Yes.
Happy Birthday to me.
I am officially 22 years old now.
Feeling older day by day and one step closer to death.
Yeah.
Vulgar words to celebrate my birthday.
So today is just like any other day.
Work, writing articles, eat, sleep and walk around at my house.
My Dad forgot my birthday. I think.
He is now at Johor and I expect some message or phone call from him.
But nothing happen.
I'm still giving him a few more hours of chances to say happy birthday to me.
Dad, pls call.
My Mom remember Earth Day, but not my birthday.
Well, few months ago my youngest sister said:
"Big Jie Jie, I will buy cheese for you as your birthday present."
And few minutes ago,
I really got cheese from her.
Thank You Ah Xuan.
Cheese.
I think she and my 2nd sis discussed about it.
My 2nd sister bought it I think.
This is what she bought.
Happy Birthday Yew Weng Sze.
Few days of laziness is a catalyst.
I'm lazy to write blog now.
Everyday is like everyday is one of the reasons,
nothing special to blog about really.
My like is miserable, normal, and more miseries are waiting for me.
The 2nd reason is I don't really wanna on the laptop.
Writing articles for a social network page, doing plenty plenty plenty of research is tiring and eye staining.
I can feel my eyeballs are going to fall off anytime.
Writing blog just makes me feel like My eyes are gonna explode.
I'll probably look like that.
Not now. I hope not forever.
Plus recently there's something going on in my family.
Gosh.
After a long peaceful life,
there's definitely something happen to ruin everything.
Can't I just live my life peacefully and happily?
Something is wrong with my grandma.
She said her vision is blur which it never happen before.
Of course, it scared the shit out of me.
According to My Mom she is fine now,
my aunt brought her to the optician and the optician said it's ok, nothing bad,
probably high blood pressure.
Hopefully is something minor, not big.
And of course, the hamster pet.
One of the hamsters has wound and fur starting to fall.
My Sis said take the hamster to the vet, but my mom refuse.
And this is where the problem started.
Damn.
That is why I don't really engage myself with pets.
Tons of negativeness going on,
My Boyfriend is here to hear everything.
Thank You.
And a book I bought that day,
it's a nice book.
Simple and entertaining and lovey dovey.
I don'treally need to use that much brain power.
My brain is stress enough,
I don't need more challenge to pressure my brain.
I'm just glad I have my own little world and imagination.
Unicorns everywhere.
Reality sucks.
So last Saturday I went to a mall to spend my book vouchers.
And I spent it like a boss...... with my youngest sister.
You can tell which are mine and which are hers.
Mine are like...... More mature I guess.
Sometimes I read her books too,
when I am bored by my own book that I bought myself.
So far, I read a book.
The Notebook.
It's a very beautiful story.
I really really really really really really really really really really really love this book although it's my first time reading it.
It's about love, OBVIOUSLY.
You just have to read it yourself.
There's also a movie based on this story.
Too bad I watched the movie first before I read the book.
Ryan Gosling will forever be Noah and Rachel McAdams will forever be Allie.
The book and the movie are nice.
Just...... the feelings of reading the book and watching the movie is different.
I cried watching the movie,
I cried even harder reading the book.
A toilet roll was beside me all the time when I was reading the book.
My nose is already blocked because of the flu,
crying makes it 10 times worse.
I can't breathe for the past 2 nights.
But it worth the nose block.
It's really a very good book.
I really hope everyone in this world will consider adding this book in their reading list.
It will made you laugh and cry and laugh again.
Such a lovely book :)
Sore throat and flu hunt me.
And now, I'm sick.
Yes please.
Bring me some damn whiskey, maybe my throat will recover by next day.
Bad flu and sore throat.
My throat is itchy and it hurts when I swallow.
My nose well...... block. I CAN'T BREATHE.
This is me right now.
Pretending to swallow air to see if my throat still hurts.
It still hurts. And itchy.
My voice broke a lil, high pitch note just appear in the middle of my great speech.
I can't eat cake, my uncle made Tiramisu today and I can't eat it.
There's potato chips, chocolates, corn flakes and many many many stuffs and I can't eat.
I can only eat bread and sesame spread.
There is still a bottle of Heineken in the fridge,
I heard people said beer cures sore throat.
I wonder will it work.
And my nose.
Terrible nose block.
I can't breathe. My lungs need air.
I am practically sucking air, not breathing, but sucking air.
It's like I have to breathe and move my head from the front to the back,
just to suck more air.
One of my nostrils is block,
this is good enough because I smell dust and the smell of air.
Other times I was like:
I just wanna breathe.
At this time,
I actually have a few things in my mind now to post.
Road trip part 2 and books and tons and tons of other stuffs.
But my stupidity stop me from doing it.
Urgh.
Sometimes I even wonder am I retard or something.
I was texting My Boyfriend and all of the sudden...
"Message sending FAILED"
Dafuq.
I forgot to reload my credit.
I went out for the the whole evening and I forgot to reload.
What was in my mind that time?!
Oh yea, Ikea, books, curry puffs, hot dog and ice cream.
So I realize I need to reload my credit,
I choose to reload via my bank account.
E-banking they say.
I haven't register e-banking function so I'm a first-time users.
They require my access number and PIN number.
Dafuq what is access number.
I yelled at my laptop for 10minutes.
My Mom even gave me the poker face.
Then I realize it's in my confirmation letter.
A poker to me, from me.
And then I realize why after I key in my access number and pin,
WRONG PIN
WRONG PIN
WRONG PIN
WRONG PIN
WRONG PIN
I ended up calling the bank's customer's service.
After talking to them,
I'm a little calm.
I decided to Google what's wrong with my registration thing.
"User have to register themselves at the ATM to activate the E-Banking system before registering E-Banking via computer."
I should really...... go have some milk.
I think I should blog this.
This is about a dinner/supper that I had with my friends last week...... I think. I forgot.
Short term memory loss.
Anyway,
I remembered it was a rainy night because I remember there were heavy rain and lightning......
I think so.
So I got a msg from a friend called Chiling because he is the one in charge of fetching the whole group of people to the dinner spot and each of us were scattered all around the state.
Most importantly,
HE HAZ CAR.
He is one great guy. HAHAHA.
Anyway, he fetched me first and I arrived home late,
he waited in the car, in front of my house for 15 minutes I guess.
I'M SORRY.
I REALLY AM.
So time to fetch another human~
It's really really jam in my place, traffic was really really bad.
We stuck in the same road for almost 30 minutes.
Because of I am guilty for letting him wait, I decided to talk to him.
And you know, when girls talk...... AIN'T NO ONE TALKING.
I think he was feeling like that for like 1 hour.
I kept asking him questions and he didn't give me respond.
Poor guy.
So we reach BFF Jessica's house, we got lost in her housing area but it's okay.
When Bff Jessica got into the car, I think his eardrum gonna explode anytime.
And we are off to Joyce's house.
So Jessica is pointing which road should he take,
he didn't believe in Jessica, he chose Waze.
And Jessica lost it.
If I were Chiling, I'll take her words seriously.
Everything she said, I'll answer YES YES YES YES YES YES.
And after tons of nagging, laughing and yelling, we finally arrived at Joyce's place.
Things calm down a little because all of the sudden,
Chiling called her and spoke softly.
He never spoke softly to Jessica and I,
and I thought Joyce, Jessica and I are LADIES.
Jessica lost it again. She was practically nagging Chiling again. HAH.
I need my poker face.
FEAR ME. My poker face is Lagy Gaga by the way.
So 4 of us on the way fetching another guy called Marcus Chee.
We talked, but didn't scream because we fear we might break the car's window.
High pitch + high amplitude.
It was a hard drive. I wonder if we go to a road trip together.
Driving all the way with this face.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
So we finally reach 1U and we saw Marcus Chee.
He said we were very noisy.
Our voice almost bomb the car/ear.
Too bad, mouth is for eating, swallowing, talking.
I'm tired.
I think I'll continue tonight.
So I just finished my shower.
Had a hardcore workout session with le Youtube.
I need a workout buddy like either Arnold Schwarzenegger or Sylvester Stallone.
Determined, motivated, and HARDCORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And get my hot body and be sexy and everybody be like JEALOUS JEALOUS JELLY.
Dat ass.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I want that ass and small waist.
Anyway, that is not the point.
Just now when I had my shower,
I was thinking about the title/theme for my blog post today.
I hang the shower head, and I just stand and let the water hit my back.
I thought of writing about places I wanted to go, but then,
I GOT NO MONEY. So I gave up on that title.
I thought about writing my ambition.
Dafuq I got no mood to write about my ambition.
I thought of writing about my choice of music,
I can predict it's gonna be along one, so I thought about the content first.
All of the sudden...
"Why my eye feel so pokey?"
When I turn around and look at the mirror,
DAFUQ AN EYELASH STUCK AT MY EYEBALL.
An eyelash STICK at my eyeball.
Why will an eyelash stick at my eyeball.
I double triple four-ple five-ple look at the mirror,
great.
An eyelash did stick at my eyeball.
And it's poking my eye.
I thought eyelash suppose to keep things out of my eye.
Urgh.
I tried to wash my eye with the shower head.
WATER GET INTO MY EYES!!!!!!
And I hope it will wash the eyelash away.
But instead of that,
my eye was over washed, it hurts.
It feels like that.
My eye is the car.
Dafuq.
I can't take it anymore,
that hair is going into my eye, I panic, I almost scream in the bathroom,
Therefore, I push my eyeball.
This is one moment that I hope I can cry so my tears can wash that hair our of my eye.
I pushed and pushed and pushed,
I can feel my eyeball is gonna fly now anytime.
Because this thing is scaring the shit out of me,
I don't wanna end up like Nick Fury,
I choose a much gentle way - Rub my eye.
I rub and rub and rub,
and I found an eyelash stick at my finger.
I'm a little happy because an eyelash stick at my finger.
Another thing is, is that the eyelash who stick in my eye, or a NEW eyelash.
