Hola.

No, my blog is not dead.

I was away for the weekend in Malacca with my family for a short holiday because we all needed it. EVERYONE NEEDS HOLIDAY, LIKE AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH! Haha.

Anyways, it felt so good wking up this morning with no alarm clock and now I'm just relaxing on my couch with the TV on. IT FEELS SO GOOD!

Will be updating on my trip super soon! 

I hope your weekend was as good as mine or even better!

:)

Perforated Appendicitis and Mayfair Bodyline.

As mentioned in a few of the previous posts, I went for a session at the Burmah Road's Mayfair Bodyline and I'm finally going to blog about it. 

Long post ahead guys.

First, you need to know that I'm not one of those girls who would fork out own money to go to slimming centre like this one. Let me tell you how I got it.

One of the things I like to do is read people's blog. One of the blogs that I follow is fourfeetnine. Yes, that's the blogger's height and once she posted about her experience at Mayfair in KL and she had a some sort of contest where you need to tell her why she should give you the free visit to Mayfair. Tell her your story basically.

So, I wrote to her on my story. 

Here's how I wrote it.

Okay, never mind. I clicked on the comment section but it won't load and I clicked for like ten times already. forget it. Basically, I wrote about how I was wheeled into the emergency section and had to go under the knife because the doctors couldn't tell what was wrong with me. It was after they cut me open that they found out that, "Oh, it's perforated appendicitis!"

Oh and this is how I know I was one of the lucky winner!

Back.. I'm not blaming the doctors though. The process from getting me x-rayed to inserting tubes to pushing me to a sudden surgery when I started to have a fever happened very fast. So yeah. I made it a very short 'story' so it's just main points to the event.

One thing I remembered clearly of writing was the reason why I wanted the free visit to Mayfair Bodyline. I told her that even though it has been two years since the surgery, I'm still very much upset with the scar that I got. It's long and ugly. Not only that, ever since the surgery, a part of my stomach is always bloated and there seems to be a lot of air in it. I have never gotten a flat stomach since. Not even when I left the hospital.

I stayed in the hospital for 5 days. I remembered asking for permission to leave on a Sunday morning. Doctor agreed but to one condition and one condition only. I must not eat anything other than porridge. Nothing else. Of course I agreed immediately. Porridge is like one of my favorite food okay.

Anyways, when I left the hospital, I lost about 8-10 kg. Crazy right? It's not that shocking for me because during that whole 5 days, I did not once swallow anything other than few drops of water everyday. DROPS OF WATER.

I had tubes all over my body and one of the tubes channel some salt-liquid-thing into my body acting as food and water. Something like that. The other tube was to channel morphine into my body. That one very funny because I was my own boss. Anytime I felt the post surgery pain, I just had to press the button and the morphine would help take away the pain.

Once, it felt painful and super uncomfortable so I pressed the button, but for the first 1 minute nothing happened so I pressed again. At that time, no one was with me because my mom and sister went back home to shower. When Rachel came right after I pressed for the second time, I asked her, "Why is the fan turning so fast and touching the floor?"

Her expression was priceless. She looked at me very puzzled and worried, then she turned to look at the morphine monitor and realized that it has increased two times than before she left. I told her I pressed twice. She laughed and I knew that time that I should just sleep and I did. After that, I never press for the morphine anymore. It made me feel like a crazy person.

Anyways, back to this. So, even when I lost about 10 kg, my stomach remained big. At first, I didn't really bother by it because I knew that it was probably swollen after the cut. Then, I slowly gained back my kilograms to a normal weight of 44kg. Guess what happened to my stomach?

Nothing. It remained bloated. It probably grew bigger because I did put on more weight after that. So that was the frustrating part. 

Fourfeetnine mentioned that by winning this free visit, your body will be examined by the consultants and they will be recommending treatments and stuff to help. I wanted to win this because for once, I would really like to hear from the professionals. 

I made appointment and got to the place.

I got myself checked (sort of) by one of the lady consultant and she recommended that I go through 4 types of treatment. Unfortunately, I had a few mosquitoes bites that time and can only do the other 2 treatments next time. 

This time I can only do two that concentrates on my tummy. 

Honestly, I didn't think she understands completely what I meant when I told her about my surgery and the scar. I know that there was nothing that I can do about the scar but I just needed to know if there's a treatment that could reduce the stomach size. 

At one point, she even say it's purely fat. I burst out laughing and said, "Yeah lo!"

I don't think it's purely fat. *self denial* I mean, for sure got fat lah cos I have been putting on weight like no one's business, bu the thing is the part where it bloats, it's from the top of the scar till the bottom. Outside of it no more bloating. Or maybe my scar is so long that it covers the whole area of tummy la.

So, the first treatment is called Suction something. I can't remember what it's called. Another lady came in and did this for me. She assured me that it was going to hurt just a little. 

LIES!

It's sort of high-powered suction kind, and it hurts like crazy. She could tell because of how my body moved. NO PAIN REALLY NO GAIN! Oh and after a while it feels less painful because already numb. 

She did on one side of my stomach and then asked the lady consultant to come in and check. She took a picture of it to show me the difference. 

This is her trying to get a nice shot of the stomach.

Oh I forgot to mention that because there wasn't anything that they can do with the scar and they are convinced that it's purely fat, it's best to do the suction to break out the fats or something. I not sure because after they say it's purely fat, my ears closed d. Haha.

Also, she pointed out that my waist is starting to grow bigger, like can see it's slowly getting out of shape and stuff. Goodness. Boleh pengsan.

Anyways, this suction thing cannot only do for one time. For it to be more effective, it has to be done like 2-3 times a week. And for 7 times (got promotion for bloggers' winners), it will only cost about RM1,200 instead of normal price which is about RM1,700.

I knew this was coming. No, I did not get it of course. 

Wait, i'm jumping on my story. 

So, after she did the suction on one side, she showed me the difference. She asked me can see or not. I nodded although honestly I didn't see any difference.

The left side is a bit red because of the suction. She pointed to me the left side of the waist and right side.

I see no difference. It looks the same to me. 

Anyways, besides that suction treatment which I feel is completely pointless for me since I'm going to do it once only and never again, let's look at the scar.

The scar that I've never dared to really talk about or take photos of it.

Oh, in case if you're wondering what stomach bloated all she's talking about. In this photo, it looked like the kind of tummy I had before the surgery. Maybe because I'm lying down, that's why here it looks flat.

Anyways, this is one miracle. When it was a fresh scar, it used to be one dark drown long line through my belly button. It was horrible. Not to mention the end of the scar is like mutilated or something. If you see it close-up, you'll hate it too.

Now, when I look at it, it gets better. It gets easier on the eye. Also, if you see closely on the left, there is another scar. Just in case if you are wondering, our apendiks is on the right side of your body. So, even when my whole apendiks exploded and infected my big intestines, they still had to open up a tiny hole which is not really that tiny to drain out whatever toxic that's left behind. That requires another tube of course. Speaking of tube, the fourth tube I had on me was for the extra liquid to come out in the form of urine. Yes, it was SUPER uncomfortable when they insert the tube into my peeing area. If I knew, I would ask them to do it after I smell the 1..2..3..4..zzzz gas. 

I don't know if it's because it's General Hospital that I got such a scar. I don't know. I knew that there were more than 10 people in the operating theatre. Yes, I had time to count how many people were actually going to see my whole body. I only had one cloth covering my body and nothing else and then what made it more challenging was when they transferred me to the surgery table. FOR SURE MADE OF STEEL! It was like lying on ICE! Kid you not. Seriously though, could it have been a better looking scar if I went into a private hospital instead of GH? Maybe but GH is best when it comes to emergency cases. That or God has got His eyes watching over me and my interesting life :) I think it's both. 

I have many questions in my head even up to now about this experience. No questions of why I had to go through it. More of what ifs.

Did you know that the same night I was admitted, there were two other men that was wheeled in for the perforated appendicitis surgery? 

Did you know that the two men did not make it and I did? 

I suffered the abdomen pain for 24 hours before I told my parents to take me to hospital because the pain was too intense. What would have happened if I decided to wait till the morning to go hospital? 

It was midnight when I was sent in. All the what ifs.

Through this, I hold close to my heart this verse. It gives me such a deep sense of security of life. At this age, you can't stop yourself from worrying about the future and all the things that's gonna happen. You can't.

So, believe in the One who created you and wants the best for you, even when that means a bit of physical/emotional pain once in a while. That's how one gets tougher. 

I have it all planned out. Plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for -Jeremiah 29:11-

I HAVE TO STOP JUMPING EVERYWHERE WHILE TELLING A STORY!

After the suction, I was escorted to the end of the hallway and was asked to stand on a vibrating machine that has infrared lights.

No pain this time phew. 

You know now it's like a trend to get one of those exercising machine where you stand on top of it and it vibrates/shakes. Can always see they do roadshow in the malls. Children are always attracted to these things. Let me google it for you.

Nah. Something like this. On the left photo. Mine is with infrared lights facing your tummy and thighs.

So, all I need to do was stand straight, hold the side and be like this for 10 minutes. The machine will move for a good 10 minutes. I thought it wasn't that bad until the infrared lights got hotter a little and my thighs felt itchy.

Not allowed to scratch sumore. Only can gently tap it. Apparently, it's supposed to be itchy. It means that the toxic is coming out or something. I don't know lah.

The shaking part really very nice. I can feel my butt shaking its fat like crazy. Also, makes me feel like my butt is as big as Kim Kardashians or something.

Speaking of that, her game is so addictive. I actually stopped Candy Crush because I got hooked on her Hollywood game.

It's very girly? Not really lah. Very diva-ish, as how Koay would like to describe it.

So, that's pretty much the part one of my experience with Mayfair Bodyline so far. I still have part two which I haven't even make any appointment yet.

If not mistaken, it's going to be wrap up something. Chilli mask or something like that. Sounds pretty interesting since I love everything spiceyyy. I should stop babbling now since this post is really a long one.

It feels good to finally talk about the surgery procedure and stuff although it's not very organized.

Maybe one day I will write a timeline of that night. I can still remember okay. Such a memorable night. 

Okay bye.

Real Room Escape: Break The Code.

If you read my blog often, you would know that I try my best to plan things to do during public holidays. It could be roadtrips, food trip or just anything.

This time, I saw a great deal on Groupon on this interesting adventure. Normal price usually about RM30+ per person right, Groupon is selling at only RM25 per person.

Since we've always wanted to try this out but never did because so expensive, I thought that the replacement holiday could use an activity. So, I went ahead and bought for 12 people. Crazy hor.

Koay even 'questioned' me because I straight buy for 12 people without having 12 people saying yes to this activity. Haha.

At first, I was quite nervous because I was either lacking of one or two people, but thank God all spaces were filled. Heh.

So, we met at Belisa Row at 3:30pm and since maximum number of people allowed in one category/room is up to 8 people, we decided to split into two groups.

The Crazy Lab (zombie apocalypse) and Detective X.

It is said that Detective X is the hardest of all four and Crazy Lab is probably the second hardest.

We picked our category and started our adventure. 

Detective X
Adrian//Eulene//Joshua//Le Anne//Le Roy//Sarah

Crazy Lab
Angeline//Baxster//Ben//Jesher//Nehemiah//Nikki

Both teams did not manage to complete it within 60 minutes. Boohoo. We were all so close to the finishing line. SO CLOSE OKAY! If only we have extra 30 minutes. If only.

I don't know about the Crazy Lab, but for Detective X, everything looked so real in it and all the clues were amazing. We have 3 hints which mean when we press on the bell, a helper will come in and help us solve a 'puzzle' by giving us hints etc. A few times, I was mind blown. The clues/puzzles all very clever lah. Love it!

Goofing around with the props. Ben is definitely having a lot of fun :)

Celebrity shot with our Nikki Minaj. This photo makes my day, anytime. Siau lang.

I'm quite adventurous in trying out new hairstyle. This one big no-no.

It was only one hour, but it was filled with so much fun. More fun than I expected.

Ahh, another Public Holiday well spent :)

Next Public Holiday will be spent out of Penang! EIGHT more days till vacation! :)

Freedom Fest 2014.

Special thanks to Abigail for all the amazing photos posted on Facebook.

As mentioned on Instagram, my favorite moment has to be the release of balloons. Who doesn't like helium balloons and who doesn't like looking at them as they float up to the sky?

So yeah. 

Blessed Independence Day, Malaysia.

The Ugly Truth.

Before I go into the ugly truth, can I just say that I'M SO HAPPY SEPTEMBER IS HERE! FEW MORE DAYS AND MONTHS TO HOLIDAYS AND FUN TIMES! AUGUST IS FINALLY OVERRR! :)

So, the trip to the slimming place last week triggered something inside me.

More like my eyes were opened and I had to face the ugly truth.

I know a lot of thin girls always call themselves fat when their stomach is not flat or when their arms become flabby. I was in that category. Really, thin people shouldn't use the word fat anymore to describe how they feel when their stomach isn't flat anymore. 

Fat is fat. 

For me, I am a petite kind of girl. So, everytime when my stomach looks huge and isn't how I would like them to be, I labeled myself fat. I shouldn't have and will not continue to do that. I don't even know how to type out words to explain it. Bottom line is people who are relatively thin/petite should stop using the word fat on themselves. 

Anyway, I've decided that I should really start cutting on my carbs intake and walk more. Yeah, that's what i said like one year ago and maybe 3 months ago.

I guess this time it's really different. This time it really hit me.

This time, I had a professional to look at my body and point out areas that needed work. Not those slim-me-down kind of work though. Just need to fix some areas and stuff. More details on that on the next post.

I'm quite thankful that I'm okay with chicken breast meat since that's going to be my 'rice'. Haha. I have no idea how to make this work. I hope I will have the discipline I need and for once be serious in my eating habits. FOR ONCE.

Having fried chicken once in a while should be allowed, right?

Hah.

Healthy eating starts today :)

Three More Days.

then it's bye-bye August..

What Directions?

I am so bad at directions you have no idea.

That or maybe I'm just too lazy to think of the routes leading to my destination.

And I do sales for a living.

Such irony of life.

And I love driving.

Hmm.

This is interesting.

In about 1 hour, I will be experiencing for the first time in my life such a thing. No, not tattoo. I'm going to a shop where they are famous for making people slim. I called them, googled and called them again to ask exactly where their shop is. I hope they don't thinkI'm such a noob in this. Burmah Road is really a very long road okayyy! 

And no, I did not pay to go for some slimming course. 

I was selected to get this award. Can't believe I actually used the word award. Heh. Selected sumore as if I need to go for some slimming sessions. No, don't say anything. Haha.

I 'participated' in a 'contest' sort of and was one of their 10 winners. I actually hoped to get selected for the sake of my scar. That horrible 13cm long eh scar.

Even until now, I haven't really want to blog about it because mentally not ready to show the world my scar, and it's been like what? 3 years? 

Okay, more updates on this award.

Hope all goes well :)

Crazy & Tough.

This is seriously insane.

It feels like forever since I last post something. Haha.

Oh, such an exciting month it has been. 

I've always had this feeling when something crazy is about to happen. More like for time kind of feeling.

Like in the year 2010 towards the end of it, I had a feeling that 2011 was going to be one crazy year. It was just a feeling that's inside for the whole month of December 2010. Crazy in the sense that I was going to be challenged to be out of my comfort zone.

True enough, it turned out to be one of the craziest year I've lived so far. Not that I've lived many many years. I'm still very young. 

From having my appendix perforated and infected my whole stomach and intestines to ending an eight years of relationship with an amazing person to losing my grandfather to cancer. These three is enough to make one person go crazy for an entire year. 

Obviously I didn't go crazy crazy. It was a tough year. Toughest year ever so far.

The funny thing was when all these craziness happen to me, it didn't shock me. Not in that sense like I didn't expect it coming. 

Okay, how do I put this into words?

Hmm.. it's more like when it happens, immediately I got reminded back in December 2010 when I had that feeling.

That same feeling came to me in July this year. Just a month ago.

I felt that August was going to be a tough month. I don't know how but I just had that feeling.

Needless to say, August is the most difficult month this year.

So many things happened this month and it's really a mixture of both good and bad. I still have one week left in this miserable month. It would be nice to get out of August and into September. 

Okay, enough of my randomness here. 

p.s I no longer have the desire to continue my candy crush. I found a new game which I super love. 

Welcome Home MH17.

MH17, an international passenger flight was shot down on 17th July 2014.

There were no survivors. In fact, it is believed that the passengers might not even know what hit them. 

This is the deadliest airline shootdown in history and Malaysia Airlines' worst incident. Not to mention just months before, MH370 went missing from the radar and even until now, still not found.

Today, as I listened to the radio and read updates from Facebook, I have goosebumps all day. 

I don't personally know anyone on board this ill-fated flight but I shed a few tears today as the bodies came home.

When I typed the words WELCOME HOME MH17, it really did something inside. I really meant it. Welcome home, passengers of MH17. Welcome home.

This is home. 

Malaysia is our home.

I don't know how to write this post. I'm just everywhere. 

I just read most, if not all of the passengers life stories told by their wife, parents, grandparents, best friends and children. 

It's really so heartbreaking. 

Rest in peace, crew members and passengers of MH17.

Crew members:

1. Mastura Mustafa (F)
2. Ahmad Hakimi Hanapi (M)
3. Hamfazlin Sham Mohamed Arifin (F)
4. Nur Shazana Mohamed Salleh (F)
5. Dora Shahila Kassim (F)
6. Lee Hui Pin (F)
7. Angeline Premila Rajandaran (F)
8. Chong Yee Pheng (F)
9. Azrina Yakob (F)

Passengers:

1. Foo Ming Lee (M)
2. Karamjit Singh Karnail Singh (M)
3. Ng Qing Zheng (M)
4. Mabel Anthony Samy (F)
5. Paul Rajasingam / Sivagnanam (M)
6. Elisabeth Ng Lyeti (F)
7. Ariza Ghazalee (F)
8. Muhammad Afif Tambi (M)
9. Noor Rahimmah Mohd Nor (F)
10. Mohd Ali Md Salim (M)
11. Hasni Hardi Parlan (M)

In Memory of Aunty Ean Beng.

After being silent for a week, I am back.

I want to convey my deepest heartfelt condolences to Pastor Heok Cheow, Judson, Joyce and Jesher in the passing of Aunty Ean Beng.

One of my fondest memories with Aunty Ean Beng was back in the days when we would always hang out at Pastor's house, have dinner and just coffee. Aunty Ean Beng will always sit at the steps and we would always share Judson's embarrassing moments. I've known Jud since 10 years old? 

Wow, it's been 16 years huh. Crazy times.

We will always laugh at Judson because of the things he did last time. I guess that made me talk to Aunty Ean Beng more. Knowing her more than just a Pastor's wife.

Once, she saw that I was taking some cili padi on the table and she asked if I love having them in my meals. I told her that it wasn't only me, both my parents are also crazy over it. Since then, everytime her cili padi plant had its products, she would always give them to us in a small see through container. 

Oh! Not to mention how delicious her homemade peanut butter is! 

Also, the day when we visited her at the hospital, she remembered everyone's names and what they do and stuff. On the way home, Koay told me that he was very shocked to see that Aunty Ean Beng remembered him. Someone who doesn't see her often at all. Maybe a few times only. 

I miss you, Aunty Ean Beng. It's still very surreal that you have gone home. I know we have never say this to you but we love you. My family loves and prays for you. We are glad that you are no longer suffering. Thank you for being the person you are. Your life have wowed so many people. Mine included. 

I don't know how it must have felt like to lose someone so close to you. I cannot and don't want to imagine. 

Judson walked to the coffin and as he lay the flower on top of it, his hand remained on the flower a while and I saw his lips moved.

"Bye Mom.."

This scene is engraved in my mind since. Everytime I think of it, my eyes get wet a little, like now..

I know they probably have heard "Be strong!" many many times. I wanted to say it but I guess it's not going to be that easy..

To Pastor Heok Cheow, Judson, Joyce and Jesher,

Know that we are praying for you everyday. For comfort, strength, peace and joy. Know that we love you and we will always be there anytime you need us. ANYTIME. 

Till I see you again, Aunty Ean Beng.

2 Broke Girls.

I decided to start on this comedy.

Like today.

Apparently, it's very entertaining. 

I can't judge yet since I've only watched the first episode.

So far so good.

Looks like I haven't totally given up yet in planning for a holiday. Hah.
Looks like KL is going to happen, hopefully.

:)

My Two Angels at Work.

Remember about three months ago I had this incident where I had to pay RM150 to get my car back? Nah, go read first.

Since that incident, I learnt my lesson and I no longer park at places where people are not supposed to park.

Because of that, I had to park behind my office at the lorong and because I start work at 9am, the usual slots that are usually still available are the back ones. The ones most far from my office.

Of course I learnt also to not mind walking that distance if that means that I don't have to be worried when I'm at work about my car. 

So, all this while I have been happily parking at my usual spot with no nonsense.

Of course there are more parking spaces nearer to the office but they are usually taken care of by people. There's one chinese uncle who's always angry and shouting at people and then there's one indian uncle with sour face also most of the time. 

I don't want to park at their territory not because they are rude and always asking for money, but the fact that I always go out of office to meet clients so when I park my car, it's usually for less than 3 hours.

Despite them being rude (at me once), I constantly smile and calls them 'Uncle' just to show respect. 

Then, this weird thing happened last week. 

Oh wait! The chinese uncle also somehow expanded his territory over the years and the front part of the lorong (nearest to the office) are also reserved by him by putting his plastic chairs on them. 

Okay, back to the story. As I drove past the 2 uncles in the morning last week, the chinese uncle waved at me to stop my car and wind down my window. I was a bit puzzled because I wasn't gonna park at his area. 

To my surprise, he went on and asked me to park at one of the plastic chair reserved slot. I wasn't sure of it but he kept insisting. So, I did and I said thank you. That was when I saw one of the biggest warmest smile from him. My heart was filled that morning. 

After few hours, I was on my way going out and there he was again smiling and waving to me. 

Not only that, every morning after that, he would always ask me to park there. Now, its sort of became my parking slot and I didn't even have to pay for anything.

Story is not over yet.

Then, there's this one security guard who works in One Academy College. He usually takes care of the back door. He's new because I haven't seen him before.

Ever since the chinese uncle asked me to park at his reserved slot, this security guard has been the nicest ever. Everytime he sees me, we talked a little. Usually it's the basic things like, "Sudah makan ah?".

Then, he became even nicer. Everytime when he sees my car turn in from a corner to park, he would stand up from his chair and sometimes out of the college just to remove the chairs for me. Then, when I leave sometimes, he would put the chair back to the slot so that no one else will park.

It's crazy because I don't even remember talking to both of them before as I parked very very far from them usually. 

Just two days ago, he even told me that he will take care of my car when I'm in office, just in case when the MPPP people come and want to tow cars away. He continued telling me that last week two cars were towed away by the MPPP.

I don't know what I did to deserve all this.

The funny thing is it happened at the right time.

I was having so much difficulty at work for the past two weeks, feeling really demotivated and just unhappy. Not unhappy with my work but just the whole concept of waking up at 8am every morning to go work. Yes, sleep is very important to me. It could be that I was really having very less sleep lately too. 

So, when this happened, immediately I was reminded that God is taking care of me. He is interested in my everyday life and He knows best. 

It's nothing big but these two men who was once strangers to me now became my angels because what they did changed everything. 

Thank You Jesus for everything.

That Kind Of Day.

I thought August was going to be a challenging month. 

Just never thought it would be this difficult and it's only the second week, sort of.

Oh goodness.

Every week this month is fully occupied with things to do.

Once August is over, I'm going to treat myself to a nice meal, go to the beach, soak my feet in the sea water and do all the mani pedi I want. Heh.

On a not related thing, people around me have been coughing a lot lately. Jayden, Sha Lynn and Kelly. All children some more. Please get well soon and stay healthy.

On another not related topic, I think one of the most challenging aspects of my job is having to deal with the pain when I see clients confirming on their flight and hotel bookings for their one-week holiday. Seriously, it's probably one of the toughest thing to do.

Do what you like, right? 

Imagine you love shopping for clothes, and so you thought by working in a clothing boutique/store, you will feel better because you are 'kinda' like doing something you love.

WRONG!

Although I really do feel sincerely happy for those confirmed on their holidays, it's remains a constant struggle for me. I would like to always imagine I'm in their shoes. 

Two weeks honeymoon in the Europe, one month backpack trip around Asia, one week family vacation to Australia, eight days to Ireland with a group of friends, 12 days to London and Paris with the lover and 25 days to the U.S.

These are all dreams that can come true :) Though the above are not all my dreams. Heh.

On another note, there seems to be two wedding dinners happening from next month onwards. Ah, I love wedding invites. I love the kind of food they serve in a typical Chinese wedding. It's all good :)

Okay, I better go and get things done now.

No more mumbling nonsense.

Just Look at Sharon.