Leaving Today

I decided to organize my mobile phones by buying one of those that are big enough to fit two phones. Last minute shopping. I regret getting a light pink one though because it would get dirty fast. Pies that Franklin gave with the claim that after I consume all that yucky medicine, I have to consume tasty food like pies. I think Chinese physicians classify pies as “toxic” food? But they were delicious.And SOMEBODY decided to surprise me before I leave to college by “borrowing” my calculator and then spraying it pink and bling-ing it. Interesting. I never had anything bling-ed before. Now it seems like I own more and more pink items.My suitcases are packed and I am all set to go. I would like to pack my piano with me and as for my blog, it might not get updated as frequently but it won’t die.

I skipped the Yayasan award ceremony yesterday morning just to make one last trip to my skin specialist over my allergies. Seems like my urticaria cleared up today just like the old lady at the chinese medicine shop said it would… or perhaps it was the modern medicine… or perhaps it was that Holy Novena that apparently never fails… hmmm… who knows?

I Skyped with Perry and I found out that he’s planning on growing his hair long. Shocking.

Oh and since I won’t have internet service temporarily for quite sometime to do a birthday post, Happy Birthday in advance to Stefan Lim. So here’s a Birthday tribute to you in advance…

1. You owe me dumplings!!!
2. Go learn how to wake up late.
3. Thanks for sparing your ears all the time. ^_^V

Traditional vs. Modern

I was supposed to go out with Franklin and Stefan for Xiao Long Bao dumplings hunting spree at Mitsu, Tarot and some other place (I forgot what where was the place) at 8.00AM this morning. Unfortunately, I had a urticaria relaspe at 2.00AM so I bailed out on them.

I was on Loratadine, Prednisolone and topical Fluticasone Proprionate (Cutivate) for five days. From my own observation, Loratadine and Prednisolone only seemed to suppress the inflamation. However, Cutivate does work miracles and the redness goes away pretty fast but that only seems to work for the face. Other parts of the body, after the redness subsides, there would be a faint shade of purple. Almost like bruises.

So I ranted to the Old Ones (also known as my grandmothers) and Grandmother 1 gave me a packet of Xia Gu Cao tea while Grandmother 2 asked me to take Lemon Balm plant baths.

Honestly, I have never believed in traditional Chinese medicine but I doubt that too much modern medicine for a continuous length of time is good either. So oh what the heck, I shall just give alternative medicine a try.

I had a whole pot of burdock water to myself yesterday, the purple bruise-like marks completely.  O.O

Urticaria disappeared as well but like I previously said, it relapsed.

Then, Aunty 2 recommended that I pay a visit to this traditional Chinese medicine shop at Jalan Padungan. Apparently her son had urticaria recently and after taking traditional Chinese medicine, it was fine the next day and the many days that followed. O.O

My dad took me to the shop this morning. The old lady there scrutinized me and then, came up with a concoction of liquids and powder. So I will conclude after several hours if traditional Chinese medicine or modern medicine works better to cure urticaria. This is so ironic coming from a student like me who’s preparing to study modern medicine.

And that old lady who is about 80 years old, she has no wrinkles at all, no liver spots at all, really fair and huh, has complexion better than those you see on the Elizabeth Arden commercial billboards. I wonder what she eats and uses everyday… O.O

Footer: I think being sick actually makes me smarter since it teaches me about drugs and symptoms.

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Courtesy Calls

Today I realized that I have been so irritated with XXX all the time that I just can't feel pissed anymore. It is like I have developed an immunity.

"Oh ya.. and not even a single congratulation from Gab but then i dun expect her to do so, its a courtesy," said XXX on Thursday who got XYZ Scholarship.

Bullshit and bullshit again, I didn't even know that XXX got XYZ Scholarship on Thursday.

Then again, when I got my JPA scholarship, what did Miss "Courteous" XXX say to me?

"Good..."

Haiya, some human beings. It is like they give you problems and expect you to give them diamonds in return. Cut me some slack.

Come on lah, you want me to be courteous? Here's me being very prim, proper and courteous.

CONGRATULATIONS YOU FOR GETTING A SCHOLARSHIP.

Looks like God has entrusted you to handle all of His loved ones' treasures. Oh do not worry about the hardships that you are bound to face because it is now all so clear that it is God's plan for you to study finance. God knows that the best career pathway for you in your wonderful life is the finance career.

My last piece of advise for you in life is to smarten up to not test my patience.

Ya, so once again. Congratulations.

Oh and today, I ate a Spicy Chicken McDeluxe.

Drugs, Michael Jackson

*Beep beep!* goes my Nokia N95 8GB while I was on my way to the skin specialist at 7.15AM.
”Michael Jackson died of cardiac arrest” says Mum.

My urticaria worsened over the night, angry red welts all over my legs, arms, hands, feet, waist and back.

“Doesn’t look so bad leh,” said Frankie at 7.00AM when he dropped by to borrow a calculator and saw my calamine-covered arms. Oh, just how dot…dot…dot…

At 7.30AM, I hear on the radio… “Michael Jackson died of cardiac arrest.”

Skin specialist gave me loratadine and prednisolone. Did you know that prednisolone is banned under the WADA anti-doping rules because it is a glucocortisteroid? I guess it’s true what Stefan always tells me that I am drugged. This reminds me of some fake doping drug Amy made up in her examination essay.

*Beep beep!* goes my Nokia N95 8GB again while I was in the car on the way to the lab.
”Michael Jackson is dead!” says Perry.

Then, I went to get a urine test done. I hate collecting urine. I think it is a torturing process especially when my bladder isn’t even full. Okay, too much details.

I had sio bee and a cup of warm Milo at a nearby coffee shop after that. After I took my medications and applied topical corticosteroid, I slept for 5 hours straight. When I woke up, aha, my urticaria improved by a lot. Just faint red patches on certain areas of the body now.

Then, I had Shanghai dumplings for lunch and when I went online…

”GABUS!!!! GABBY!!! MICHAEL JACKSON DIED!!!! I’M GOING TO WEAR BLACK TO GRIEVE!!!” said Amy.

”Not hyped up over the death of Michael Jackson?” said Stefan.

I think Michael Jackson literally threw away his life though. All that excessive skin-bleaching and plastic surgery. Imagine up waking up to face the mirror everyday, seeing the disaster you have inflicted upon yourself.

Urticaria and Rants

I developed urticaria and once again, I have no idea what’s the allergen. At first I thought I was bitten by some swarm of mosquitoes but later I came to realize that it was an allergy. Learning from experience, I had to muster every ounce of discipline to not scratch and all that itching made me wake up at 4.00AM today to surf through Facebook and catch a brief chat with Perry.I think people who inflict dermographic urticaria upon themselves are quite sick in the mind. I mean, you think getting urticaria is so fun ah? It is like… “hey cancer looks very cool to have!”

Anyway, I got ripped off (only he knows what I am talking about and this other he too) but not that is hasn’t happened before anyway. All I can say is…ah cowpoop and shrug it off. The Nokia 1203 phone... the Nokia 1203phone...
The motherboard died, so my dad bought me the Nokia 2630 to replace it since I needed a phone for my sub line. I think it looks quite nice for a reasonably cheap phone, I’ve never owned a white phone before.

Shooting jacket makes one look fat. Nevertheless, I love this photo.

New Theme: Signature Header

I bet some of you are thinking…

“Wtf! Why is her blog super pink!”Chill. 

It WAS super pink.

I guess after much tweaking and work, I still prefer my grey theme. I think it looks more professional. Haha!

But for a change, I’ll just leave this theme on for now until I feel like switching back to the grey theme.

News

Good news:
Looking forward to Christmas or maybe Chinese New Year. Last year’s Chinese New Year Eve was quite an unpleasant memory. I told my dad no need to buy me lunch today and I successfully cooked Cantonese fried noodles today with cabbage and prawns. I am so proud of myself. ^_^V

Disgruntled bad news:
The Nokia 1230 that I bought, officially died. I took it out of my handbag and saw that the screen was blank. It won’t charge up and neither can it be switched on. I took it back the the Nokia shop at The Spring. I only had that phone for ten days…

Ticking news:
6 more days left in town.

Linda said that her head was present at our gathering last week, I decided to help her find her head and I found it.

Clean Up, I.C

I used to wear a ribbon in my hair nearly everyday in primary school and secondary school. Gavin Wu said they look like dead leaves in my hair. Perry Tan said it was like I had a beacon on my head. So, now that school has ended… I decided to recycle my ribbons and tied a ribbon around each clothing hanger in my closet. I tidied up my room and arranged all those things that I won’t be bringing over to Sunway University College next week. So many things left and unfortunately, my suitcases are already too full. I wore this T-shirt to collect my new Identification Card. I realized the irony of wearing a T-shirt proclaiming “I Love London” to collect a Malaysian Identification Card at the registry. I look like some sort of blur banker/clerk with a too white skin tone in my new I.C photo. Well, at least it beats my old I.C photo taken when I was 12.

Words of Wisdom

Gabrielle:
I wish I can export my house to KL. My bed, my bathroom. My bed is comfortable. export gas stove. Oh export part time maid also, export washing machine too. You know lah, technology saves time. Oh...air conditioner...piano...toaster…microwave...oven...

Chun Hoe: 
Not practical la wei~~

Negative Growth

First, my height was 168cm…
At Kuching Specialist Hospital, my height was 166cm…
Today at Dr. Simon Wong’s (a gastroenterologist) clinic, I was 165cm…

I must be experiencing a negative growth spurt.
I received a Hepatitis B booster shot today and shit, I really hate Hepatitis B vaccination whether just a booster shot or the 3 shots. Any upper arm injections are always the worse.

Nurse: Not much flesh on your upper arm eh. I felt the needle touch your bone.

Next, I am supposed to get a flu jab. Shit. So MANY needles.

Anyway, here is an interesting article to read. It’s about Dr. Joseph Mengele, one of the most hunted of Nazi War Criminals.

An Afternoon Out

Despite the eczema on the left jaw line area of my face, I met up with some friends at The Spring today. I’ll just let the photos do most of the talking. We all met up at Sugarbun.
They dared me to try on the ugliest possible outfit in Factory Outlet Store. Mind you, the skirt was entirely sequined. So Geylang. That’s what I will be wearing on my first day in Sunway College.Basically, we went around shopping. There was kind of a buzz going on about taking photos of a G-string to show to Esther since she had no idea what it was. Anyway, MNG has a up to 50% sale! Got so many nice tops but unfortunately it’s quite pointless for me to buy them since they’re not very practical for college.Another group shot. This picture looks so colourful. I look a bit like a Japanese ghost or those Chinese opera ghosts.

Eczema: Thought it was “mushrooms”

I was itching like mad yesterday on the left cheek, neck, arm and stomach. Oh, I was bloody red too and I thought, “do I have some sort of fungal infection?? This is seriously one heck of a very itchy, very bad case of fungal infection if so…”

I went to show my dad, who said, “have you not been washing your face? People normally do not get fungus on their face.”

Totally redundant question. Not washing face=bad case of acne. Who wants that? Certainly not vain pots like me. It all itches and even itches more when the wind blows. So I stayed cooped up in air conditioned rooms the whole day since the heat made me itch even more. That’s why I couldn’t go out today with Cordelia and the rest this afternoon because my mum insisted that I’ll irritate my skin even more. How depressing. 9 MORE DAYS LEFT IN KUCHING!

After my parents came back from work, they took me to my skin specialist. Unfortunately, his clinic was closed. So, we went to our family general practitioner (G.P) for temporary relief.

The G.P got brainwashed by me I supposed, that I have a fungal infection and an allergy reaction to the anti-fungal cream. The GP’s advice was simply to wash and scrub cleaner.

G.P’s word of wisdom:
“Just use Lux soap. Like me, hair also wash using Lux soap, face also wash using Lux soap, body also wash using Lux soap. Not like the ladies ah, hair must use shampoo, then got facial cleansers and this and that.”

I’m beginning to think that all males just use one soap for head to toe. So far I know 4 males who do so… my dad, my sister’s XYZ and Rich-Brat-In-Australia and my family G.P. I’m betting that some of my readers (males) do the same thing too.

Me: Rich-Brat-In-Australia doesn’t even have a SINGLE pimple. That’s so unfair.
Sis: Neither does XYZ. Furthermore head to toe use just one soap.
Me: Eh that’s what Rich-Brat-In-Australia said too.
Me + Sis: *exchanges =_=” expressions*

So my dad took me to one of my skin specialists this morning, Dr. Dominic Songan. He took a look with a big magnifying glass and declared that it wasn’t fungal infection at all. In fact, it was eczema.

Bla bla bla about my skin being very dry so I am likely to get skin irritations from time to time so on topical corticosteroids and a temporary cleanser. Then, I went to have delicious kolo mee at Sister Cafe.

I Worked: Somewhat

I finally went to work this afternoon but I don’t get paid for what I do. Basically, I did some virtual renovation without the property owner knowing. Since I was in quite a tad bit of a grey mood thanks to a “Immune System Crash” (2nd degree on my personal scale), I decided to throw every single colour into my work. I still have to return to the hospital tonight for a reading. Clinic trips will be over the weekend for more tests and injections.

Now that I am done with work, I am jobless again. “Graping” as Rhema calls it.

Get it? Meng-anggur-ing in Bahasa Melayu. Anggur=Grape. Lame joke, I know.My POV: During my days of lounging around on the couch, I found out that “Howie Do It” is actually amusing while “The Duke” is quite a weird talk show.

Shell Scholarship

7.00AM… my “Ah Ma/Ah Pek” Nokia phone rings. I thought it was my alarm (even though I didn’t set the alarm this morning) so I slapped at my phone for the “off” button. Then my phone went silent and I went back to sleep.

7.05AM… my mum was yelling to wake up, Rhema needs to talk to you now. I dragged myself out of bed to answer her call. Now I’m awake and hungry.

So here’s the good news, Rhema got the Shell Scholarship (congratulations Rhe!) and she was at the Shell rehearsal and event. Apparently Rhema called because I was supposed too today because my name was listed too but I didn’t know about it.

I am sort of amazed that I got an offer. I thought I really screwed up the Shell Scholarship interview. I mean, I was babbling about global companies and the only thing I know about global companies is that they are global. When I left the Shell House, I was thinking… “what the hell”  to myself.

Apparently Shell gives a certain sum of money for any pre-university course at any place of choice.

Well, it’s good news but I’ve made up my mind to take the JPA Scholarship though.

Today is a very good day. Not only that Rhema got offered by Shell, somebody else finally grew a heart.

I believe that I owe Perry some gratitude (that I got offered by Shell) since he helped me with my “Why Petroleum Engineering?” essay for my application. Major correction, he narrated and finally resorted to writing it out because I couldn’t keep up with his speech speed. I edited.

Cookies? 

Food and…Hospitals…and Disasters

I had these piggy baos for breakfast. I think they are awfully cute. Shame they haven’t got a curly dough tail. Almost too cute to be eaten.I baked egg tarts today for the first time in my life. Another improvised baking success to add to my personal record. One thing about baking successes is that… it all goes out of one end of the body and down the loo. Not much dignity. I went to the hospital to get Mantoux Test done at Kuching Specialist Hospital at 12.20AM this morning. Argh. More needles stuck into me. I have to return to the hospital on Friday at exactly 12.20AM to get my test measurements done. See the black writing? The nurse did that…with a PERMANENT MARKER PEN. As you can see in the picture above, the nurse circled around the injected area and wrote down the date and time of the injection. I am debating mentally whether to wear long sleeves each time I go out for these few days or enjoy the limelight of strangers ogling at my arm. It’s like I’ve got a manufactured date/expiry date/convict number branded across my arm. ^_^V  I did some origami to kill time and… I gave up towards the end because the folds got too complex for my low origami skills. As you can see…or perhaps not… one was supposed to be a cat and one was supposed to be a unicorn. I call my “artwork”… FUTURISTIC THINGS.