Six degrees of separation

And so I was being lazy not studying. Was reading the blog of some far-off acquaintance I made back during my internship. And then I saw this link. A name that resembles my cousin's name. I clicked on it and whadya know ? It is my cousin. Well, this cousin of mine is someone that I didn't know of her existence until a couple of years of ago. Just in case you're wondering why we seem so distant.

Bet she doesn't know I'm secretly stalking her blog now. Muahahaha ....

Anyway, this same far-off acquaintance of mine is also the former classmate of a member of the B*tch Clan too. Talk about coincidence, huh ?

Ok, the next thing may kinda seem quite out of the topic of six degrees of separation, but it amazes me and so I'm gonna talk about it. (WHAT ? It's my blog wut !)

Previously, I had a rather close friend which I got to know in Form 6. Further into our friendship I discovered that we had actually attended the same tuition class back in Form 3. Amazing huh ? It's destiny ! She was destined to meet Angela THE GREAT.

Another coincidence is, I have this other friend from Form 6 too. One day I was looking at the picture taken during the awards presentation day for Kasturi tuition centre and guess what ? She was in the picture with me ! Isn't this miraculous ?

I just find it really baffling on how we are related to one another. Maybe one day I'd discover that a close friend of mine is actually my long lost sister. OK, I'll stop dreaming now.

Back to work.

One yet to another

WARNING: This post might bore you to death. Stop now before you regret.

Sitting in the car, waiting for mum, I looked across the street.

A & J restaurant. Hmm, this name certainly sounds familiar. And then the memories flicked right on.

It was a long journey with only the two of us. Approximately 4 hours of bus ride. The ride ended in Puduraya with me needing to use the toilet desperately. Yet, not only was the toilet @ Puduraya packed, it was also very 'clean'.

So, holding my heavy luggage and backpack, I held my pee on and took the LRT home. Reaching Cempaka station, her mum came to pick us up. On the verge of peeing in my pants, her mum decided to go to A & J for a take-away pulak. (Of course she didn't know I was about to produce pineapple juices in her car)

Finally, she decided to break the news to her mum.

'Oh no worries, the toilet at A & J is quite clean', she said. And in the end, I had my dinner there.

So that was the A & J story.

The point in writing this ? Well, certain events are sweet to me and are ingrained within me, no matter the simplicity. Just wanted to write my thoughts out.


Which reminds me of yet another story.

It was 7 am. The siblings finally came down. I opened my car door and let one foot step on the ground. I felt something soft, but not wanting them to wait for me, I didn't stop to check.

I got into their car. And the journey begun.

I started smelling something foul. And then I remembered. Something soft, hmm ...

I looked underneath my right shoe, and there it was ... the cause of the foul smell. I had bloody hell stepped on dog shit.




My face turned red hot. Should I break the news to them ? I just hoped that they wouldn't smell anything.

She started commenting. 'Why so smelly wun?'

I kept my silence. I knew I could still keep my secret, as we often pass-by areas which stinks greatly.

Finally, I decided to break the news when we were nearing the college. OMG, the embarassment I had to go through was freaking unbearable.

But the duo did not laugh though, props to them really. If it was me, I would have laughed my head off.

And that was the shit story.

Ok now you can fall asleep. Good bed time story, ain't it ?

I'm infected !

I'm infected yet again with the pre-examination depression !

Symptoms are: difficulty in focusing, excessive guilty conscience of having wasted time, insomnia and anxiety.

As a result, I'm glued excessively to the computer. Somehow, it helps to take my mind off pressing matters. Yet, before you realize it, time ticks off swiftly.

Doctor's recommendation: No point crying over spilt milk, do what you can now and results might not turn out as bad as you anticipate it to be. Nothing is impossible.

Better get back to work then.

Career

Dressed in a sleek black coat and a smart hat on my head, I walked towards the terminal. One hand pulling my travel bag, while the other holds my document bag.

As I walked, cold air touches my skin delicately. Around me, I could see duty-free stores and modern architectures.

When I got into the craft, my job begins. In front of me, is an array of buttons and lights. Behind me, are people I'm responsible for.

As it took off, edifice became little glittering lights. Clouds seemed to be within my grasp.



As it touches down, a great sense of satisfaction overwhelms me.

I got into the hotel booked specifically for the crew.

I settled down, got into something casual, took my backpack and went down into the streets. I roamed around for as long as time allowed. Equipped with my camera, I took every scene worth taking.

As I roamed the foreign realm, I got souvenirs for friends and family.

What a nice lifestyle.

The KLCC Premier Washroom Experience

Last Saturday I decided to lepak at cruise KLCC. Since it's the Christmas season, it was decorated with the usual over-sized Christmas tree. Nothing new yet it was still a sight nonetheless.

Since it was a weekend, of course the area was 'people mountain, people sea'. The queue to use the washroom was so freaking long ! At such, I took the opportunity to use the RM 2 Premier Washroom.

Upon payment, I was given this small little wet towel.

The washroom looked like any other washroom I've been to. Well, there are some differences lah. It was a tid-bit dryer and cleaner, it had an attendant, and there was some Bodyshop lotion and soap thingy to freshen you up.

When I got into the cubicle, the first thing that jumped at me was ME !



Heck, they actually have a life-sized mirror in the cubicle itself !

I wonder what is it for ? To stare at yourself as you pee-pee or poo-poo ? Maybe some people actually look extra sexy while they do their business. Or is it the expression on your face ? The one when you struggle to get that bloody brown shit from you know where.

After you're finished with your business, the attendant would dive straight into your cubicle to experience the newly scented room clean the throne almost immediately. This has certainly maintained the cleanliness.

Take a look yourself !

In the normal washrooms, I'm sure you'd see bits of tissue paper here and there or little black shoe prints. Well this is certainly much better, ain't it ?

Finally, the baby

I'm afraid those allegations are true. I WAS pregnant.

A bottle of booze, a night at the hotel and I was done for.

9 months and 10 hours of labor later, meet my baby Ashley Lim.

So I'm not fat 0k, just pregnant.

Did you actually believed me ? I was just kidding. Of course I'm NOT pregnant lah. If you read my previous posts, you'd recognize the baby. It's my new cowzen !

After missing many opportunities to meet her, finally the day has come. And OMG she is sooo cute !

Just look at her toes ...




Doesn't it look like small little grapes you could easily pluck off ?

And when she sits on my lap, she would rock continuously. Like you know, those horsy games when kids sit on your lap ?

I have found my new love ....

Hurt

How does it feels to get hurt?

Somehow the sensation comes from the heart. Your heart aches so badly it feels like it has been stabbed over and over again by a knife. No wonder we call it heart-break.

As you struggle with the pain, tears start gathering around your eyes.

Your mind goes into the berserk state. It wouldn't stop spinning, trying to find the answers to the why and how. And that's the hardest part.

So many reasons are spun that we don't know what's the truth anymore. The most pathetic thing is to deceive ourselves from the sheer truth.

Sometimes truth can be so mean. It can crush us to the very core.

Yet in the end, we have to accept the reality and move on. That's the only thing we can do. If not, we'll be left trapped in the past, and the aching sensation would never go away.

I hope you will learn to understand this soon.