Murphy Strikes Again

Murphy’s Law strikes again, everything that can go wrong will go wrong when you least expects it to. On my very last week back in Malaysia, before flying back to Melby to complete my studies, I got hit by a whole wave of illness.

Firstly on Monday I woke up with the slightest sore throat, something I chose to ‘wisely’ ignore. Then on Tuesday, what was supposed to be a simple dental check-up and de-scaling exercise ended up with me having my wisdom tooth extracted. The day ended with me having a bloody mouth and a sore throat that was worsening.

Wednesday officially was dubbed HellDay, my sore throat got to the point where by it was as if a million needles were stabbed at me all at once whenever I swallowed anything. Any ‘swallow’ cliché jokes from any of you will not be appreciated in the least bit. Even swallowing saliva was as painful as swallowing broken pieces of glass, it was absolutely unbearable, not to mention my gum still seem to occasionally be bleeding from the huge void my wisdom tooth left behind.

Finally succumbed to seeing the doctor when my chest and neck started to flush red and I started to run a temperature. The doctor gave me a whole lot of meds and asked me to finish them. The night was pretty unbearable as well, because the heat in my neck and throat was killing me… Literally, I was HOT. Finally I slept after taking some more paracetamol, late in the night.

Wow, this was my last week, and everything was meant to be perfect. I was supposed to catch up with all my friends one last time before I go back to Melby, but all of that is now ruined. Even if I felt up to it to meet my friends, my parents wouldn’t have let me leave the house in the recovery process anyway.

Really need some TLC from a bf under these circumstances

Today on Thursday, my temperature and sore throat have started to recede, but the flushing redness is still on my neck, and is slowly developing into an itch… I wonder if its an allergy… to my meds? Or to something I came in contact with. Mostly not meds, all my life I have never been know to be allergic to them.

Anyway, there goes my last week here in KL, wasted on me recovering from a whole string of unexpected illness. Yikes, hopefully I’ve hit rock bottom and things won’t get any worse from here on.

Signing out.

Watch Your Safety

The level of safety in our beloved country is becoming more and more of a concern as everyday we hear and read of petty crimes, such as robbing and snatch thieving, being committed. The problem has become more visible of late especially so with the constant warnings and reminder of my parents.

My mom has advice me not to wear my watch when going out at night, because she said that it is highly possible that people would want to rob me of it. And she can be very convincing and descriptive when describing how robbers chop off the hands of their victims with a parang (machete) just to collect the bounty of a watch.

This worries me as I start to wonder if the level of safety in our country has deteriorated, or could it just be that my mum’s level of paranoia has increased lately. To be fair I’m not even wearing any Rolex or Patek watches, it was just a birthday present from my parents this year… is my mum worrying for nothing?

Neither is my watch this Mickey Watch, although I wish it was

Assuming its not my mum’s level or paranoia that is the problem, then it’s the safety that is a snag. Shouldn’t more effort be placed by the government and by the police force in ensuring the safety of its tax paying citizens? Should we the citizens be content to live with fear of being robbed or hurt by snatch thieves all our lives, every single day?

I guess sitting here and ranting about the safety is certainly not the solution to the problem. But so then I was wondering to myself, what exactly is the best solution to the problem? What can we do?

Our police force is always busy doing God knows what, whouldn't they need more supervision by some less corrupt body? Certainly not the Attorney Generals office, coz by golly they seem to be of the same feathers.

Apart from that, a lot of the criminals that commit these petty crimes are foreigners that come in to the country as workers but evade immigration to continue to ‘prosper’ in our country. Should the immigration department then not review its policy in easily allowing foreign workers to stay in the country?

But then the issue of foreign workers is a whole other can of worms in itself. Most Manufacturers in our country claim that foreign workers are the life and blood of the Malaysian production line, as our local people are too conceited to be a simple factory worker. This problem is probably in part stemmed by our less than convincing education system, in which produces more and more graduates each year that are not fit to join the work force as degree or diploma holders but are then over qualified to be simple factory workers as they are after all a graduate. (looks like this can be a whole post in itself)

Then finally there is the supposed conspiracy that the immigration department is allowing more and more foreign workers to enter and reside in the country, especially foreigners of a particular religion and race. This is so that politically and racially the ratio of One Malaysia is always stacked against others.

Oh well, I guess its sad that I cant even wear things I like out at night for fear of my own safety. But then again, maybe I’m just influenced by my mum’s paranoia and over exaggerating.

Signing out.

Losing The Wrong Stuff

Being back for a while now, the one comment I constantly get from people meeting me is how I’ve lost ‘soo’ much weight. Erm, at first I was rather happy with that comment and took it as a compliment, but recently the types of comment I get sounds more like an offence than a compliment. And that kinda scares me.

One of my friends even asked if I had some form of major sickness or something, though I’m pretty sure he meant it as more of a joke, it still stung a little.

I think I’ve been attracting negative comments because the weight and mass that I have lost with all my workouts seems to be on all the wrong places. I seem to have smaller arms, neck and legs, but still the same old love-handle filled gut.

Seriously having been religiously going to the gym for more than a year now, yet I'm still no where near a six-pack, I’m starting to think I may just not have the six-pack genes… Its not that I must have a six-pack… but err, I guess it would be cool to have one :) I mean if I cant have a boyfriend like Taylor, the least I can do is have a body like his right?



Haha, yea that looks great, but maybe a little to ambitious :p Gonna review my workout to maybe try and lose and gain mass in the right places! How I wish there was an easier way.

Signing out.

Enforced Mannerism

I may seem a little more relaxed and gay mannered around my gay friends, which would prompt them to think that I am very out. But in actual fact, I view myself as someone that is quite very much in the closet and not ready to come out to the world yet. Frankly speaking, only a very small number of my straight friends are privileged to the information that I am gay, and I believe myself to be predominantly straight acting around the people that has no knowledge of my sexual inclination.

Hence that is why I was pretty shocked when a couple of my gay friends recently pointed out to me that I am in fact very ‘obvious’ (obviously gay) and they can definitely tell that I am gay. This comes as a shock to me because all these while I thought I was straight acting, yet now I am suddenly branded to be ‘obvious’?

A friend even went as far as to say that I am feminine… Wow, so all these while I thought I was straight acting, and all of a sudden I am supposedly acting feminine?

I guess this is a wake up call for me to rethink my mannerism and actions in public, its time for me to become more straight acting until I am comfortable enough to step out of the closet. I am at that point in my life whereby I am still dependent on my family for my education and living expenses, therefore I cannot risk them knowing and throwing me out in the streets with nothing to fend for myself.

Finally, wow feminine? Hahaha that seriously came as a blow to me… feminine? Seriously? Seriously? LoL… No offence to the femme gays out there, I luv you guys, but I frankly don’t see myself as femme…

Signing out.