Phobia of email and SMS

These few days are some screwed up days for me. I am totally disgusted with using email and SMS as forms of communication.

I have to make contacts and as well as relating plans to others; which is rather hectic at times when I am lack of sleep.

Things that really freak me out are the lagging browser when I am replying all the emails and the non-stop ringing sound of my phone with new SMS when I have numerous MSN chat windows to reply to.

This is really a bad way of living. I should really ignore everything and just focus on my own hobbies, party and especially finding a job.

I have done my part for friends and for those shallow minded ones who thought I should contribute more for anything, I guess I have to say sorry.

Nobody knows what I have been doing daily.

I made it home!

I was amazed that I could make it home in the end, but however, almost fully exhausted myself.

Ou Xiang had kindly dug out her barbecue equipments for me but due to my disabilities, I could not collect it from her. This dragged on and the owner of her current accommodation, her auntie, had been nagging at her; the problem was that she had to repack them back into the boxes, which was hell job.

I tried to seek help but to no avail. In the end I had to push myself down to collect the stuffs all by myself to avoid further harass of her by her auntie.

I tried to sleep as early as two o’clock in the morning but failed again, ending up with the four o’clock time smiling at me.

I told her I would call her before leaving my house but decided not to wake her up so early. I missed the stop eventually when my mind was multi-tasking. Anyway, I was not really sure where her house was but just walked back using my feeling.

It was just like a mountain and I had to climb up stairs after stairs. Finally, I saw her block number and was relieved. She took a few minutes to open the door and I saw to my terror.

The stuffs included one packet of charcoal, which was unused during her last barbecue. That was the heaviest bag of all. I left with the three big plastic bags in worries.

Ou Xiang’s flat

Down the slope

Stairs

And more stairs

The bus-stop home was far away. I had to climb down the stairs, taking rest at intervals. And when I was about to reach the Keng Seng road, bus 75 passed by right in front of me. In the end, I waited for more than twenty minutes in the haze where construction work site behind me caused greater harms.

Both my hands started to ache soon and my legs were weak. I struggled on eventually reached home with even my butts aching.

Back again

After all, it comes back to me again.

The people who are most concerned would always spend much more efforts, whereas some just simply deny here and there, sitting back and relaxing.

Sometimes I really wish to do everything by myself but my knowledge and capability is limited; it is also extremely saddening to exceed own limit for people who do not care.

The best is simply ignoring everything.

Sufferings over the world

Article: Two Asian cities among world’s 10 most polluted (url inactive and removed)
I do not understand how tough lives in other countries can be. No matter what, it will eventually affect the whole world.
What if one day the characters from Resident Evil appear in our real world?

Resident Evil
Artical: U.N.: North Korea Puts Disabled in Camps (url inactive and removed)
After reading news about millions of population died of hunger throughout all these years, the inhuman acts have disgusted me even more. The answer to the overcrowded hell is obvious.

Chicken finally!

[Thursday, 19 October, 2006]

I finally took my first piece of chicken in the afternoon. I had not eaten any chicken since exactly a month ago after my operation. At night, I had chicken soup but I did not really like the taste.

It was not that I was crazy about chicken but eating fish everyday was really dull and sickening.

My mum and other aunties claimed that eating chicken would cause discharge on my wound and being so ignorant, I had to believe because it could be the truth.

Anyway, I took an egg on the second morning in the hospital, which caused my wondering if this “chicken thing” was medically proven.

I am now recovering well, able to walk like near normal, but still having problems with the stairs. This is getting too slow.

Scar

A closer look

Commit suicide

Man fatally hit by train, services disrupted (url inactive and removed) – again.
It is foolish enough to end one’s own life but to cause so big inconvenience to others, it is more than a sin.
So, jumping from a building is not a trend anymore, neither is taking of drug.
However, after doing a research, I realise the most commonly and preferred method of commit suicide is smoking – the slow process.