All left is Tau Tau, Pharmabear and Me.
78 days to go...
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Medical Check Up
Ugh. Going for a medical check up tomorrow for visa application.
A blood sample is required. *wails*
A blood sample is required. *wails*
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Goodbye Kuala Lumpur
The time to leave K.L. will be here by tomorrow. I wish that I could just port myself back to Melbourne instead of taking the 8 hours flight. Ugh.
Goodbye to my family members.
Goodbye to Bean's friends who came along to satisfy my garlic fish craze; who spent time playing Mario Kart with me; and who had dinner with me right after they touched down from Bali respectively.
Goodbye to my friends who made an effort to call and meet up with me even though I didn't really make much of an effort in return.
Goodbye to my beloved boyfriend, Bean for slaving this whole 2.5 weeks.
All of you will be missed.
Goodbye to my family members.
Goodbye to Bean's friends who came along to satisfy my garlic fish craze; who spent time playing Mario Kart with me; and who had dinner with me right after they touched down from Bali respectively.
Goodbye to my friends who made an effort to call and meet up with me even though I didn't really make much of an effort in return.
Goodbye to my beloved boyfriend, Bean for slaving this whole 2.5 weeks.
All of you will be missed.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
What Are You Dreaming?
It was bright early Sunday morning...
Me: Don't disturb me... I am dreaming about saving Kevin Cheng.
Bean: I am dreaming about buying one box of cereal, free three boxes of cereals!
Me: Don't disturb me... I am dreaming about saving Kevin Cheng.
Bean: I am dreaming about buying one box of cereal, free three boxes of cereals!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Hungover
Exams ended. Great!
What's next? Party with lots of alcohol!
It all started with a very nice dinner and a bottle of wine. Then we moved on to another bar for another bottle of wine. The bar closed too early which forced us to another bar at Crown Casino for more drinks.
The night ended with: 2 bottles of wine. 6 shots. 3 cocktails. 1 gin&tonic. 2 pint of beer.
The morning started with: A MASSIVE HANGOVER!
I slept at 6.30am in the morning, waking up at 8.30am for my first puking session which I thought would make me feel much better. And I actually did! It made me feel so much better that I was hunger for food. I fried luncheon meat (Chinese version of Spam) coated with egg, totally forgot that fried oily food stimulate more nausea! I took a bite of the luncheon meat and straight to the toilet I went...
*BLUEKKKKKKKKK*
And that continued on and off for the whole morning till 1pm!
I could not lie flatly on me bed because I could feel all the blood rushing into my brain. My head was swirling like mad! I had to sit up straight to sleep!
I could not do huge sudden movements. If I were to look from right to left, I had to shift my head bit by bit. If I were to walk from one end to another, I had to take baby steps with standing still moments in between. Otherwise, nauseous feeling would come back and I had to anticipate for another puking session.
In my purple medicine box, I had tempted to take the 5 years expired anti-emetic tablet.
Mu luggage was half packed. My clothes were not washed. It was so freaking miserable.
Nearly gave up on going the Graduation Party as well as the flight home.
But in the end, I was at the party and the flight home.
No more drinking irresponsibly! GAh!
What's next? Party with lots of alcohol!
It all started with a very nice dinner and a bottle of wine. Then we moved on to another bar for another bottle of wine. The bar closed too early which forced us to another bar at Crown Casino for more drinks.
The night ended with: 2 bottles of wine. 6 shots. 3 cocktails. 1 gin&tonic. 2 pint of beer.
The morning started with: A MASSIVE HANGOVER!
I slept at 6.30am in the morning, waking up at 8.30am for my first puking session which I thought would make me feel much better. And I actually did! It made me feel so much better that I was hunger for food. I fried luncheon meat (Chinese version of Spam) coated with egg, totally forgot that fried oily food stimulate more nausea! I took a bite of the luncheon meat and straight to the toilet I went...
*BLUEKKKKKKKKK*
And that continued on and off for the whole morning till 1pm!
I could not lie flatly on me bed because I could feel all the blood rushing into my brain. My head was swirling like mad! I had to sit up straight to sleep!
I could not do huge sudden movements. If I were to look from right to left, I had to shift my head bit by bit. If I were to walk from one end to another, I had to take baby steps with standing still moments in between. Otherwise, nauseous feeling would come back and I had to anticipate for another puking session.
In my purple medicine box, I had tempted to take the 5 years expired anti-emetic tablet.
Mu luggage was half packed. My clothes were not washed. It was so freaking miserable.
Nearly gave up on going the Graduation Party as well as the flight home.
But in the end, I was at the party and the flight home.
No more drinking irresponsibly! GAh!
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