Singular

Currently listening to: Nothing

If you don't already know, I SUCK in the cooking department. What an embarassment.

And sure, I can cook (albeit not good) and clean, and I have been told countless of times just recently about how I will be an asset to my future partner. Now, I really, really do appreciate the compliment.

But so what?

Dark eye circles

Currently listening to: Nothing

I've been wanting to write about this, but have either been putting it off, or forgetting about it.

Anyway. I mentioned two entries ago that I have been coughing my guts out. It sucks falling sick in a foreign place, far away from home, because your family is not around to look after you. Sure you can look after yourself, but still, being sick means feeling extra vulnerable to everything. This includes feeling extra lonely, feeling extra sad, feeling extra this, feeling extra that; basically, you feel extra of everything.

This past week was no exception. Only, instead of feeling extra "bad", I felt extra "good". In fact, I felt truly and utterly blessed, all thanks to my friends here in Dunedin.

Thank YOU, for inviting me over to your place for dinner and soup. Thank YOU, for getting me the cough syrup and bringing it to me. Thank YOU, for giving me your number (despite the fact that I already have it) and offering food takeaway services. Thank YOU, for checking up on me on a daily basis. Thank YOU, for feeding me ever so often. Thank YOU, for offering to keep me company. Thank YOU, for keeping me company. Thank YOU, for unwittingly (on your part) being there to take my mind off things just when I needed it the most.

Thank YOU all.

BMW

Currently listening to: Nothing

I could've said no, but I didn't. Because I couldn't bring myself to, and I didn't know how either. And so, I ended up doing things which, if given a choice, I would not have chosen to do.

It's not that I mind doing them. It's the fact that I've been doing them so often, it is starting to feel like I am being taken for granted. Like, the whole purpose of my being there is to be the responsible one. To be the one who makes sure that everyone gets home safely at the end of the night.

It didn't matter that I didn't drive my own car; what mattered was that I can drive a car. It was truly naive of me to even think that, since I didn't drive my own car, I wouldn't need to drive at all. Too. Naive. I know that now.

So what if I didn't drive my own car? Am I going to allow myself to sit in a car driven by a drunk and risk getting injured in an accident? Or worse, killed? Ultimately, my own safety (and that of the others) come first, and I MUST take over the wheel.

I have had a couple of friends asking me why I never seem to be drinking a lot (they have never seen me drunk, or anywhere near feeling high), and another friend actually thinking that I do not drink at all (apparently he's only ever seen me drink juice).

I wonder why...

Skinny

Currently listening to: Nothing

I just finished watching Wanted. The gunfight scenes were pretty good, the violent scenes pretty graphic. I pity all the innocent passengers on the train, and all the filthy-but-nevertheless-innocent rats. I know it's just a movie, but it's still a pity.

I watched Hancock yesterday, and I don't really know what to say about it. It's got its funny moments, touching moments, happy moments, sad moments. It's got action too, though not much. I guess I'm somewhere in between glad-I-watched-it and glad-I-didn't-waste-money-watching-it-in-the-cinema.

Anyway, I should probably mention that for the past couple of days, I've been coughing my guts out. Not literally, but it certainly felt like it. It was so bad that, in the course of one single night (Sunday), I lost my voice, and in the process of coughing so badly that very same night, I also strained my abdomen muscles, to the point that now, every time I cough, it hurts.

I didn't go to work on Monday, even though I was perfectly healthy to do so (besides the coughing), because I figured that it would be better to be in pain at home than at the office. I returned to work on Tuesday, and since then, every time I get into one of my coughing fits at the office, I feel like throwing myself out of the window.

这是他的事，不是我的事

Currently listening to: 趁早 by 張惠妹

I've been coughing my heart out for the past few days. It's definitely not cool, but I really just couldn't be bothered to do anything about it, besides drinking heaps of water. I also had a runny nose for a while, but it seems to be getting better now.

Anyway, I just came home from a truly unexpected ordeal. My car battery actually died on me while I was at the beach. On my own. And just when it started to rain too. It could not have happened at a worse time. Well, actually, it could, but oh well. I had to call up the roadside rescue service (this is only my second time), and then I had to wait for them to come rescue me. In the cold. Which might kinda explain why I am having a bit of a headache at the moment.

It has not been a very good day today...

Zero eight

Currently listening to: Allegro Ma Non Troppo E Molto Maestoso - Allegro Con Spirito by Tchaikovsky

All of a sudden, not only did the Beijing Olympics officially start, but people got married front back left and right. I know that sounded a bit odd, but I couldn't find any other way of putting it, so oh well.

Anyway, congratulations to Bee Kim and Fern Nee! Seriously, I'd give you both red packets if I was there at your pre-wedding ceremony (registration). Even though I am NO WHERE NEAR getting married, or even registered.

I am especially happy for Bee Kim, because she and her husband (once-upon-a-time-boyfriend) have been together for a long time. Since I was still in university. Personally, I do not know the guy, but I believe that he will take good care of her.

It's like I always say. 老婆娶回来是要来疼得。

Sleet

Currently listening to: Nothing

It has only been less than 2 years since I last had "tau fu fa", but when I finally had it two days ago, it felt like I haven't had it forever. There was this giddy feeling, this excitement within me that I could barely contain. And when I took my first bite, it tasted exactly like the way I remember it. Such bliss...

On another matter altogether, it doesn't hurt, but still, I can't help but feel a little twinge in the heart whenever I look at the pictures. I do not know how else to explain this, but let's just put it this way: if I am a dictionary, and you would like to find the meaning of rueful, just let me see the pictures, then look at the expression on my face.

You will definitely, and truly, understand the meaning of it.

Ah Ling

Currently listening to: Nothing

Something must be off the charts today. For reasons unbeknownst to myself, I became the target of embarassing questions, courtesy of one new friend of mine. It was as if he had planned everything right from the start. Like the fact that he just had to ask the question right at the moment when everyone was gathered together in the lounge.

Anyway, I cannot say that I was rendered speechless by the unexpected question, but I didn't say anything in response either. I just looked at him with a blank look on my face, while my brain was working at top speed, trying to find a somewhat appropriate answer. Naturally, in my moment of silence, the others butted in with their own two cents, and so I was never really given the chance to explain myself.

Not that I was desperate to do so in the first place. In the end, I figured that it was better for me to say nothing than to say anything at all. And so I said nothing, except for the occassional no's, which were necessary to be said.

Now, I am fully aware that my silence could be interpreted in the wrong way. I mean, if it was a definite no, why didn't I just say no and be done with it? It is very much easier to give a negative answer than a positive answer, and yet, why didn't I do so?

To be honest, I do not really know the answer myself. There are many possible reasons for this matter:

1. I figured it was better to say nothing than to say anything at all
   
2. I couldn't come up with a good enough answer for the question
   
3. I didn't want to answer the question
   
4. All of the above

The truth is, I was actually more amused than embarassed by the question that he had asked. I did feel a little embarassed, but I was really more amused, not just about the question, but about all the things that he went on to say after asking me the question.

Which is a good thing, in my opinion. Because, for me to able to laugh off something embarassing about myself with everyone else, shows me just how much I have grown after all these years.

Not dry skin

Currently listening to: Nothing

I went out again yesterday night, and this time, I can honestly say that I had fun. Not the whole night, but at least I had fun for a bit. Seriously, it really takes a bit of alcohol to get into the mood of dancing. Plus good company. The past few times, I haven't been drinking enough, and I was also just starting to get used to dancing with new company.

Anyway, I mentioned that I didn't have fun the whole night. That would be because, while I was on driver duty, I made the mistake of giving in to a drunk friend and sent him to get his car as requested. It didn't take me long to realise that I had done the wrong thing, but it was too late, as no amount of pleading could change his mind; he insisted on driving himself home. I eventually ended up in tears, to no avail, as he still drove himself home. I could only follow his car back to the house to make sure that he arrived safely.

I know a lot of people who aren't good drunks (drunks who obey you and let you take charge of everything for them), but by far, he must be the worst of them all.