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...

To The Old Times

It started with just a random drive out to buy some stuffs since I've not been out for quite a number of days - due to my personal time zone difference. I know, uncool.

I went to hit 7-Eleven for the latest issue of my favourite fashion magazine, but this month's issue is already snatched. So I walked to a nearby supermarket, my favourite supermarket, searching for some cereals which I suddenly have the urge to eat. Got the stuffs I wanted after scrutinizing almost evry single brand of cereals. I received a slow reply from "Mr. Proton" my old chat buddy whom I have chatted with for many years but have never met eyeball-to-eyeball. Mr. Proton is now residing in my hometown with his newly-wedded wife, congrats buddy... Somehow it's not really complete to not having met Mr. Proton despite the reachable distance after all this while. We decided to meet up for a cuppa drink to catch up since we are off work. It's funny, how my first experience meeting an online buddy turned up so normal. We talked like how we used to chat. Like I've known him for so many years (which in fact is the case... ). The offensive jokes we used to throw at our "nicknames" online were still valid offline. Reminiscing the other chatters whom we used to chat with was nostalgic in a way as I've never met them. Cool. This goes out to you, buddy.

Did I mention that Mr. Proton has got a really cool job? Not to mention that it's with one of the highest risks involved.

Something I may even consider doing.

Against

It starts to crack. I hear it shatters into a million pieces. I pick the tiny little pieces up, grasping in my hands. The sharpness pricks right into my flesh, I feel the pain, the harder I hold on to it. I see my blood oozes and lines elegantly all the way down to my arms, what a horrendous sight, yet paints millions of bucks even art value can't buy.

I'm running out of blood now. I should be panicked at this moment. Average person would have started flying white flag by now. The seconds continue ticking away. Shall I fight or bid goodbye...? Shifting to my millions of cells in my skull, looking for rationality, I shall calculate my chances to make the battle worthwhile. Time is almost up.

Time is up.

I still cannot die.