Little Dowager

The other day, my friend caught an Oriental Whip snake.

So green, so bright, so pointy, so beautiful. So matching with its yellow underbelly, it looks almost fake to me.

Go take a look.

4kg down. Maybe I should eat more papaya.

Not sure how many cms down though.

Happy.

The other day I wrote about this.

I got surprise.

What a great way to start the weekend.

I remembered I drew it when I was in Sec.1, but somehow I just couldn’t remember what it is called…

I need your help. I’ve been searching up and down for the name of this plant. I can’t get hold of any hi-resolution pictures that I need If I don’t have its name. Please, help me identify it!

It’s a “palmy” kind of plant, and that pod thingy is the “flower”.

And I just checked, it’s not to be confused with Bird of Paradise.

haha… okay. I JUST found out that the plant is known as Heliconia.

My drawing quite o-kay lah hor?

I was reading my classmate’s blog bout her exchange study trip to the Great Motherland.

Apparently, the lecturers there do not conform to structure are not as efficient as the ones back home. They are very “te-lented” but all they care about wholedaywholelife is to take as many smoking breaks as possible.

Worst still, they had a new bitch in charge of the people from my course. I’ve heard a lot about this one-hell-of-bitch lecturer from my classmate.

Below is the excerpt from her blog..

Yesterday, she gave some bloody harsh comments bout our presentation. Somehow i know its lame, but its essential what. I can even dont care bout my image and act as such a person and she said we made no effort?! After the comments session, it was time to go. Tears of extreme anger flowed out. I suddenly missed my friends back in S’pore very much( you guys know who you are)… I was really angry, as she insist taht we did not put in effort, but after they rounded things up, she said “Effort from everyone is 100%, definitely.” Like WHAT THE FUCK!??! Then 4 of us was standing at aside after everyone was gone from that room, discussing whether or not we should go find her to talk. I was insisting that it will be useless. We did expect her to say alot of stuff but saying, “I’m not being harsh or what but i think your presentation… … … ( during this period, she was looking for the right word, and keep doing some hand movement ) its quite lame.” I wasnt shocked by it, but she got worst after this “I’m afraid that you guys scored very badly.” I cant rmber what she was saying, because most of the time, i was staring at her, plotting of a way to kill her. I even plot to feed her food with rat poison, making her have diarrhoea till she dehydrate into a dry pigeon.

The last part is just damn hilarious. Instead of just naming the lecturer in question with her initial (fyi, P), from today onwards, I will refer her as “Pigeon” instead.

Heng, she’s not teaching my area of specialism! Scarly I kena bird flu…, how?!

Today, I popped into my student’s place for another session of tuition. I arrived 30mins late (when was I ever punctual?) cause I came down from my school.

When I saw them playing outside, one of the boy told me he’s not free today.

WTF?!

Why, what are you up to? “Er, I want to go to my friend’s place. ” Huh?! Do you know when are your exams? “Er, I got english exam tomorrow.” Then you still don’t wanna have tuition?! “But today so late lah….” (At this point, I felt a tad guilty) Why didn’t you tell me in advance? “I asked my mum (Actually their stepmum, and I can’t stand her.) to give me your number, then she didn’t give.” Fine. We exchange number. Next time inform me in ADVANCE. “Orh.”

It’s not that I can’t be bothered to make an effort to insist on having tuition. Cause even if I force them to study, they wouldn’t be able to concentrate at all when their hearts are yearning to be at somewhere else.

And that’s a fucking waste of our time. No?

I tolerate. Only 3 more sessions to go before my new term begins.

Lately I’ve been feeling real tired. Both physically and mentally.

Why oh why, do my muscles keep aching?! Usually they don’t take so long to stop aching, and everything I do aches. I can’t straighten my arms cause it hurts. I can’t even walk properly on the bus yesterday. My thighs felt like as though they’re about to give way, as I move precariously to the back.

As I sit, I lowered myself slowly. As I climb the stairs, I climbed slowly. As I walk to the library, I walked slowly – ended up scorching myself longer in the mid noon sun.

Other than that, I feel rather drained nowadays. Haven’t been able to sleep well, even though I am really weary.

And things are not looking up. Just as I thought I am 20% into a project, a sudden decision on the client’s part made my progress fall back to 10%. I have to chuck my mood board idea and my color scheme and recreate all over.

Wah lao, all of the sudden want to put in a green in the color palette. I love green, but I don’t like their green. It’s not pine green, not grass green, it’s not leafy green. It’s NOT EVEN olive green. I can’t show you the green, but it looks like an old-faded-army-water-bottle.

I’m irked and displeased with the last minute changes, I don’t even feel like continuing.



Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

Life’s a fucking bitch lah.

I wanna scan some stuff, but my printer cum scanner can print, but cannot scan. I don’t wanna uninstall it cause I don’t know where is the freaking CD for the device.

Technical shits. Reminds me of how sometimes lecturers and teachers always wanna use some fancy-schmancy things to teach the class and ended up wasting the entire period cause they actually don’t know how to use it the device turned its nose away from them and refused to work.

Technical shits. It’s shits like that make me wanna break down at time.

Two years ago, I would name this Project Air Stewardess (not because I wanna be an air waitress!). Heck, maybe even Project Jolin. You know why? Pretty pretty outside, but inside empty one.

One year ago, I would have named it Project Diet. Just focus on the ideal, and diet relentlessly till I achieve my goal (for your info, I was 4kg short of my ideal 49kg).

Today, I wanna call it, Project Health.

When I started dropping hair more than eight months ago, I thought my previous maid put “black majik” on me. Afterall, I was pretty demanding and difficult towards her (but I never hamtum her hor!). It was only after she went back to Indonesia that it finally dawned on me that, there is no such thing as “black majik”, and there must be something wrong I took or did that started the hair-shedding mechanism.

Could it be the diet pills I took? Can’t be, cause I had already been taking it one year prior to the incident.

Could it be due to the wax vapors I inhaled when I did my batik assignment in the Print Shop? Can’t be, I had already inhaled it when I did my mega-2metres-long Art project for O-level.

Could it be the weight I gained back? Could be, cause I have never gained so much in such a short time.

Could it be the milk I’ve been drinking? Could be; I never like milk, but it’s only earlier this year that I started taking it with cornflakes - Cause I like its flavor.

Just to be on the safe side, I stopped taking the diet pills (mummy took it away from me!), I stopped visiting my favorite technician at the Print Shop cause I wanna stay away from the chemicals in there (partly cause I’m usually too busy to gelek gelek around), and I treat my current maid much much better.

HOWEVER, I didn’t stop gaining weight (can’t help it!) and I forgot to stop drinking milk.

I had been avoiding the weighing scale like plague cause I can’t bear to face it. Just imagine how shocked I was when I discovered that I am back to where I was, when I stood on the scale yesterday.

Shock, I am. Embarrassed, I’m not. Worried, hell yesss! I don’t wanna end up with hypertension and diabetes before 30 you know? And I haven’t achieved my ambitions yet!

Therefore, my Project Health will have certain guidelines I have to adhere to. Guidelines coming up later. (I hope…)

After a mind-numbing session of tuition (what a freaking bore…), I popped into my family clinic, which is tucked away at a corner at a residential estate.

Man… This doctor. I’ve been seeing him for as long as I can remember. I don’t fall ill often, but when I’m really sick, he’s the first person that comes in mind. (I only go polyclinic to fake for MCs, haha)

Every time when I enter his room, he’ll greet me like an “ever-shining morning glory”. I feel almost better instantly. I’ve always been plagued with autoimmune shits like asthma, eczema, and the latest being the hair problem. He never failed to make me well again, giving me “majik potions” and injections when needed to.

However, lately I’ve been having doubts about doctors. My lecturers often advised me to seek second opinion when it comes to medical treatments and diagnosis. And then, I read bout how some doctors anyhowly recommend treatments and prescribe drugs to their patients just so they could leech off more money from them and from pharmaceutical companies.

Suddenly it seems we can’t even trust our doctors.

I feel very bad now ‘cause I doubted my family GP. I left his consultation room feeling optimistic and hopeful. But now I sit here, feeling skeptical instead.