remove

I think I want to remove my tonsils as they hurt real bad once every fortnight. I heard some people get rid of them and they still live like regular human beings, so I don't think cutting them off is such a big of a deal.

I was shocked to see my left hand the morning after I did the noble thing. I couldn't recognise my left arm - it was disgusting. Now it's looking more sickening as the colour is starting to turn a little off.


Anyway, ugly thing aside. I met up with a whole lot of familiar faces last night and it was such an excitement. We catched up with work, friends, families and memories throughout our Italian dinner. While we were having our feast, the mosquitoes too, were having a party underneath the table we were seated at. And I felt as if my legs were the main dish.


Now I'm thinking, maybe my tonsils hurt because I scream so much at my hard-to-control siblings who are driving me up the wall. Or is it because I had soo much to eat these couple of days? Some food allergies I'm not aware of, perhaps?

first and last

I dreaded to go to the office this morning as I wished I could sleep a little more longer. Traffic to work didn't really help my situation then - it was already jammed in my neighbourhood itself.

Once I reached the office, I began to look at my ancient computer. It was then I realised that something was happening at the Penthouse. I couldn't care less at the event until my colleagues said they were going to check it out.

I tagged along and the next thing I knew, I was filling up a form for blood donation. I tried donating blood when I was in college but it didn't happen as I was only 2 months under the age limit. Plus I don't have a good record with needles and blood. I just hate them.

After spending 5 hours considering of whether or not I should torture myself with the pain, I decided to conquer my fear of needle (and blood). So I waited on the chair for a nurse to attend to me. One nurse came and prepared me for the donation. She said my veins were small (I've heard this before) and it was going to be a challenge for her to poke the needle in. I squeezed my eyes shut and knocked my knuckle on my lap repetitively to distract myself from what the nurse was going to do.

The veins in my left hand were very stubborn as they kept running away from the needle. The nurse suggested trying my right hand instead. I started panicking. I had to go through that all over again.

My right hand did it. I donated a pint of type O blood to the National Blood Centre. That was it. I'm not going to do it again.

Now my arms are in pain. But I have so much typing to do later. It's going to be one painful long night.

off the market

OK fine, I have gone for a drastic change where I don't look like I was in the picture I had posted up yesterday. I got to say, most prefer how I looked before the change although some envy my brave transition. If you ask me, I'm comfortable with the new look and I enjoy looking like I'm still in primary school.

My boss has mistaken me for a new staff and then has noticed and successfully read my fashion statement of wanting a replacement for my ancient outdated computer. Today, he offered me a new computer and at the same time hinted that I need to get rid of the vision aid that I wear. I only smiled at that middle aged man.

Life, these days, has been a little too crazy.

look at these sexy people

This was one of the last pictures we took before our confirmation as fully fledged employees. I thought we looked amazingly professional :)

all about me

Alrighty then. I am now a permanent employer of the bank and should be a little more richer. Funnily I feel broke as only 2 days after receiving my paycheck, I have withdrawn half of it. Ouch.

Job assignments at work have been more challenging than usual. I like the responsibilities, however it is sometimes just too much to handle. As my technical knowledge is still not very strong, I find it difficult to comprehend especially when I know that some parties are relying on me to get their funds. It's horrifying.

Gym is fun though. But overdoing it makes me want to puke my insides out. Not to forget the painful backache. Is it disgusting to say that I love to sweat? I just do. Makes me feel healthy. Some think I'm a gym addict. I think they are right.

Catching up with one of my homies back then brought so much memories of living abroad. We exchanged updates and I'm happy to say that my updates this time around are looking very positive. I think I'm pretty contented with some issues in my life although I'm still trying very hard to become a better individual.

ginger + cinnamon

Diets are indeed sad but it plays a big role if I want to be skeleton thin.


Finally I got to make my own gingerbread cookies after a long time considering whether I should. One day my younger siblings came back with some birthday party packs and a gingerbread man was in each packet. That's where I got my inspiration from. So I decided that I should spend my Saturday baking....

Gosh it wasn't an easy task. Mixing the ingredients was a piece of cake but shaping these people was one hell of a difficult task. My dough was very soft so everytime a man or lady was shaped, I had to be really careful when picking it up else it'd get misshaped and wouldn't look like people anymore. However after 4 hours, 40 gingerbread people were baked and thankfully were very delicious.


A day later, all gingerbread people are happily in everyone's stomach. It's heartbreaking to see how fast the cookies go down our throats when it took hours to make them. Nevertheless, I'm happy that I baked it.

groovy

One thing that kept me going today was the fact that I had a dance class early in the night. Besides that, the day was pretty dreadful with company which I think I no longer enjoy spending my time with. It didn't help when this fever of mine still does not want to subside after 3 days.

I think I'm slowly growing a right leg to replace my extra left leg. I enjoy more of my dance classes now that I can keep up with the steps. I totally adore the dance instructor who I thought has some kinda fancy accent. Because he was sort of cool, I forgive him for wearing that tacky and cheesy LED belt while conducting the class.

All these remind me of my former aerobic instructor named Carlos who I often bumped into on St James Street. I always thought he wasn't straight but everytime I saw him on the street, he was always hand-in-hand with some attractive ladies. One lucky man that guy was.

I wish to have a busy schedule like I had this time exactly last year. I want to be occupied with many dance practices for big events. I want to get back the fun in me.