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Books I have completed reading since January 2021:

1. The Enchanted - Rene Denfield
MC = meowing chit
Monday, October 11, 2010
I was on MC today because I'm having conjunctivitis. Today is my third day. I actually wanted to go to work today but stopped by mum because this illness usually takes 3 days and above to recover and it's not even passed three days.

On one hand I really wished my illness didn't recover so fast so I could stay at home for another day but on the other hand I really wanted to go to work because I got heaps of backlog work to do. And there is no second liner for my position. There is only me and myself. So if I don't do it today ... and I don't finish it within a certain period, I won't get my bonus. In fact, I won't be eligible to apply for my bonus. Bloody hell. Why the hell do I need to APPLY for a bonus. I deserved it. No BUTs.

My eyes are pretty OK now. If you strained your eyes, you could see some few red lines on my both eyes. It started with my right and somehow it spread to my left. I don't consider it very serious because I detected it at its early stage. But it was pretty frightening to wake up to see one RED eye looking back at you in the mirror. If both eyes are red, I would definitely snap a photo and identify it as I HAD A DATE WITH A VAMPIRE BUT I DON'T REMEMBER.

I consulted a doctor on the day of my previous entry. I offended the doctor somehow. But you can't blame me when I was merely questioning his professionalism. I was sitting in the clinic with my sunglasses on at all times. Then suddenly there was this dirty looking guy wearing a pair of green cheapskate slipper walking into the clinic and entered the doctor's room. Then a few minutes later, it was my turn. I was surprised to see the dirty looking guy sitting at the doctor's seat. I asked if he was a locum or a doctor. He asked what difference. I said I was merely curious because I didn't know why I just didn't tell him I mistook him for a labourer. He is not a Malaysian because he speaks with an accent. And he was not friendly. He doesn't even smile.

I was smart to ask him for MC but unlucky that I got this illness on last Saturday not today. If not, I would have enjoyed a three day mc.

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Short of meowing
Sunday, October 10, 2010
I have never asked myself this question: How long have I been meowing? I don't know. Who knows?

Today, I finally get the chance to my youngest cousin in NZ. I was elated he was online and got kinda depressed that he is already 14. Not because he is now taller than me or less chubby, but I was lamenting how time flies. Was it so long I left NZ? I just felt it was just last year. How can time flies that fast?

Yea, time flies, meow. And I need to finish those backlog reports before I get to go for holiday in peace.

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La ~~
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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Cat slayer
Friday, October 1, 2010
I had weird dreams again. I thought I won't since my nightmare of organising a two-day event, one for my program and the other for a minister, were finally over.

Anyways, I napped today. I was so exhausted that I slept for over 3 hours. I had nightmare at the end of the third hour. I was in a room, an underground room, and I walked up the stairs. And then I was in a room with others but it was weird. I dreamed of my colleague too and there were some nuns who I worked with. We were talking like "Why are we here?" and "Close the window." That was because someone else was in the room too like an old lady? Don't know. Can't see her face but I can hear the voice. I think there were two ladies... talking and saying something that really frightened me. I don't remember they said but as if they were trying to send us to hell.... somewhere far and frightening. There were like 7 of us huddling in the room. We were afraid. Then all of a sudden the windows were ... moving ... there were something trying to reach us from outside. Hands were trying to squeeze between the windows. I was trying to beat off those hands and I saw the nuns outside. I felt they were transported outside because they don't deserve to go where we were supposed to go. Anyways .. then all of a sudden the room was filled with people. My feelings were "these people are not supposed to be here... this room has been intruded by the people from outside". Then I felt like someone told me to get the cross of something something and that will take me out of the whole thing. The worse thing was when I was in the dream, I told myself to get out of this dream and something told me 'stay back, this is gonna be fun.' Oh yea it was fun...

I saw some guy holding the cross I was looking for, so I followed him to another room, and I felt everyone in the room out there was gonna die ... So I was happy that I left that room... then I saw Jackie Chan ... he was the angel that collected the cross. He saw us having the cross and let us get out of that house. I have to get out via the window. I think I just crashed the window and all of a sudden I had a golf club in my hand. Jackie Chan was in front of me ... but he was not walking. I heard a voice telling me this was not the end. It was dark and I saw myself in a garden. Then I saw some stuffed cats coming to me. They were attacking me. Oh yea... I heard myself saying bring it on. And I served those stuffed cat with my club swiftly like Tiger Wood. And they kept coming to me. And one went flat. Jackie Chan swiftly removed its head. That cat has a kitten but Jackie told me not to kill the kitten when I wanted to whack it. Well, what kind of cat it is? It is just a stuffed cat that doesn't talk. It just has some sharp set of teeth. Nothing else. Two stuffed cats attacked me and I just whacked it like peanuts. And finally the big stuffed cat ... as big as me scratched me ... And I looked to the stupid action angel. He was just standing there... and I looked to him for help but he was just standing there. And I got scratched repeatedly. I don't feel the pain though and I still whacked it with my golf club...

Then later I told myself to GET UP. And I did.

When did I become a stuffed cat slayer?

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Whoosh ... Whish ...
Sunday, September 26, 2010
This big meow went to the beach and back!

I went to a nearby beach for a company trip and had lots of fun there! The sight is nice since my room apartment was facing the beach, and the thick huge bed is so comfortable to sleep on. And the air conditioner is freezing cold till I have to cover my head with the comforter. But I had good night sleep for the past few nights.

We had team building exercises too, which were interesting though it was tedious. But it was lots of fun especially the last activity....

Then in evening, we had a lucky draw and I won a cheapskate thermo flask because one of the cups got chipped. Anyways ... never mind ... because I went karaoke with a Japanese colleague until 1 am. And my other colleagues finished their karaoke session at 2 am!! They were singing Raya songs the whole night. It was quite fun to hear them singing 'coz there were only two of us in the room! And the karaoke songs selection was sucks but I went there just for the fun of it. So no complain since it was paid by the company. I had some good singing too. And I realised my singing skills have gone down the hill. ARGH!!! I need to practice harder on my vocal!!!

And then I creeped into bed with my jeans and fresh tee. HAHA. I fell into a deep slumber followed by a weird dream. I hate my dreams because for one reason monstrous animals like whale, shark and even turtles made their ways into my dreams. So the dream started off with me looking over a rather small pier and I could see monstrous animals like a whale and turtle swimming around the pier and they were going back to the sea via a small water tunnel. They were accompanied by small dolphins which were chirping like birds? And then I was telling myself why the heck was a monstrous turtle swimming?? Then it moved on to another story. I saw a comedian actor from Hong Kong in white blouse and and white pants and I think even white shoes. According to the story weaved in my dream, he always shared his problems with me. I even remembered asking him "You have everything in life, what else do you want?". He didn't reply but I could sense it was love. Then the image of his wife played in my mind and then his mistress who was beautiful and she had this sweet smile that any man can fall for. Then I realised that face belongs to my collegemate that I don't get along the most. In fact, we don't even get on well. HAHA. She was the mistress and this guy has been having meals with his mistress, neglecting his wife... I don't know what was my connection to this comedian guy but I have access to his house and I know he is damn rich. I saw myself walking around his house like I know the landscape like the back of my hand. I felt sad for him in a way but I didn't know why.... and I woke up to my roomie's alarm. UGH!

The next day, we had serious meeting. I was so tired during lunch hour so I went to nap and dreamed of a cat and a dog? The cat were trying to pat the dog?? Then I woke up for the next meeting. UGH.

Then I'm now back updating this blog ... Sorry no photos and I came back early from my trip... I miss the apartment's pillow, bed and air cond.

Then give me another dream!

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17 meows
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Not 17 again for sure. I can't go back to 17 physically but I can spiritually. =)

Anyways, my sister was telling my mum that there was this lady who had 17 children. So she spent most of her lifetime getting pregnant. She is a full time pregnant lady. Not mean to be rude but all her life she did was to have a child.

How did she feel to get pregnant 17 times? Is this what she dreams of? I cannot understand that feeling. How does it feel like to attend to 17 children?!

Anyways, in record, there was a woman who got pregnant over 50 times. So 17 is not even close to that world record.

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