MERCI

So, it's a sheer bless now i am able to blog.

Had been so sick due to the dizziness that struck me for the 4th times.

And this post is specially dedicated to those who had helped me to tide over the hardest day.


Those who had sent and accompanied me to the clinic.

Those who had been so nicely taking care of me.

Those who had brought me yoghurts and apples.

Those who had offered me help.

Those who had been showing their concerns.

Those who had given their advices.


You know who you are.

                  and

this is from the bottom of my heart

                 with 

  my highest gratitude



''THANK YOU''

Our lovely little princess

" kok kok kok...''

Me: (Opened the door). Shocked. Guess who?

Deng deng deng deng. It's our lovely princess.

Princess: Erm... Wanna ask you something about the Japanese assignment.

Me: Ok.

Princess: Any idea of how to do the Japanese assignments？

Me: (Trying very hard to suppress my anger). Huh? I dont know oh. We make it like a restaurant. Maybe     you guys can take seasons.

Princess: Oh oh no, we have already taken fruits. I mean any idea on how to decorate and design  the scrapbook?

Me: ( Started pek ceking. Shouted WTH unceasingly in my heart). Huh? (again) I dont know oh. My friends  are responsible for the design and i will only cover the colouring. We havent started anything yet, so i also have no idea how they will do it.

Princess: ( Kept nodding her head. Dont know why.) I have thought of making a window with the words inside it. But I dont know how to close the pane, bla bla bla bla....... Any suggestions?

Me: ( WTH levelled up. Changing to WTF.) Maybe you can do it this way bla bla bla.....（Showing along with hand gestures).

.......

.......

.......


* The explaination lasted for 3 minutes. Eventually losing my patience.

Princess: (Nodding again.) Thank you.

Me: ( Faking a smile). Welcome. (A long sigh of relief.)

She left. My wrath remains.

Yes, i had been provoked. My resolution of complaining less starts to shatter.

Excuse me, my little lovely princess, I thought there are 8 people inclusive you in your group? And now you were asking me for help and opinion instead of your groupmates?

People, funny?

Hello, you really should not ask me for help cos i cant even provide a conducive one. Hell easy, all you need to do is get ALL 8 of  your members and find a place or whatever and BROACH THIS SUBJECT TOGETHER.

AND

Probably  advise them to be a little more COOPERATIVE.

AND

Stop being a SPOON-FED brat.

Wouldn't it be easier rather than asking nothing at all from me? =)

--The End--

ble-ak~

Had just eaten the worst wantan mee ever. Dont know what sauce did the tauke put and it is still lingering at my mouth. Ble-ak~~.

Expenvise somemore T.T

Gonna blacklist that stall.

     AND

Never go again.

Hehe.

Faith

Arrrh, I finally managed to finish Flowers in the Sky. It actually took me quite a long time to finish it but the message conveyed is a little too abstruse that it is almost intangible. Plus, I think some chapters are incoherent and I was left with many question marks after reading it. Perhaps my comprehension is only available up to certain extent. But something really draws my attention and impresses me is the author touches Buddhism in this story. It’s true that religion serves you a sense of tranquility whenever you feel uneasy.

And speaking of religion, it reminds an incident which happened last Monday. The incident begins with I was invited to a talk organized by a church. And at first I was reluctant to attend cos I am not really into the talk and ultimately I am not a Christian. But at last I was convinced and thus attended it with the hope to gain some apprehension in life. The talk was okay though I almost could not catch on when it touched on Bible in the middle. The talk was later ended with a prayer which I had a strong feeling of being swindled. Still, I kept my shirt off.

Okay, there comes the point of the story. After the talk ended, several girls approached me and started to chat with me. We had some idle talk at first but there was a girl proceeded by kinda coaxing and brainwashing me to join Christianity. I replied with a grin saying I am not a Christian though I was a bit ‘eh hem’ at that time. I guess my refusal was too vague that she caught no ball.

She rang in another 5 days asking me to attend some lectures in her church and seriously I felt a bit offended. I know your good intention. I understand probably is your onus to propagate your religion and I respect it with full reverence. And I shall tell you now I am a Buddhist and my faith toward my religion are steadfast and I feel extremely comfortable with my religion though I am not the pious one. Therefore, I suppose no changes are needed thus far. By the way, thanks to the incident, I start to appreciate my religion each day.

Till then, see you!

"kueytiaw goreng satu, tambah pedas!"

"kueytiaw goreng satu, tambah pedas!"

There go the consequences:
1. My stomach was 'blending' and feeling extremely uncomfortable.
2. Couldn't really sleep well at the night. Keep awaking.
3. Diarrhae.

Mind you, the consequences are tormenting.

I am really hoisting my own petard this times. I might have few times of stomaches before after eating at the mamak but never be this awful. I hope I need no to consult a doctor.

So, no more mamak goreng, no more tambah pedas next time!