Adebelle

There are times no matter how much yoga you’ve been practising it just won’t help calming you down and you just wanna snap right there and then. There are times when your heart beats so fast, your ears feel so hot, your blood is boiling beyond the boiling point and you feel like steam is coming out from every part of your body. There are also times when you can’t be bothered to be civilized and polite, needless to mention you care the slightest bit looking like a rude, loud and obnoxious nutcase in public. Oh well, I had those moments last Saturday!!

In order not to overwork my poor heart, I really should just skip the utterly ‘pleasant’ encouter I had before Saturday with this so called one and only ‘fantabulous’ budget airline in Malaysia. The naked truth is, they SUCK big, big time!!! Goosh, 2 days have passed and I’m still so jumpy when recalling back my virgin fly with this airline.

I finally came to term with the stupid facts that despite having a dedicated hotline for their customers to change their flight schedules, they couldn’t change mine; despite the fact that they pride themselves as the very customer centric airline, I waited more than half an hour to speak to their supposedly highly friendly and dedicated helpdesk operator and ended up yelling at the phone and almost got myself a heart attack; despite the fact that other airlines probably offer a refund, I couldn’t get mine (they were giving me some stupid 48 hours ball*****…)

Never mind, it’s not the end of the world, was it? If I had to fly on Saturday and so be it! I am not that unreasonable, afterall…

Saturday, 7.45am. Mum and I strolled into the airport and looking for the counter to get our boarding passes only to be told that the whatever stupid gate they called it was closed, yes, C.L.O.S.E.D, closed!!!!! What do they mean by closed?!?!?! We were a good half an hour EARLY before the boarding time!!! I looked at mum and she was completely panicked! I don’t think I was panicked, more like completely pissed off! I stormed to the customer service counter and greeted by a stuck-up officer. Speaking about having a bad day, are we?

Ade: Good morning. I am flying to JB and the flight is at 8.15am. Can I have my boarding pass now?
Stuck-up: Good morning, Mam. Where are you flying to, Mam? (Was she deaf?! Didn’t I tell her I was going to JB?!!!)
Ade: JB (close to yelling at her…)
Stuck-up: Sorry Mam, the gate is closed… (cut off her sentence right away)
Ade: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THE GATE IS CLOSED?!!!!!!! It’s only 7.45am and we still have half an hour! What kinda nonsense is this?! I can’t believe this. I have just had a bad experience with A**A*** and now this?! Now you are telling me that the gate is closed?! (I couldn’t be bothered all eyes were on me! I thought I could eat her alive or perhaps kill her with my super high pitched voice)
Stuck-up: Yes Mam, the gate is closed. Sorry mam, I can’t do anything. (I swear I would chew her lips off or cut her throat if she mention another word of ‘mam’… she was supposed to pacify me - the very irate customer, instead, she was adding oil to the burning flame! I thought I could explode right there! You should also look at her stupid expression!!! It’s not even apologetic!!!)
Ade: What is this??!! I’ve taken so many budget airlines in the UK in the past and there wasn’t any problem like this! I could still board the plane 5 minutes before it took off (this is true!!! I didn’t make it up!) and now we still have half a hour!!!
Stuck-up: That’s Europe, Mam. This is Malaysia, Mam. (from the angry scale 1-100, I scored 200 at that point. You should look at her stupid face!!! It’s soooo rude and patronizing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thinking of it now still makes me wanna give her 10 tight slaps! I’m not kidding! This is what they called customer centric service???? Are you supposed to talk to your customer that way? With that kinda stuck-up and beyond redemption tone and expression?! Hell no!!!!) I was this close of asking her to shutdup and bring her manager to me!)
Ade: THAAAANKS, YOUR CUSTOMER SERIVCE IS REALLY GOOD!!! This is the first and my very last time taking A**A***!!! (Even though what I really wanted to tell her is probably something like ‘go to hell’ or ‘you stupid cow’… I just couldn’t…)
Stuck-up: Thanks, mam. (again, if she had shown me her apologetic face, I probably wouldn’t yell at her and snap but… you really should see her stupid face! If her face were made of paper, I could just tear it in million pieces and not feeling guilty at all, not even a tiny bit! I paling pantang RUDENESS and RUDE cows!)

I can only remember standing there and looking every inch like a walking detonated bomb which would burn down the stupid counter and that stupid cow if she refused to do anything… Mum was playing the good customer role telling her that was our first time taking this airline and ya-dee-ya-da…

Few moments passed without anyone speaking except the cow with two other guys in the counter. I couldn’t understand what was being said because it was in Tamil! But I am hell sure she was bitching about me… not that I care! Minutes later she unwillingly produced two boarding passes, finally, and scribbled LMC (last minute check-in) on it. I didn’t realised until was asked at the boarding gate. At least that girl was smiling and looked really genuine when she asked… If I had known what it meant by then, I’d ask her to define ‘Last Minute’ to me!

At that rate, my angry simmered down a little since I’d gotten what I wanted by fighting tooth and nail for it. I remember so cleary saying thank you to her twice, twice!!! After all, I am a highly civilized and cultured person… and I didn’t want other people to think of me as some pariah… but really, I oughta thank her. I would have told her she did a great job if she didn’t have the stupid expression that pissed me off so crazily everytime I looked at her!

You see, they CAN do something about it. Something CAN always be done! It’s a matter of how you go about it! This time, I definitely chose the rough way. Besides, that stupid cow deserved it! I wonder what would happen if I didn’t snap and flare up would she still churn out the two boarding passes for us. This is the first time I lost it in the public. This is the first time I believe politeness is not for everyone under every circumstances. This is the first time my patience being tested to its fullest. This is the first time I fixed a problem by yelling my lungs out. (even though grandpa used to say the loudest person will always loss out and will always be a loser but I think he would have agreed with my problem solving skill in this case and maybe was clapping his hands in heaven!) This is the first time being so rude and coming out as a winner and feel so darn good about it.

The moral of the story? Fighting for your own right!

Ouuuuch, my stomach is sick and am having this bad, bad nausea. It must be the Roti Bakar and Iced Teh Tarik I had as brunch… I don’t think I’ll eat Roti Bakar for the next few weeks. I feel sick even just to think about it now…

Gosh, it’s almost 6pm!!! Which means my mum and I had been out for more than 6 hours! Hmmph… minus 2 hours of church service + lunch = 4 hours of shopping! Not to mentioned 5 hours of shopping spree last Sunday, at the same mall… I think I might just have converted mum into a shopaholic!! *gasping* The shopping mall should award me with medal or at least grant me a 50% discount of everything in the mall for a year!

In a matter of 4 hours,  let’s see… I’ve got a pearl necklace, a posh black key pounch and new range of facial products (plus 5 pieces of free gifts :D)… Damn, it’s so easy to earn money from us female!

I must say these sales girls are so darn good! My mum pratically was grinning from ear to ear the whole time even when she was splashing her credit card! ‘Wow, is that your daughter?! I thought she’s your baby sister! You look so young!!’ ‘Like mother like daughter! No wonder you daughter is so pretty, just like you… ‘You have such a nice complexion and I hardly see any wrinkles’ ‘You two have very nice features. You are not pure chinese right? You have Dutch blood or Japanese blood, right?’ These are just some of the many compliments we received as we walked around in the departmental store!

I even got mistaken as a 16-year old and this aunty just couldn’t resist to pinch my already very thin face and look at me admiringly as if she’s looking at a chubby lil’ 5 yearold or some expensive art piece. I’d rather think it’s the latter though.

Heaven knows these sales people are giving out compliments cheaply just to meet their sales targets but who would refuse and resist few words of praise and compliment? I’m serious, if you need to get a boast of self-esteem, take my word, go to the departmental stores! Within hours your self-esteem would be up up up a few notches! That’s not it, perhaps like mum and I, you could also walk away with bagful of compliments and free gifts! I love free gifts!

Talking about free gift, I must mention about this counter manager of certain brand (if the products are as magical like she claimed to be, I’d probably write something about it!) She was so nice to mum and I especially when she found out that we are from Penang too! It only took mum 1 minute to warm up to her (as my mum usually doesn’t like sales person). Not only that she gave me a makeover she topped it off with 5 pieces of free gifts! She even gave me her mobile phone number in case the pimples on my face won’t clear up after using her products! That’s one hell of a personalized shopping experience!! I am so going to try on the new products… it better works the way she described or else…

Anyway, I’ve begun to enjoy shopping with my mum. It brings the two of us closer. I have a better knowledge of what she likes and dislikes and this helps to improve our relationships. I also realized that my mum and I are very similar in many ways (we share so many things from cosmetics, accessories, perfume to bags) and I, for sure have inherited many good genes from her except the height.

So, it’s a Sunday well spent… the only thing is I still haven’t found a new pair of shoe… Maybe I’ll have better luck next week!

And geez, it’s 7pm already! Sunday is depressing! I must think of something nice to wear to work tomorrow… something that will chase away the Monday blues! And then hopefully I’ll be able to say: "Thank God it’s Monday!"

Today is a total crappy day. Not that I haven’t regain my voice, my cough has sorta gone down a notch! Blimey!! It’s supposed to be a stress-free week with lots of bumming on the couch and nothing else! Instead, I often find myself rushing to the toilet and spitting out the slimy phlegm. Please don’t tell me it’s Thursday already!! Three more days to reality

However, there is one goodbye I have to say. It’s a bad day for me but I know it must be the worst day in the world for Ai Mee. Her little angel passed away this morning… See, this is the sort of things I’ve never seen it coming so quickly. I’m feeling really sorry for her but at the same time, I know little Erica is in the hands of God and she must be in a happy place now. God just gained a new angel. Erica, rest in peace and I’ll always remember you and your sunny sun shine smile. Please help your mummy to be strong. So long, Erica.

Life, always unpredictable… No plan is the perfect plan. Today one could be smiling and tomorrow, who knows…

I should really move on……

Two weeks fly by so quickly… In fact, it feels rather odd sitting in my room like this right now. Last week this time I was probably dining with Accenture analysts flying in from Asia Pacific. These are the new friends I’ve found during 2 weeks of Core Analyst School in Sheraton. It’s nice to know now that someone will be there for me if I visit to Japan, Korean, Taiwan, Pakistan, Singapore, Indonesia and Australia next time. Awww… I am missing them already!!!

Two weeks is indeed too short! Just when you thought you’ve bonded so well with these lovely people it’s already time to bid goodbye! I hate saying goodbye. I hate to see those teary eyes. I hate the goodbye hugs. I just can’t say goodbye without few drops of tears and just today, I had to say goodbye to my favourite friends as much as twice ! Believe me, it’s the worst feeling in the world…

At this moment, Nath might have touched down at the Thai airport. Rogan, Helga and Brooke must be sitting on the plane back to Canberra, Australia. I just love these people to bits. CAS will never be the same without them. I can never listen to Beyonce’s song and not thinking about Rogan. He is a big guy with tender heart; tough looking guy with the love of Beyonce’s shake-your-booty dance move. Nath, never failed to crack me up everytime I got him to speak english with the Thai accent. It amazes me that he still remembers the language even though he’s been away from Thailand for so many many years. Helga and Brooke, they are the only caucasians in the whole class. Helga has a sunny sunshine personality and Brooke is just too sweet to describe.

I can’t quite believe they are gone now. I can still remember we were hanging out at the longue just last night till late… and they were still with Elaine, Dyna and I couple hours ago. I can see Nath’s sad face now. He kept saying he didn’t want to go back. I can still see Helga’s teary eyes and eventually we broke down and cry a minute before the taxis took off. I can still hear Rogan singing ‘I’m leaving on the jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again…’ and I definitely still remember Brooke saying goodbye to Zara and Topshop…

So many people have touched my heart in so many different ways. I will definitely miss the Koreans especially Hee Seon. She has the fairest and the most flawless skin! She has this pleasant smile on her face. Jin Hee, my team mate she has taught me so many korean words that I can’t remember any now There is also Aya, the cute japanese girl who cuddled me and kept my hands warm in the club when I wasn’t feeling well and then there is Meliyana, the pretty Chinese-Dutch Indonesian and her special laugh…

Awwwwwww…

Let’s just hope one day I’ll see these special people again… as Nath said, ‘it’s not goodbye, instead see you later’.

Despite catching bad cold and lost my voice, these two weeks have been fun, very enjoyable and memorable. Definitely an experience I’ll carry with me for a long time to come. Networking? Checked!

For the rest of the week… let’s hope I’d get pass this lousy feeling and regain my voice. It’s killing me when I can’t talk!!!!

Meanwhile…

I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY DO MISS THESE PEOPLE!

Who am I going to elbow now when Nath and Rogan are gone?!

It’s 8.59 am and am sitting here in the office with my eyes slightly wet from the urge to cry.

I’m feeling and absorbing all sorts of emotions coming from all direction… I’ve just heard another bad news…Yes, another one… First was KH, a fine young man suffering from lungs cancer when his life has just began. He is almost a stranger to me except we were once working in the same company. Even so, it brought tears to my eyes as I went through his blog, his struggles and his strength at the hour of facing such remarkable pain both physically and mentally. He is a warrior to me and I pray that God would have a good plan for him.

Now, I’m feeling for Ai Mee, I’m feeling for her only daughter little Erica… She’s barely 10 years old and her little body is put to the toughest test, chemotherapy of late. She fighting with bad blood cells (thanks to leukemia) while many of us complaining about literally every little things that didn’t happen the way we wanted.

It breaks my heart to imagine Ai Mee going through this ordeal… Erica means the whole world to her. She is always talking about her little angel with the beam of pride in her eyes. Little Erica is one special little girl! What amazes me the most is her love for creepy crawlies! Very cheerful girl the last I saw her. She was sitting on my desk, observing me doing work and telling me about her friends and her school.

We were playing shooting-paper-balls-into-rubbish-bin game later that day. She laughed when she missed the throw. She was running around in the office as any kids her age would. It saddens me to think that little Erica might not be jumping around and filling the space with her contagious laughters as she used to be. Her tiny body must have been under tremendous of pain.

We can’t do anything for her except to cheer her on from the sideline. Spoke to Ai Mee a while ago and am glad she sound rather okay. She is a strong woman. Let’s pray that her strength will carry her through this tough, tough time. Little Erica has been hospitalized and currently under intensive care. No visitors are allowed. I’m not sure if I’m ready to see her; I don’t want to shed a tear in front of her. She could use without few drops of tear. I remember seeing grandpa lying so still on his sickbed in the hospital. I couldn’t bear the sight…

Please hang in there just a little bit more, Erica and KH… things can only get better from now on… I know it…

It really got me thinking now… have I been living my life the way I want? Will I have any regrets if tomorrow never comes? Have I told that somebody things that I’ve been keeping so long to myself? Have I said sorry to people that I hurt? Am I living the day to the fullest?!

It’s true that life is quite all about taking chances. But what kinda chances are we taking every minute of every day? I’d never attempted to ponder upon this until one fateful morning.

Everyday, there are so many chances come knocking at my door. Good ones, bad ones… I wonder how many bad chances I have taken and regreted and how many good chances that I missed and could only cry over the spilled milk…

I’m definitely no strange to car accidents and how ironic, it takes me to realise something so profound through other’s mishap instead of my own.

‘Life is all about taking chances, chances that make you not break you’
-Adeline-

I won’t even try to deny it. I am the biggest personality tests junkie alive!! I could sit in front of my trusty lil’ laptop the entire afternoon going through one test after another. Nothing proves to be this fun when you had all the time in the world at your expense. Hmm, unemployment was not that bad after all. Besides, one needs to know one’s personality well enough before one can attend any job interviews without a glitch, right?

You are 90% Extrovert and 10% Introvert (What?!, 90% extrovert?! I’m not an introvert?? But I am, I really am!! Don’t you think?)
You are as outgoing as they come (As they come? They? Who? Hmmm… ok, I’m outgoing when I want to. I’m a selective outgoing person to be exact)
The life of the party, you’re friends with everyone (no comment, but what if I don’t party that much, what if I don’t like a handful of people…friends with everyone is questionable)
You are a people person, and you are quite the entertainer (Yeeeeaaah, finally something about the real me. People person, I am a people person!! Hehehe… *mentally blocking the bit about entertainer* nonsense, I am not a clown or monkey, ok!)
You love being around a crowd and acting spontaneously (Not too sure about being around crowds… I don’t think I like crowds… especially if the crowds stink, I’d rather be home alone. But maybe I’m sponteneous :D)

***What Your Underwear Says About You?***

You like your underwear to make you feel girlish and pretty. (Every girl likes that, right?)
Let’s hope you’re a chick. (Hahahah, please don’t tell me there are curious guys out there doing this test?!)
You’re sexy, in that pinup girl, tease sort of way. (Allllllright… But hang on, pinup girl, like the one on Tiger Beer ads?!?! Please tell me it is not! I am pretty sure they mean LV/Gucci/Prada that sort of pinup girl. I am sure…)

***How Weird Are You?***

You Are 30% Weird (You mean eccentric?)
Not enough to scare other people… (Of coz, why would I wanna scare anyone?)
But sometimes you scare yourself (Maybe… Hehehe)

***What’s Your Hidden Talent?***

Your Hidden Talent:
Your natural talent is interpersonal relationships and dealing with people. (People person, remember? :D)
You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together. (Maybe I should put that talent into good use…)
Your calming presense helps everything go more smoothly. (Calming presense? Since when? You think it’s the yoga?)
People crave your praise and complements. (Really? Who? Never mind, shall praise and complement more then. Hehehe)

***Who Were You In a Past Life?***

In a Past Life… You Were: A diseased Undertaker (What the heck?!! A diseased undertaker?!?! This is utterly absurb! Other similiar tests say I was a scholar or something else, definitely not an undertaker! I am freaking out!)
Where You Lived: New Zealand (I thought I was a Parisan or a Roman…)
How You Died: Suicide (I’m not surprised… either I scared myself to death while working (yea, as an undertaker) or commited suicide)

***The World’s Shortest Personality Test*** (It’s really short! All I did was to pick a picture that I like at the moment - 3pm in the office… sshhhhh…)

Your personality profile:
You’re sexy, powerful and bold. (No comment…)
You’re full of passion and energy… (Oh hell yeah!)
Sometimes this passion has a dark side. (What?! Dark Side?! I don’t have any dark side!)
You feel most alive when you’re seducing someone. (Gooosh, seducing?!)
You never fail to get someone’s attention. (Errr….)
Quick minded, you’re also quick to lose your temper! (I know…)

I didn’t like the bit about dark side and seducing! So I picked another picture I liked at ermm 3.05pm.

Taking personality tests is something I allow myself to indulge in. But I prefer to also take it as a mirror which more of less reflects our characters (the good, the bad and the evil).

Gosh, this is the first time I feel old (yes, O.L.D) having been the youngest in the project all these times. I guess that’s how my project mates feel when I’m around. Hmmm…

Met up with a friend, Joe whom I hadn’t seen for 2 years since graduation. He’s my cute lil’ flat mate back in good old university time. I miss his puppy too! Didi is an adorable dog which used to come in my room and play. He likes sitting on the skateboard and being pushed around in the kitchen. What a dog, what a hobby

Anyway, Joe brought along a friend for dinner with me at Zen. Guess what, she is only 18. I swear she doesn’t look quite her age… I thought she’s my age… but shhh… So, half way through the dinner, another friend arrived. She’s not 18 but she is only 17!!!! She is a baby! Gooooosh, I can’t believe I was kinda hanging out with two teenagers! Oh coz it is not a crime but all day long I’ve been surrounded by people who are older than I am. All of the sudden, I was dining with 2 teenagers… how weird is that??? Trust me, kids these days grow really fast. If they hadn’t proudly announced their age, I wouldn’t for once imagine they are barely touching 20 years old!

I am the OLDEST on the table! Geeez, the oldest! This is kinda hard to digest maaan… I am the oldest, not the youngest, not anymore… I have so many younger cousins and I have no problems or whatsoever communicating with them. But the thing is I don’t really hang out with teenagers this way, you see.

Then the cute lil’ junior (she is rather adorable. Two minutes sitting next to me and the had already asked a string of questions) blew me away with one of her many questions. ‘Do you always have it easy at work?’ I looked up at her while still chewing on my unagi (err, is that what you call an eel in japanese?) Her eyes followed the movement of my mouth waiting for my answer. Oh boy, I wished I could chew faster…

My little head was processing the question on the plate. ‘Do you always have it easy at work?’ Hmmm, what did it suppose to mean? Was thinking maybe she wanted to know how working life is really all about. You know maybe she wanted to prepare herself for that… though a 17 year-old and working life don’t really match. But hey, I am nice senior… I could spare some times educate her.

Poor girl, she must have waited an eternity for my answer. Just when I was about to open my mouth, she was talking again. ‘You know, I have a friend who is already working. She told me that everyone at work treats her really nice. That makes her working life a breeze.’ ‘Oh, I see. Hmmm, your friend is really lucky. Decided to give her the real flavour of reality, I went on and on about some nasty experiences my friends had. ‘Gosh, really? But my friend has it really easy!’ I was rather pleased with myself. After all, I had just opened up a young and innocent’s eyes about the real world. One can’t always live in a fairy tale, right?

I was about to continue with more nasty stuff (was giving her a life lesson here maaan… was saving her from getting culture shock when she faces the real working world in a good few years time) and I heard her saying, ‘My friend is really pretty. I thought you are very pretty yourself too.’ (sorry, I didn’t mean to openly gloat about this… but hey, will ya excuse me for a few seconds please :P)

Oh maaaaaaaaaaaaan… did you hear that?!?! This cute lil’ junior thinks I am ‘ahem’… I thought I blushed for a minute… Please don’t mind me here. Am relishing the moment… okay okay, stop it Adeline, stop… this is pathetic…

Alright, am back to normal self again. Hehe… there is only one thing in my head now though. I wanna age gracefully. I wanna preserve my youth but not with Botox, face lift or plastic surgery, okay. I am afriad of needles!! Besides, that’s not really aging gracefully… The

best way to preserve one’s youth I say, is to live life the way your think you deserve it. Happiness shines through the eyes of the happy people; happy people are the most beautiful people and when you feel beautiful ‘age’ is merely a sand in the sea…

By the way, come to think of it, I kinda have it easy at work, haven’t I? One hell of a lucky girl I am Work is good while life is even better. I am blessed with loving family, great friends who will not judge who you are but cherish what makes you you, helpful and fun colleagues, nice strangers on the streets (occasionally some odd ones but hey life is still beautiful)…

I LOVE MY LIFE!

P/S: at the end of this post, if you think that I’m insecure around younger people I strongly urge you to disregard that thought. It was just a momentary paranoia, okay! And you better admit you have that occasionally too! I can see right through you

Oh by the way, in the middle of dinner, I asked Joe innocently and of course nonchalantly, ‘hey, how old do you think I look like?’ ‘16’, he replied with a glint in his eyes. I knew it! I knew it! He was mocking me! But hey, 16 isn’t all that bad

Okay, am finally back to old cherry self finally! Hurrah to myself and a pat on my not-very-fair-back(courtesy of Awana Kijal’s sun)

Had been sulking since yesterday right after I found out some not so pleasant news. ‘This life is not fair.’ ‘Life is never fair.’ ‘If this world is fair there won’t be poor people.’ ‘Nothing is fair.’ I’ve heard too many people too many times lament about fairness which they have little or no control over. It’s been a long time since I suffer from this bitter feeling. It led to self pity and almost destroyed the faith and confidence I built over the years for myself.

It gets you wonder if you haven’t been good enough. It makes you wanna ask the same question all the children ask before Christmas, ‘am I good enough to receive a present from the Santa Claus?’ I felt as if Santa Claus has put me in his black list this time… It is that helpless feeling (slowly eating u up) that scares me.

It’s best to ditch the negative feelings now. While I’m sulking, people have already gathered their feet and get ahead. This is of course not a race nor competition. But, (here I go again) why is it so unfair?! Okay, I am not going to dwell about things which have already happened and probably would not changed no matter how many times I shout ‘unfair’.

It would be wise for me to remain poised. Too much complains will land me no where but someone’s black book. I shall prove myself by actions. I shall not let small things like this distract me from my path. I shall win this battle!

At least someone believes in me and thinks that I’ll make it quite far in this pseudo-fair place!

P/S: Thanks Vicky and BA for being you and for being there at terrible time like this.

I am on my feet again

While the memories are still fresh like hot buns, I reckon I should quickly ‘offload’ ‘em here before they slip away like quick sand!

Official Agenda - Day 2
7.00 - 8.00 - Breakfast
8.00 - Noon? - ‘a** kicking’ Team Building Activities
Noon - Lunch
After Lunch - Team Building Activities (cont’)…

My Agenda:
7.45am - Phone rang and it was Elaine. SMS followed subsequently. ‘Are you awake yet?’ Blimey!!! was still curled up comfortably under the comfy duvet!!!

7.45am - 7.59am: Getting myself ready for breakfast. Couldn’t possibly go out with the pyjamas… By 7.59am, made a desperate attempt to dash to the lobby where Elaine was waiting. We then took a stroll down to the beach area where the white marquee was. Yes, we strolled there despite breakfast serving time was almost over. By Malaysian standards, I reckon we were kinda early, anyway.

8.00am - 8.15am? - We were almost done with breakfast. Obviously there were many early birds (I wonder how did they manage to wake up so early. Hmmm, maybe these people didn’t follow WC). Ah shoot, I thought Elaine and Sally wanted to jog along the beach before breakfast and I wanted to do Sun Salutation (yoga) by the beach too. Crap, let’s just scrap that idea all together

I couldn’t quite keep track of the time from here. I remembered heading back to my room after breakfast and took a quick shower before making way to the Giant Staircase for the photo session. I barely made it. By the time I changed into my team jersey (Viva England) and got to the Giant Staircase, the camera had already been clicking away. I quickly fixated a smile and looked into the camera. Hurrah, I made it! Two pictures were taken in 5 seconds. Great! But then, I would probably appear no bigger than an ant on the pictures. I was standing at the toppest of the Giant Staircase, which mean the furthest way from the camera. Hmmm… who cares, I probably don’t wanna be seen with 2 giant pimples hogging kinda permanently on my forehead. What a pest!

I wonder who I was gonna meet. Hadn’t see anyone in England jersey. Oh hang on, the guy standing 1 foot away… he looked familiar and he’s wearing England jersey. He turned out to be someone I knew but couldn’t remember his name. (but I thought he introduced himself again? ahhh never mind… I still don’t remember his name).

I kinda have no mood to continue now… please will you excuse me.