The eye bags around my eyes are real evidence to my unfitful sleep. I’m not sure how I had it, but by 10.30pm, I was ruling the toilet bowl with my retchings. The tummy upset was very upsetting and caused bad muscle cramps on my tummy which I’m very susceptible to.

There goes my dinner and my milk tea combo. I’m really not sure what I ate to cause such an upset to my stomach. I ate whatever was served to me by mom, whatever my family ate, I eat it too. Strange how none of them were affected by whatever that ails me.

The stomach upset made me lose my sleep since I had to constantly wake up and empty the contents or whatever was left in my stomach. The funny thing was, during the day, I was as fit as a fiddle but at 10.30pm exactly, my stomach turned into twists.

As a matter of fact, I could still feel my stomach clenching and unclenching itself due to the aftermath of last night. I’m not going to risk anymore emptying of stomach contents, so I’m happily taking in my pills that relieves stomach upset and crams. I always have those pills in my storage as repeated events of these happens to me quite often.

Anyway I was reading the auto insurance quotes given to me by an insurance agent in Kangkar Tebrau. She’s the one of the rare ones that gives insurance to old cars like mine and with good rates too.

I’m getting sleepy.. I think I’ll catch with my loss of sleep now. See ya later!

I need a new set of office wear clothing and new shoes!!! I know I’ve been slacking off on my office clothes but I didn’t realise the severity of it until a few days ago. Now I’m stuck with the chore of clothes shopping. I don’t mind shoe shopping since it’s very easy to me but office wear shopping… ugh! That is one thing that I’m terrible at.

I prefer my clothes to be colourful and have a slight taste of life and essence in it. So if I have to choose a black suit with whatever stripes to a simple batik prints sundress, I’d gladly take the sundress. However the blouse from Free People, its a brand name, found below does look nice, at least it’s not a funeral procession all-black design. (>”<)

And what in the world is the problem with shoe makers these days? All the covered toes shoes are either strangling my poor toes or trying to chop it off. It is more horrifying when the shoes start to bite on my heels and cut off my blood circulation. Whatever happen to comfortable comfort shoes?

Are Crocodiles, Scholl, Alan Deon, Americaya, Hush Puppies and that other well known brand that I can’t remember, the only ones who make shoes for the OUCHY-FEET people like me?

I am seriously thinking that shoes makers are trying to cut off our feet and make feet mannequins out of it.

Dad is in hospital for suspect of partial stroke. It looked that way to me since his whole left side of the face is paralysed. Had a slight panic during the first 36hrs of the incident and was nagged by my family GP to send him to the hospital before the crucial 48hrs of full stroke to take place.

You can just imagine how panicked and stressed out I was. Previously, it had happened before but after 24 hrs and a through traditional massage, the partial stroke was gone. That was 10yrs back. Now it relapsed again.

So now he is warded in the hospital after I send him to Changi General Hospital. He is warded at ward 49, bed 10. Currently I’ve gotten news from the doctor that his case was just an overlap of nerves but they are not taking it for granted and has warded him for a through check up.

 Now I am waiting the doctor’s verdict whether he needs the CAT Scan or not and the MRI. Dad just called up to inform us of the news and I’m going to visit him again later in the day. Not sure if I will be heading back to JB today but highest possibility I need to as there are a few things for me to settle. Currently I’m lodging at my sister’s place in Singapore.

Will update about news of Dad later.

It’s getting quite tiring being the Miss Smiley when everything that revolves around me is not the that cheery. I’m really getting a bit frustrated at what some people had thought of me, always thinking that I’m the evil person here.

Well hello, say and do what you guys want to do. I don’t give a twit about it. I will always keep a tight hold on the motto that my beloved grandma used to say, “Whatever you do, people will always talk. So let them talk until they die from it. And if you think you’re in such a bad condition, look further, there is someone else who is in even worse position than you.”

So in other words, don’t keep pestering me with so many problems or one day I might blow up. By then, I don’t care what will happen. I hate to always be the punching bag, the Smiling one while being pressured by some idiots. I have my limits and no way I will let someone overpower me like that.

I am not perfect, I am not rich. But I have my limits. You know who you are, so stop it or else.

I’m still cleaning up and busy rearranging what is left of my other messy items from my moving. There are loads of things to throw, which I had conveniently forgotten to before moving over. I’m a lazy person by nature when it comes to throwing nostalgic things.

I’ve found quite an interesting set of things while cleaning and moving around. Some of them are my eldest brother’s Coca Cola set (I’m itching to throw them brother…), my old currency notes collection, stamp books, sticker books and a few empty bottles of weightloss pills which I use to store all my coins in.

Quite amazing what these major clean ups can really do. I manage to throw all the necessary things, find my lost items and search for now-missing-tools. I’ve still yet to complete rearranging a place for my dad’s tools. That’s a mess I’d wrestle on Sunday. I need extra help on that, anyone interested?

Oh yeah, I’ve just been informed that Zackire.com would most probably go offline or get suspended momentarily for the next few days or weeks depending on how fast my eldest brother can clear up my bill for me. I’m broke, real MAJOR BROKE now to pay up for my renewal of site. Used too much of my funds for the moving house.

Haiz…

Woohoo!! It’s Eid Mubarak and I had so much fun on my first day of my Raya Aidlifitri (Eid Mubarak) except during my visit to THAT house.

First of, we went off to Singapore to visit my grandpa. I don’t mind visiting him and exchange stories and news with my Aunt Ana but I hated going to that place ever since that new maid of his told me off when I was there a few months back. I could still that bitter taste of insult she threw at me while I was making merry conversations with my Aunt Ana while she was having dinner. It goes like this…

I’ve not been to that house for a year or so since grandma died and I was excited to head there when I finally got my passport back. Even though I had reached that house at 7pm, I was still very excited and happy to see them again. Being happy and excited I was, I became overly hyper and talked and laughed loudly with my Aunt.

It was Maghrib time but since the atmosphere in the house was so bloody quiet and tense, I tried to live it up by making loud and merry conversations. Unfortunately that new maid didn’t quite fancy my conversation and told me off to shut up while Atuk was praying in the enclosed room of his.

It was highly insulting!!! First of, I was a guest in the house and I haven’t step into it for years. Second I’ve practically lived in that house for years of my life and I know how my grandad was and it was a habit of his to always close the door for prayers. He has never been affected by any noise when he was praying. I know that as a Muslim we have to respect prayers time by keeping a hushed conversation but to ask me to shut up while I was conversing with my Aunt was f@cking insulting.

Thirdly, she has no rights whatsoever to even demand me to shut up. She’s not the owner of the owner but just an employee. I’m the grandchild here, not her. I took care of my Aunt YEARS back before she was even employed. I took care of my grandparents YEARS LONG before she was even recognised.

The barb curses and insult were at the tip of my tongue when she told me off. In respect to my late grandma’s memories I just smiled instead. I was remembered of the times my late grandma always advising and reminding me that it’s OK to back down in a fight especially when faced with a bloody insignificant idiotic simpleton. Her advice was “Let them say and insult you, Let them take all of your sins, Let them take another step closer to hell”.

I had initially wanted to stay longer in the house but after that moment, I waited for my grandad to finish his prayers and took my leave. Even though it was painful to leave him after a short visit, the pain in my heart and insult to my face and dignity was even more painful. It was so painful that the moment I stepped out of the lift, I had burst into tears..

The sweet memories of my time all the while I had created in that house ended that day. There are no more new sweet memories for me to create there. However I will forever cherish the bittersweet memories of my childhood memories I have of my grandparents especially my late grandma. I could just imagine my late grandma nagging and screaming her head off if she were to find out what that idiotic maid did to her guest.

That house is no longer meant for me. That house, is now just an empty vessel that housed my beloved memories.

Kami Tak Bersamamu! DIGI should change their catchy jingle motto into that which is translated into English as “We are NOT with you” instead of the usual “We are With you”. I am very irritated with their billing service, extremely irritated.

I went to Singapore on Monday and returned home to JB yesterday. Before I headed of to my motherland, I had topped my prepaid number with an extra Rm30 thinking that should there be urgent calls, I’d answer them since the charging rates for overseas is a killer. It was a smooth ride to Singapore but it wasn’t a great stay for my handphone account.

In my whole stay there, I received a large number of calls and most of them was unimportant. Previously before DIGI upgraded their system to so called serve us better, they didn’t charge me a cent for my unanswered calls in Singapore even when the callers had reached my voice mailbox. This time however, they set out a huge chopper sharp and shiny and chopped off RM4 for every unanswered calls that reached my mailbox.

From RM31.10 to a meager Rm11.20!! I am not satisfied, not happy and certainly hated DIGI billing service. If I had known they’d do this to me, I’d just simply switch off my phone before I leave Malaysia and let my mailbox do the information relation of my Singapore number.

This billing system is not serving the consumer better, its serving our heads along with our bank account on a gold platter to DIGI. It is certainly a Kami TAK Bersamamu when it comes to billing terms. Grr..

I did call the customer service up the moment I reach home. EVEN to get their customer operator was a long and winding road, had to press this number, press that number all for that customer service operator. I tell you, by the time anyone who wishes to complain finally manage to talk to the operator, our patience would be at an end and a series of shouting fever would follow.

For all DIGI users out there in Malaysia, turn off your phone or your mailbox if you ever want to venture out of Malaysia. No point of wasting Rm4 for every unanswered call.

It has been almost a year plus since I last stepped into my motherland even though I’m right across the border. Things have changed alot since then and all of my favourite haunts have come and gone. There are things which I miss like the food, clean environment and there are a lot of things which I don’t like the MRT and the expensive travelling rates.

The price of chicken noodle in Far East Plaza last time used to be $2.50 each and yesterday when I stepped in and quench my yearning for my favourite food, the price has increased to $3.3o each and the chicken can be countable as pathetic. All the food has been economised. Big bowls now left with only the big bowl with lesser servings. But the shopping, wow.. things are quite remarkable and affordable. But after doing my quick exchange rate, JB is still the best.

But the night life and night drive is enjoyable. I finally were able to meet my old friends whom had been dying to meet me. Unfortunately only Lisa and her husband were able to meet me since I came in late, all thanks to my late chauffeur. Nothing has changed in Kent Ridge Park and the view is still as beautiful as ever.

The outing to Orchard and Clark Quay were kind of stressful to me. I’m so used to hop in and hop out to my exact location or nearest carpark however yesaterday was a test of my endurance and stamina. Sadly to say my stamina is terrible, my feet were aching, I was dehydrated and I keep searching for the nearest seat or foot reflexiology during my walkabout. I really missed JB badly then, there, I can find my foot reflexology at every mall for tired shoppers like me.

Already I had to compete for the entrance to the train and seats in the MRT, then I had to march from Dhoby Ghaut station to the interconnecting North East Line to take the train to Clark Quay. I can bet I lost a good amount of fats and water on my walk.

At least the walk to Clarke Quay was worth it. I made it in time for the sunset and the view was as fantastic as I last remembered. The river side walk was littered with artistic seats and gazebos. Couples can be seen everywhere and anywhere. The food was unfortunately were not for me. Its a clubbing and pubbing area, so no way can I get a yummy plate of Halal food unless I head for the the nearest Banquet or fast food outlet.

As much as I love Singapore, I have to cut my trip short and have to head back to JB tomorrow. I have work to complete, errands to finish and customers to pester with. Oh yeah for those who knows me, DON’T CALL ME!! Just SMS/ FB or email me if its urgent. The calling rates here using M’sian number is a killer lady.

I’m feeling a bit down under the weather. I could feel my body taking the brunt and trying their best to fight whatever illness that has been plaguing my body for weeks. No it isn’t the swine flu since the doctor only diagnosed the carrier of the sickness, my little sister, as just a normal cold.

Even my daily supplements and continous intake of plain water by the bottles doesn’t seem to work these days. I’ve waking up feeling sluggish and very tired but I can solely fault my inability to sleep properly, finally sleeping at 2am every night even when I force myself.

My throat feels a little sore and today is the worse day of the month. I can’t even think or open my eyes properly. My little sister’s off tune singing sounds like a fingernails scratching the chalkboard. Ouch!

Anyway I managed to get the prices of the patio sets that my friend was looking for her back yard. Looks sooo nice…

I think I need to lie down for a while and call in sick. Not feeling well..

I try to make this post as simple and sweet as I can. I’m solely blaming the really snail paced connection of accessing any websites/ servers outside SE Asia on TM. I’m not sure what they have been fiddling with but all I know, my inability to access the sites outside SE Asia is making me grit my teeth.

I did complain to them days back and it turns out that the problem had started on the eve of April Fool. So who is going to bear the cost of my business going down the drain? Damn it… To download the emails takes 30mins and that is the best they can do. Grr.. back to old 22Kbps is it?

Cut it short, anyone interested in taking some diet pill to cheat your way out of the fats? Just visit the link. In the mean time, I’m going to find a way out of this slow connection.