My Diary. My Cure for Short Term Memory Loss
and Insomnia.


  • Staying strong

    Dear Mr. Blog,

    I’ve been missing for a month now. Too much things happened in this month alone. Work was as busy as usual with people leaving and new people coming in — what’s new right?

    It seemed like my body wasn’t taking things too well too. Just a few weeks ago, I went to a specialist for a scan and was devastated to saw what was shown on the display of the ultra sound. I kept mum as the specialist explained to me what was on the scan and the next steps. I walked out the consultation room, still mum, fearful and teared as I looked at the printout of the ultra sound. I broke down at dinner with my boyfriend not knowing what to say. Was prescribed with some medicines and had to take up to 15 tablets a day and sometimes 17 when the pain was too much to bear.

    Just as things got better, it got worse again. Getting into the washroom was as good as watching and experiencing a horror movie. I wish the pain I am having now could be divided to 10 people so that it is easier to bear with. Or better, subsides.

    My pocket is feeling the pain too :( Too much has been forked out to pay for them medical fees. Thankfully I have enough freelance jobs to cover that. I am stressed and depressed. Mental torture and physical pain, I have it.

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  • Sandstorm

    “Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

    And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

    And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

    — Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

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  • Achtung wasn’t here!

    Achtung!
    Achtung!

    Yes, I am paying attention to you by snapping this picture while I was on the way to the restroom.

    (Attention wasn’t at work)

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  • Eczema and Lip Eczema

    It’s been almost 3 years that I’ve been suffering from lip eczema and eczema on my cheeks and it has been healing quite well now.

    I’ve been using Protopic Ointment 0.1% for my eczema for 2 years now. I only need to apply it every other day. This one is good enough that I don’t need to change to another solution.

    As for my lip eczema, I don’t need to put any medication anymore.

    Previously, I was trying out on Vaseline Lip Therapy Petroleum Jelly, Advanced Formula. It worked for a while but it made my lips even drier after 7 days of usage. Since then, I’ve decided to give up on petroleum jelly solution. I heard they suck you dry after some time, hence your eczema might get worse.

    7 months ago (one of my worst week at work) when I had one of my worst eczema outbreak, I found Avene Lip Balm with Cold Cream and Eucerin Lip Activ for sensitive skin at Guardian. I bought the both of them to test out. [ read more ]

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  • “Bad Request. Your browser sent a query this server could not understand”

    “Bad Request. Your browser sent a query this server could not understand”

    That was what I’ve been getting on my Firefox everytime I need to login to something be it my Facebook, email, webmail and banking accounts. I can only view the page correctly after I refreshed it.

    It happened quite a few months ago when I upgraded my Firefox to the latest version. At that time, I thought it was Firefox’s problem and I’ve stopped using Firefox and was on my Safari 4 all the time for 2 months because it was really annoying the hell out of me.

    Until just recently, I missed Firefox so much for the useful plug-ins like Firebug (troubleshooting some work recently), Web Developer toolbar, and del.icio.us bookmark, I had to try to fix this issue. I tested logging in to my webmail at my bf’s MacBook on his latest Firefox. Everything was fine. This confirmed that something was wrong within my MacBook itself.

    Much research led me to “Parental Control” settings. Oops! Few months back I accidentally enabled it for the account I’m using just to check out what Parental Control function was all about. I disabled the Parental Control, restart the computer and then try logging in to my webmail via Firefox again and this time it’s fine! So it’s fixed! It’s fixed!!

    So yeah, the solution for this is to disable the Parental Control even if there aren’t anything selected.

    And now I’m back to Firefox, dumping Safari 4 aside. I’ll only use Safari 4 when they become like Firefox or when I need to do cross-browser compatibility checking :D

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  • Look what Monday did to you!

    ********  WARNING  ********
    Nonsensical chat below
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    It started off with learning Italian… and then…

    Monday craziness.

    to swine flu to writing nonsense (which happened to still use the correct words in various languages) on my Facebook wall… [ read more ]

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  • Last kopek

    Please appreciate it while I am still being nice to you and treat you as a friend. I am not stupid to not know what you are trying to do and being quiet about it doesn’t mean I do not know. Again, I am a very nice and patient person but my niceness and patience has its limits. Don’t overdo it. Don’t mess with people’s life just because of your stupidity and mistake. Learn from your mistake and move on.

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  • Orbit

    My friends and I always pinyin-ised Cantonese and translate English directly into Cantonese and then pinyin-ised it again. I just found this pretty funny. Or maybe it’s just me? Hahaha :P

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  • Abdul the Bull

    Abdul the Bull.
    Abdul the Bull.

    This is Abdul, name given by a friend (Yes, she just Muslimised my plushie haha). It’s our new no-pee-no-poo-pet after Qito and Domo-kun. I think DYM just had to give in to me (solving it with a plushie instead) because I always said I wanted a dog or Firefox (one of his Siamese cats) ever since I’ve a place for myself now but I couldn’t have a dog for you-know-what-reason. So, I still want Firefox!

    Yes, mom never let me have any pets at all (even hamsters!) when I was staying with them. Hence, I couldn’t bring Anakin (my pet dog which is with my ex now) back home. I miss Anakin a lot. It’s hard to find a Mal-Shi in pet shops. I don’t want a pure bred Shih Tzu or a pure bred Maltese. I want a mix of both.

    We named her Anakin eventhough it’s a male’s name just because her head looks like Darth Vader’s helmet. Anakin instead of Darth because she hasn’t turned to the dark side :P
    Anakin when she was still a puppy.
    Anakin when she was still a puppy.

    Anakin when she was 6 months old.
    Anakin when she was 6 months old.

    Anakin when she was 3 years old.
    Anakin when she was 3 years old.

    Anakin when she was 3 years old.
    Anakin when she was 3 years old.

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  • Freedom!

    Omg there’s a rave happening on the 29th and 30th May at A’ Famosa, Melaka. Freedom! But rave is so not me *puts on angelic face*

    I don’t drink nor dance. I only enjoy the music. A bit waste of money plus I just came back from Bali and I’m broke. But Ferry Corsten is quite awesome. How?

    FREEDOM

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