and Chinese wine in it. I had my normal portion for dinner. It wasn't much compared to others. After dinner my headache got worse. It got painful to the extent that my nose and eye socket start to hurt. It has been a while since I have such bad headaches. I know this feeling. It's migraine. It was so painful that I took an iron tablet. As I was menstruating, these kind of headaches is often due to lack of blood. After taking the iron tablet, it didn't get any better. I started getting chills. So I had a cup of Nescafé. I start feeling unwell after having about half the cup of Nescafé. So I stopped and went upstairs. The headache was terrible. I couldn't even lie down. So I sat upright. I got really nauseous so I walk towards the toilet. Stood in front of the toilet bowl, but nothing came out. After a while, I walked back into my room. Sat down for a while. I started having goosebumps. Then the nausea came back. I walked towards the sink. Out came my vomit. It was clearly identifiable from the vomit what I had for dinner. The chicken and the black fungus bit could clearly be seen. I could still taste the Chinese wine too. I vomited quite a bit that it filled almost half the sink. I washed it down with running tap. But the drain hole decided to act up and it wouldn't go down. It was turning into a pool of vomit. I turned off the tap, reached my bare hands into the pool of vomit and tried to unclog the sink. Thinking of it while typing this still gross me out. I know it's my own vomit but I still feel gross. It took forever for it to go down. Then a big bucket of water was used to wash it down. After that I walked back into my room. I didn't feel any better. After sitting for a while, like 15-30 minutes, I felt nauseous again. My goosebumps appeared again. I walked towards the toilet. Stood in front of the toilet bowl. My stomach muscles start contracting. First round, nothing. Okay. Second round, nothing. Stomach keep contracting. Third time, out came the vomit. It was still the chicken and black fungus. I vomited quite a bit. I still didn't feel well. I walked back into my room and sat on my bed. My stomach began to act up. This time it was the back exit. I walked back into the toilet and did a big. While pooping, I felt like vomiting. Luckily I managed to hold it in and not vomit all over myself. After that I went back into my room. I took a packet of Chinese medicine ( fong sar yuen). About 10 minutes after taking the Chinese medicine, I felt like vomiting again. I went into the toilet and vomited again. It is still the chicken and black fungus. This time coupled with yellowish greenish stuff, presumably gut juice. All in all, in about an hour and a half or so, from midnight, I have vomited thrice and almost crapped myself during one of the vomit session. I didn't dare take panadol for fear of the effect of mixing medicine. So I tried to sleep the headache away.