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The Effin C Overtook Me.

I know i haven’t been blogging much, sorry.
My cough really took it’s toll (raging one it was!) on me this week.

Have you ever had a cough so bad, it made you go into a coughing fit till you threw up?

I can now raise my hand and say i have, though it’s nothing to be proud of -_-

It’s bad enough in the office, that when i cough, some silently plot to kill me if i pass it to them (read: Didi Ramlan).
But it’s worse at night when i’m lying down trying to sleep.
I feel as if my throat is closing in and i can’t breathe.
Then it tickles, and it irritates, and i cough and i cough, extracting as much air as i can as to expel the phlegm that never comes out.
With all that force, the only thing that goes flying out is (was) my nice wine and dinner.
Twice in a week.

I end up falling asleep out of pure sleepiness around sunrise.
And die getting up for work.

So yeah.
I’m relieved weekend is here so i can catch up on sleep!

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First week of work has been alright (i can only write nice things cos i’m very sure they’ll read this).
Wait, rephrase. Work has been GREAT!

I LOVE EVERYONE AT WORK!
MY BOSS IS AMAZING!
MY COLLEAGUES ARE HEAVENLY!
THIS IS THE COMPANY THAT ANYONE WOULD DIE TO WORK FOR!

Laughing

Actually, i told someone that i can’t write for them anymore cos i’m attached full-time.
“Oh, i always wanted to work for them…” she said.

Pleased
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As i was surfing online while waiting for the Friday traffic to clear, i bumped through BryanBoy and found blog drama insanity (I KID YOU NOT) going on in Manila.

It’s a total soap opera drama, or reality tv.
Only this is reality blogging.

It’s SO ENTERTAINING (i’m usually not by these things) prollie cos of the way he writes and you can *feel* the passion, and anger, and OH! You just gotta read it yourself.
From first post to last. I insist.

*Delfin DJ Montano*

Reading it reminded me of Ian Seow, oh-so-angelic (-_-) ex-editor of mine who cheated the company with lies and deceit till they almost went bankrupt.
And half the team got let go.
Argh, don’t think about it, don’t think about it, everytime i think about it, i get all pissed.

Ommmmmmm….

Time to go out and drink to DreamerCyn in celebration of her birthday.
And perhaps be a fag hag in Frangi tonight with the boys.
It’s that or Raw. Haven’t decided yet.
Hmm… *runs off to change*

 

Uh-Oh…

I’ve started sneezing incessantly since Friday night (someone counted me sneezing eight times in a row) and my sinusitis hit me full on yesterday, disabling my ears to pop properly on the flight.

“Have you checked out where we’re going to stay yet?” asked MilcaG
“No… i have some work to do first… and i’m falling sick…” i croaked back over the phone.
“What?! No! You can’t fall sick!!!”
“I’m not, i’m not! I’m taking medicine okay!”

Her kancheong-ness made me kancheong.
But falling sick in Vietnam would be awfully shitty so i self-medicated with Neurofen and Clarinase just now, and am going through some of my laundry before repacking.


On the 2nd Day of Chinese New Year
, my family hosted dinner and Mr. Elephant was pretty darn lucky at his virgin gambling stint.

I put him on my chips and we kept on getting 21 or running with the banker.

Mr. Elephant Gambles

After a while, perturbed cousins started yelling, “EH. Can we please get the elephant off the table?! He’s stealing all our luck!”
Half an hour later, even Daddy spoke up, “I think it’s about time we get this elephant off the table -_-”

(SmallsMinkyMin blogged about it *here*)

I don’t know whether it was their noisy screeching or the other animals intruding on toy gambling territory, but i started losing after that -_- hence i decided it was time for Mr. E to be put to bed.

When it came to my turn (Elephant-less this time, and we were playing in-between)

“Joyce, hurry up! Want or not!?”

“Wait… *i closed my eyes and clutched at my cards*… i’m trying to feel what my soul is trying to tell me…”
Everyone: Whatevah Whatevah Whatevah Whatevah Whatevah Whatevah Whatevah
Daddy to me: You want to go upstairs and chant some fairy mantra?
Me: Wait la!!! Whatevah

QueenKanch came to join us for a while.
She was losing at first and was smsing on her phone when SmallsMinkyMin asked from across the table, “Are you calling your gangster friends now?”

 

All it Takes is Six Seconds of Blurness.

(i actually wrote this the day after the accident, before Thailand, and forgot to put it up)

Snatch theft is not a new thing in KL, or Malaysia for that matter.
You read about it in the papers, you hear how your friends’ bags got snatched, you see ads for bags with detachable straps.

A couple of years back, i remember MaryBerry and Debbie got scared shitless by guys on motorbikes with knives outside a friend’s house. And it wasn’t like they were simply lepaking outside the house. They just got out of the car and were waiting for their friend to open the gate.

Last month, QueenKanch got robbed in Bangsar just outside Nirwana. She wasn’t alone, a group of guy friends were standing just a few feet away from her when a car stopped next to her. A guy got out, asked for her bag and in shock, she gave it to him instead of putting up a fight (which was obviously better lest she got hurt!). This can’t even be called ’snatch theft’ wei. It’s ‘take theft’ :p

As someone who spends so much time driving themselves around alone, i’ve received my appreciated share of advice and i *do* follow it as much as i can.

I lock the car doors the moment i get in.
Nowadays, i try not to put my handbag on the seat next to me (the Zouk ppl told me how some thieves have taken to smashing your passenger window and grabbing your bag while your car is stationary at a red light/jam, before zooming off).
I don’t walk in lanes alone and look around and behind me for motorcyclists.
I try to walk on pavements instead of the side of the road.

I wasn’t even alone the night someone tried to snatch my bag.
NickIsTaller and StephTheVolcano were with me.
It’s just that sometimes, yes, i slip.
I had that moment when i wasn’t careful to walk on the pavement instead of the road.
I had that moment where i walked without listening out for a motorbike.
I had that moment when i was careless cos i thought nothing would happen to me.
And in that bloody small window of Joyce-Being-Careless, someone was able to grab that opportunity.

I was walking two steps towards my car when in a whoosh and a knock, i found myself lying flat on the road.
It happened so quick that the first thing i thought was, “OW… Owwwww… man, that HURT. What was that!?”
When i realised i was on the road and that i stung in places i hadn’t yet discerned, my first thought was that i’d got knocked down by a car.
Till i looked up to see a motorbike speeding off in front of me.

“The fellow was trying to get your bag!” said NickIsTaller.
No shit.

“Oh my god! Are you okay!?” asked StephTheVolcano
“Yeah.” I was pretty much in shock and wanted to sit down.
Hobbling to the pavement, i lowered my stinging (cos that’s how it felt!) body to sit.
Admittedly, i cried for 15 seconds like a kitten (it was only less then half a minute, i swear) cos it was so painful as they inspected my injuries.

My left hand was so painful i couldn’t even close it properly and my right knee was bleeding.
But that was about it and it wasn’t a big deal.
Steph told me she kept on asking whether i wanted to get a bandage for it but all i could do was crow how the fucker didn’t get my bag.

Which was lucky.
Cos i was going to purchase a new phone (which i didn’t have time to in the end) so i had over a K in cash on me, two phones, my digicam, cards, all my keys, ARGH imagine the MAH FAN-NESS if i had lost all that!

I would have been crying for 15 hours instead of 15 seconds sial.

I’m really lucky cos i didn’t get hurt too badly.
And my Anya with all its contents didn’t get stolen.

Remember the Rule of Three?
How the bloody thief made me terbabas on the road like that… one day he’s going to get knocked down by some car with three times the injuries, i swear. Or worse, cos i’m sure he’s inflicted more pain on other women as well.

This is a good lesson.

To remind me to be more careful, and not to take my good luck for granted all the time.
And now i know what Mary and Kanch meant about being paranoid after a robbery. 0_o
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I got reminded of this post i left in drafts when i read about Lainie’s recent accident.
And it’s not just us, there’s been a lot of shit happening recently, what with the female/child kidnappings and all.
Just last week i was introduced to a girl who asked what was wrong with my knee and i told her.
She retorted with, “Oh, someone snatched my bag in SS2 two weeks ago!”

Shocked

Also, please read about the recent bus crash that occurred on Friday.

Excerpt from the Star Online:

Nian Ning, 21, a Public Service Department (PSD) scholar at the University of New South Wales in Australia who was on her way to visit friends in Kuala Lumpur, was among three passengers who perished when the driver lost control of the bus and slammed into a divider. 

“We learnt that the driver had 13 summonses against him. Why had the company not screened him and realised that he was not competent to drive that bus? I wonder why the authorities still allowed such a monster to roam our streets?” asked Nian Ning’s distraught father Lee Hock Chuan, 50, a company human resources director.

The family plans to take action against the bus company, read more about it here.

 

Well Whaddaya Know

I got stuck in the C Club bathroom for 15 minutes yesterday.
-_- 

Went to have wine and cocktails yesterday afternoon with ButtercupSharon, RowdyRudy and AshleyTheMonkey.
RowdyRudy and i wanted to use the bathroom before leaving.
There was one available.

“You go first,” he said.
“Okay,” i slipped into the same one i’d just used 45 minutes prior to that.

When i wanted to get out, i couldn’t unlock it.
I kept on twisting and turning it this way and that but it just wouldn’t do!

*click*
*click*
*click*click*click*

Joyce… are you stuck?” I heard RowdyRudy’s voice from outside.
“… Yeah… the stupid lock won’t unlock!”

Then i kept on trying and it’s not like i don’t know how to do it, i’ve been in that exact same bathroom twice!

*click*
*click*click*

“UGH! Stupid lock!!!” i cursed. Shit i remember Ash saying some woman got stuck in here for 20 minutes before and she came out crying -_-
“You want me to get someone? Okay i’m going to get help!”

Continuously fiddling whilst he was gone, i realised i was going to be late for my meeting.
-_-
These things just manage to happen to me.
-_-

I heard voices from outside and put my ear to the crack to hear them better.
“Joyce? Joyce? Okay, turn the lock anti-clockwise,” a voice i didn’t recognise spoke out.
“I am turning it anti-clockwise…”
“Are you sure? Turn it anti-clockwise!”
“I know what anti-clockwise is,”
i said through gritted teeth.

I could hear RowdyRudy laughing through the door.

Then they asked me to put as much weight as i could on the door.
I leaned on the door as much as i could till my feel were off the ground okay.

Then we tried turning it clockwise.

I tried jiggling.
I tried slowly turning it (gently does it might do the trick, thought i).
I tried turning it while holding at the doorknob simultaneously.

I could hear RowdyRudy telling them i had a meeting.

They kept directing me to turn the lock, turn the lock, they said.
“I KNOW HOW TO TURN THE FUCKING LOCK. IT’S JUST NOT TURNING!”

RowdyRudy laughed and laughed and laughed cos of how i retorted at the patronizing directions.

Then i could AshleyTheMonkey laughing too -_-
Then i heard them saying they’re calling the contractor -_-

Out of the corner of my eye, i saw my reflection rolling my eyes in disbelief back at me.

At least if i need to pee, there’s a toilet right there.
Yeah. What if while you’re peeing, they burst open the door? Haha.
Hmm yeah man, lagi drama.

I stopped talking to myself and continued trying.

Then tiba-tiba, just like that, it opened.

-_-

Kanasai.

Luckily i’m not claustrophobic.

 

Recuperation.

Mmm joke aside, my body really aches today. Can’t turn the wheel of the steering wheel properly so i’ve been driving slow(er).

I’m not the only one in pain, QueenKanch got knocked down by a car of people (we think they were drunk) the other day, so we’ve both been hobbling around like creaky old women.

Just when i thought i could top RowdyRudy in terms of disastrous drama, he told me his car got crashed into by a taxi last night.

0_o

“Tyre puncture, phone spoilt, summons, kena knocked down by fucking snatch theif… Kanch got banged down…” i listed misfortunes to him.

“Yeah man! What’s up with all this?!”

“You know what this means? It merely means that we’re getting all the bad stuff over with this week so the rest of the year will be fantastic!”

“You’re such a clever girl.”

Our delusional optimism is the root of our gratifying lives.

No, i’m serious.

No, i’m not drunk now.

Look, i’m not even out on a Saturday night because i’m healing, okay?

 

At Least I Still Have My Anya.

Someone tried to rob me last night. They failed and everyone was concerned over my badly swollen hand and bloody knee, but the first thing i could do was clutch my bag and go, “At least i still have my Anya!”

Will storytell later, gotta run out now.