Drey Cleans Ahead

For once I feel like I've done my chores ahead of time. I'm constantly chasing after time while my whole self remain static, just my mind going through thoughts from start to end, then end to start, again and again.

I finally almost cleaned my entire house. Wow. I guess cleaning is an art. The type of art where you have to constantly keep moving, without stop. An art of never stopping. Once you stop, you can't mop.

I've cleaned a lot that my hands are feeling so dry. I've mopped, wiped, swept and scrubbed. It's cool to think that I'm using all my energy to make my surrounding looks shiny and clean. Despite the dryness of my hands, I've got an interesting discovery. Have you ever found out why sometimes cleaning sucks a hell lot out of yourself? It's because the thought of scrubbing makes you feel like as if you're pulling a truck that weighs a few tonnes with a rope. That of course makes you feel like you're entirely vacuumed a.k.a sucked to the stomach. And that's actually exactly how I felt most of the time about cleaning. Except that I could be worse; I actually dreamed about the dust coming after me. You know the "Ah Long" kinda chasing? Well, in this case, it's DUST!

Okay, so back to the point. My discovery was a cleaning detergent. Wow! I never knew that using a certain kind of glass cleaner (detergent spray) would actually make a helll lot of difference! It's like spraying "pffft.. pffft" onto the sliding glass, and just a soft gentle wipe with a cloth.. and voila! You see it through the glass.. Crystal clear! Not much energy used. Unless your surface is scarred with stains, then perhaps a couple of wipes more would do. Now, you know what I'm talking about?

The Superman of glass cleaning!! Though I doubt the brand is similar.. But this is exactly what I'm talking about! The magic clear blue liquid that lessens all the burden your dainty hands got to handle! (Somehow I wonder if it's just a subconscious bewilderment, since that the substance itself reminds me of the cocktail, Blue Lagoon!)

After all the excitement, I suddenly feel like may be this isn't exactly what I wanted to share in the first place. But the bestest feeling I got today is when I've discovered how easy it is to clean glass! Oh well. If only we could just do some similar wipes into some parts of our lives.. and get the same results, instantly.

Now, where's my hand lotion?

p.s - I'm gonna miss my cat starting tomorrow. Take care dear Mitsy. Please get back to your usual appetite.. You're just skin and bone now. Meow, meow.... Meow.

That Pain

I never really understood what it's like to be in "growing pain". The kind of pain teenagers endured during the phase before adulthood. I never understood what it meant, if it meant physical pain or any sort of pain that is supposed to make you feel painful. I believe in that "pain", one would feel the strong urge to actually go against a strong flow of current directing at oneself. Going against it, makes one feel getting things right.

I believe I have never had to go through those "painful" years. I must have skipped that in my biological evolution. However, I'm beginning to suspect something. Beginning to suspect that I am actually going through it now.

I'd like to set many things right. Does it mean I'm a rebel?

Ouch, that sudden pain.

Another First Timer

Having blogged over a long period of time, in very low frequency, I finally got something officially published. Yes, in the newspaper! Local newspaper that is, or more popularly known as The Largest English Daily In Borneo -- The Borneo Post. Yes, the tropical Isle of Borneo, my hometown.

The best part about this is, I get to contribute on something I find beneficial to my soul, that is to charitable causes.

I had the full page 18 of The Sunday Post, 14 November 2010 to myself.

This opportunity wouldn't have come to me if I wasn't given the chance by a fellow club member of a non-profit organisation I belong to. He is also my respectable mentor in the communications club. He is none other than the well-known writer and trainer in the local industry, Mr. Dunstan Chan. Dunstan himself has a column of his own in The Sunday Post called Reflection. Thank you mentor, (despite having butchered my write up into smaller portions to fit the space allocated). This wouldn't have happened if you didn't ask me to write. =]

Yes, written by......?

So, the whole page was about how the operations of NGOs will be affected by the amount of funds they can raise in order to sustain over time. Hence, promoting the importance of an effective fundraising strategy to raise money to enable NGOs to continue fighting for their causes.

How to do that? NGO volunteers must attend the subsidised Fundraising and Communication Workshop to be held in Kuching on 7, 8 & 9 December 2010. Not to be missed!

Well, I guess I've gotten myself into another self first-time-record. I shall be pleased to engrave this on my blog, lest I forget.

Before that, a charitable ponder:

It's not charity if you give away the last bit of rice in your plate and still have a bagful of bread to munch away while watching a Man. Utd. match later in the night. It's only when you share the last bit of rice in your plate with those in hunger and at the same time would having nothing left in the kitchen to eat and no TV to watch for a long period of time that it's deemed charity.

How many of us are willing?

Point out The Bounce!

It's been a while since I've last blogged.

I slept pretty early last night. Right before midnight. I have not been going out much too recently.

I was awaken by the gentle breeze that brushed on my cheeks and sound of little burung pipit chirping by my window.

I got up before 7 a.m and is suddenly so thirsty for action. I switched on my PC, type this, while listening to Jay Z's "The Bounce" several times. Mayn, so make me want to bounce. Hot catchy music like this. Awesome, reminds me Magnolia Vanilla ice-cream. There goes my taste bud, craving for sugar. Hmm, everything is suddenly lighted up! Yay?!

But my mind is still all over you. Yes, you. I miss you so much, that I don't know if I should start hating you.

I'd take on the bitter sweet morning and add on more spices and sugar. Hopefully, I get the perfect balance, I shall be in equilibrium.

Good morning, baby!

Drey has Huge Appetite

After church, we went to Youngest Uncle's place for dinner. A get-together that has not been happening in the family for quite a while. Cousin Dine is back for her birthday. Most dishes were cooked by cousin Dine herself.

I was the last person to leave the dining table. Everyone had their dinner while I was still munching away before the dishes and was accompanied by cousins and aunts as they looked on.

I guess I'm born to have huge appetite.

No pictures taken as my digicam has been on 'dorman' mode for a while ever since it could only last for 1 snap of a photo. Battery problem or camera's fault? I'm seriously contemplating of buying a new digicam. Hmm, I have a long list for "things-to-buy". But I need MORE income to happily purchase all these!

I guess I just have be contented with most gadgets I have now. :[

I want a smart phone, a new laptop and even wishing for a SLR.

I Am...

I don't want to meet anyone. Anymore. Perhaps, my beating heart is too delicate for this freakin ruthless world. I'm too honest to the dishonest. I'm too faithful to those whom I thought were friends, but only come to me to get things done. I'm too tired listening to others who enjoy listening to voices of their own unyet never spare a moment of that talk to defend others, to defend me (altho I could have done it myself.. But at times, it would have been sweet).

I'm too hurt to want to believe that it could be rosy out there. Whoever said that have never lived life the way it should -- take risks and get yourself hurt. Making the wrong choices is unavoidable, but if it keeps happening in high frequency, life just brings you deeper.

Perhaps I'm living on the wrong planet. Everything's getting lame here on tis one. When is AirAsia going to start a budget flight to The Moon... It would have been great.

See you there.

There's Just So Many Ways to Love

I really like this song. It's just so hawt and gets you into slumber mood. It was funny that a Form 5 student was singing to it when I came in the class this morning. I kindly asked that particular singer to sing it again. He openly sang and emphasised on the "Oh..Oh.. Oh.. Oh.. Oh, My Gosh..."

Kids nowadays do have good taste in music. OMG. =:O

The Disease

I got fever last Friday. That was when it all started. I was tired. Slept and slept. Immediately 2 days after my fever cooled down, I began to notice 'water bubbles' popping up on my palms. That was when I started breaking these 'water bubbles'. I felt nice squeezing them and crushing them off the water 'juice'. But I guess popping bubbles wasn't a good idea afterall as more 'water bubbles' came out.

Next, I was told by my dad that the shelf in the kitchen holding our plates broke and almost all the plates were broken into pieces. So I guess that kinda explain why my two feet suddenly had the piercing pain like they were poked with many tiny little needles. For a while I thought my bloodstream must have been filled with 'powder glass' from the broken plates. So it was the plates fault, despite my dad had already gotten rid of the glassy debris.

The weekend was over and the high school educator had to return to school. Guess what, she couldn't even walk comfortably in her normal pretty low high-heel shoes. So she opted for a pair of slippers instead and wearing a dress, mind you. What a bloody weird combo. Well, off she went to school. Some thought she sprained her poor ankles. Some just thought she just came out with another wild idea in trying something new.

Slowly the educator realised her palms were dotted with red swollen spots, so were her feet. Where the hell did the glasses go? There weren't any glasses that went through her feet, the educator was paranoid. Another educator informed the paranoid educator that she had the exact kinda physical symptoms many years back, so were her KIDS. Apparently, a few more educators found out. Her presence was suddenly not favourable. Paranoid educator was even forced to go back immediately by another even more paranoid educator. So she promised to hit the clinic the same day after classes have ended.

***Fast forward***

At the clinic:
Doctor: I don't think it's the disease. Look your mouth has no ulcer.

Educator: I told you, it is.

Doctor: Well, if it is... It must be atypical (however you spell that term) type.

Educator: Yeah I had fever.

Doctor: Then it must be a virus. But you won't know if it exactly is, only if you go for a blood test.

Educator: Yeah.

Doctor: Have you taken any drugs recently?

Educator: Errr... Drugs? I don't think so, Doc. [wtf?!]

Doctor: Ehehehe.. I don't mean DRUGS, you know medicines are drugs too.

Educator: I know. I don't think I have consumed any type of drugs lately.

Doctor: Have you got contact?

Educator: Contact?? o_O

Doctor: I mean contact like do you know anyone who has this symptom.

Educator: No, unless they are hiding it from me.

Doctor: You know, all the kids whom I have dealt with with this will even suffer pain on the palms whether or not they are pressure applied onto it.

Educator: Yeah, mine only hurt when I placed them hard onto a surface/whatever.

Doctor: If This Is It... Then I might have to give you a few days off. It usually takes 5 days to a week to fully recover. So how many days should I give you ah?

Educator: *speechless but smiling*

Doctor: I give you 2 days first. If you still don't recover after this, do come back to me and I'll extend your MC. You need some rest. There are no exact medication for this. You got to rely on your immune system.

Educator: Yeah.

*** After Clinic ***
Educator SMS-ed another educator to inform about her absence the next day from high school. The reply came was "I thought only kids have that."

***Fast Forward, 2 days Later***

The red dots were still there, except that they were no longer swollen and reddish. They're hardened and orangy in colour. So the educator decided to just go back to school since it's getting better and because she's actually an educator and kept reminding herself, "The minds on the young are waiting to be nurtured by you. Go back, quick."

Educator met educator and came the probing moment. "EH! You're back!" "Yes." "You're OK already ah? So fast??" "Yes. It's all dried up." "Are YOU SURE??"

"No, I'm not sure. I would like to extend my MC if only I knew this is going to happen."

Sigh. What was I thinking???

Mysterious virus came...... and went. I survived.

How Sad, but Oh, How True...

"In life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do."
- Anonymous

A Brand New Age

Celebrated my Nth Birthday a few days ago. I have nothing much to say about it. It's been really a brand new age to me. I am sick and tired of talking about every single thing suddenly. Vocabulary should just be replaced with more actions. I am talking less as a person. I guess it's a sign of maturity, in a whole new level. Hehe.

I'd like to thank everyone who was a part of my celebration. I really did enjoy your company. Thanks for being there for me.

I'm old.

I couldn't take many pictures. My bloody camera wasn't working long despite I have charged the batteries the whole night before. Well, at least I managed to catch a glimpse of this,

Chilli Crabs, I seriously couldn't have a complete birthday without eating crabs. I just love 'em. So MuCh. Crabs just never let me down.

Melted by Sexy B-Boyssz

For the past few weeks to a month or so, a portion of my Wednesday nights have been spent to watch Showdown 2010. Dances and grooves have always been stuffs that could really get me in the good mood. Last night's show was performances by the Top 8 breaker crews left from eliminations in the past weeks. My two favourite crews - Wakaka Crew and Giller Battle Crew (GBC) are still on the run to be in the finals, to be the champ ya'lll...

.... But what was so mesmerising about last night's show was that Wakaka came up with a slow number that kept me watching their performance over YouTube over and over and over again. That was like the sweetest I've seen by a bunch of men with huge biceps and triceps jumping and rolling on stage, with macho grace. Need I say more? The attached video I've watched over 6 times for the past half an hour. If only Malaysia highlights and gives more attention to such breaking talents, they'll go very far. As a matter of fact, Wakaka and GBC have been in the arena for quite a while, representing Malaysia overseas at international battles. But how much do we know about that? Not much. Cos our media doesn't cover much for such events, I guess.

I'm still rooting for GBC... But can't help being smitten by Wakaka.. They're so talented! So is GBC.... But one main reason I was sooo supportive of GBC was because one of their power mover, B-Boy Juicy -- is so hawwt. Arrgh! I love men who dance like them. If only I could have them perform before me on my birthday. That's gonna be heart-wrecking... in a good way.

SeXy RepreszenT!!! ;>

Be On You

Today is the birthday of a friend out there, whom I've not spoken to for quite a very long time. I'm not even sure if I should wish you directly. But here it is. I'd like to dedicate this favourite song of mine to the birthday person. Yeah, I like the song. I'm not sure if you're gonna like it. But one thing's for sure I pick my favorite piece for you. That's better than a cake. Wherever you are.... Happy Birthday.

If we ever talk again, this is it. Posted on 7th June 2010. Xoxo

P.s - This goes out to all June babies too. Be mesmerized...