I had the oppotrunity to meet a man today.. who was missing a part of his skull.. Hmm..

It all happened over lunch @ Blossom.

Well basically, this limping Indian man came to our table to ask us to buy kacang. Okay.. Not unusual.

But neither of us wanted any (Yannee was going healthy by eating her ‘lui cha’ and well I just didn’t want to be any more of a piece of pork) so we politely declined.

He went on to saying “tolong lah.. beli lah.. saya ada 6 anak.. “ blabla.. yknow.. in an almost.. begging kind of tone..

How do you ask a person to go away after he says all those things?!! It’s just kacang damnit.. buy from him only lah (I’m such a sucker right?)…

2 ringgit for a pack of horsenuts (err.. kacang kuda) which was.. hmm.. oily.

So normally they would walk away and leave you to peacefully have your pan mee lah.

But he pulled the chair beside me and sat down… HMM~~…. I feel uncomfortable now..

Engaged in some small talk and when he knew we were working in Seremban GH he went on to saying he was in some kind of accident and had to have part of his skull removed..

He then PRODDED his head and it was SOFT. Like… like… prodding a fat person’s butt. I think Yannee almost regurgitated her green lui cha crap (lol sorry). I guess it doesn’t hurt.. But doesn’t it like give you some sort of headache for directly prodding your brain like that??

Uhh.. I had nothing to say.. It was extremely uncomfortable with him sitting in our table with his basket of kacang.. And I sure as hell didn’t feel like making eye contact or anymore small talk with this peculiar Indian man who decided to take away our appetite for lunch by poking his brain in front of us.

He eventually left to sell more kacang.

And we left after not finishing my pan mee.. I was so weirded out by the incident I left the kacang behind.

I don’t know why I’m still thinking about it now. It’s a one-off weird encounter that happens sometimes.

I think I feel bad.. For not taking his kacang.. I feel like I’m insulting him in some ways.. By giving him the 2 ringgit and not taking his damn kacang and acknowledging his way of making a living. I was prejudiced from the start.

He’s just a man.. in an unfortunate situation of which he did not chose to be in. All he’s doing is trying to put bread on the table for his family and perhaps got carried away with his tragic life story. And I looked at him like he was some kind of crazy person.

Well I feel bad.

Sorry Mr. KacangMan.

Internet is back!

I’m gonna take a loooooong bath… Battle the breakouts with Dermalogica kau kau.. *sigH* Wish I bought that set of 3 masks from Origins…

*Hydrating mask + deep pore cleansing + 10 minute mask to rescue problem skin* Mask Marvels RM150 on promo!

After that I’m gonna do a body scrub *sigH* Wish I bought that Body Shop special edition Black Velvet body scrub. Smells sooo awesome…

Black Velvet Apricot body smoother. Special edition!! RM49

Unfortunately I didn’t buy either… So I’ll just have to settle with what I have…

After the long bath I think I’m gonna stay home and try out that instant scallop porridge for dinner.. With my sotong balls… And a cup of Milo??

It’s ok. I’m going home tomorrow. I’ll have home cooked food. With fresh green vege. And soup.

My Seremban home has been internetless for nearly 2 weeks now! And out of desperation my housemate and I have come to Foodtiam to heal our soul with FB.

So I last left off with Genting Trailblazer. I surprised myself by completing the whole 14km of running, hiking, sliding, climbing, falling, crawling and wading through mud pools.

Well I definitely didn’t die doing it, although I did come home with a limp. Barely halfway through the course, I sprained my ankle while running through the starting bits of the jungle hike. Just imagine slamming your ankle sideways on uneven ground with the full weight of your body. The PAIN. And that sickening CRACK. It’s still fresh in my memory. Ughh. By far the worst in my history of sprains. PF being my darling partner applied muscle rub for me and so many random people stopped to ask whether I was ok. This guy even offered to carry me. Wah.

After a while, we just had to be on our way. Slowly but surely, km after km, we came closer to the finish line.

It wasn’t as bad as I thought. The jungle bit made it an interesting course and the obstacle course made it downright dirty!

The water is salty.. How can highland water be salty??… Eww.

*slide into mudpool wheee~*

The VERY LAST obstacle before the finish line!!

No more shoez. Threw mine away in the hotel =P

We made it girls!! All 14km =)

We finished in 4 hours at 25th place in the Women’s Adventure category.

Everything was great. No regrets at all. I had an amazing time with the girls =) The next time we go up there, there will be no running and waking up early. It will be purely lazing around like pigs yeaH!!

Only bad thing that came out of it is my inability to walk in my pretty heels for the next few months =( =(

So this weekend is unlike any other.

Other happy weekends will consist of me waking up without an alarm clock at 10am, rolling around in bed for half an hour before getting out of it to go disturb the boyfriend. Ahh~ happy days.

This weekend I’m all EMO-ed and STRESS-ed out from this Genting Trailblazer thing. It’s a freaking con job ok. After registration for the 14KM run CLOSED onie they open registration for this charitable ‘GreenAid 3KM Fun Run’. Like WTH rite I register for 14KM of hell when I can take that RM190 to give to charity and guarantee won’t die running 3KM.

No. Cannot transfer registration to the 3KM run. I check already. Stupid.

You know how badly I’m going to suffer? I tell you ok.

The only ‘training’ I had was ONE time jog last week. They said we did about 3.5KM.

I ached for THREE DAYS.

And I was so traumatized I didn’t want to jog anymore.

So that’s my training.

*sigh*

Maybe I should go sprain my ankle tomorrow.. Hmm…

What do you do when all you need is someone to ask, “hey. u ok? tell me whats bothering u.”

It’s kind of the only comfort you need.

But you don’t get it.

Because letting out all your concerns (whether they are real or made up by PMS) would just add to someone elses stresses of the day.

But you hope that they get it and ask you anyway.

It’s just silly to hope and expect that isn’t it! Because you didn’t tell anyone you were upset in the first place.

But then again that’s the point because you don’t want to be someone’s responsibility.

It was raining.

He obviously was a victim of hydroplaning.

His car was smashed to pieces as he hit the divider.

And I don’t even know what happened to the oncoming car….

I hope someone spared them a miracle.

=(

Traumatized…

If I was 1 car behind… it would have been me smashing into him….

You know how 30 minutes can feel like an extremely long and painful hour?

When you’re a freaking pork (according to the boyfriend) and try to train for a 14km marathon run by the name of Genting-freaking-Trailblazer 2 weeks before the actual day.

You know I probably can’t even walk 14 km.

What more rush through 14km of golf course, jungle and muddy obstacle courses – all before lunch.

What got into us?

I think we got possessed by the temporary overwhelming ‘girl power’-spirit or whatever.

I PAID 190BUX to torture myself.. ohmygod..

I totally jinxed myself last weekend.

During an Old Town session with ChiChi & WeeN I proudly bragged how fortunate I was to have reasonable working hours and that the work itself isn’t all that stressfull (most times anyway). I went on to say, “I just don’t get how you guys can work till the sky turns dark!!”. Till today that’s still incomprehensable to me.

Everyone punches in at 8 then chills for 20 mins before they dissipate. As for me I almost always have donuts and coffee about 10.30 (just like those fat American policeman/Homer Simpson). Then at 4.30 everyone waits around for 5. And everyone seems jealous of this.

You know what!! Don’t be.

You chose your line and I chose mine!!

….

I regret bragging now. Cause I’ve been running around madly these past few days cause my more experienced colleagues are clearing their off hours; leaving me with a noobie and all the counsellings to myself. And what is with all 4 medical wards not having ANY PRP’s?!?!!

And as always.. everyone else is pretty hesitant when it comes to doing counsellings (why? – lazy/noobies)

I know.. When counselling wasn’t  my responsibility, I also lazy! *sigh* Now I have no choice =.=

Thankgoodness it’s another Friday tomorrow. I need PJ to heal my soul.

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I think I’m worried now. I’m not falling asleep as well as I used to (despite me buying a 30rm bolster).

Research project not yet start (no title oso omg die), a zillion PCP’s not done, haven’t clerk enough CP2’s, DIS article review not yet start, DIS querries not enough, CDR article review (stupidfcking R**za).

Runsing betul. Tidur pun tak lena.

All you finishing PRP’s don’t you come ere and brag ar. Claw off your privates then you know. MAOO~!!

*sigh*

Feel like going for a good drink tomorrow night.

i bought a bolster! i can’t wait to sleep.