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.