I’m so weird. I went to bed before midnight last night, and yet woke up exhausted. But the night before, I went to bed at about 2am and woke up really early, and yet I was still fine and active throughout the day.

Here are some more examples of how “opposite” I am… when I drink coffee, I get sleepy instead of staying awake!

And… I can’t take vegetables. Not only because I dislike them, but they upset my bowel movement. If I stay off ‘em, I’m good… but if I eat a lot, I get constipation instead. It’s another great reason for me to not eat my greens, actually, so that’s fine with me…

It’s 12.51am. There goes my promise to myself to sleep before midnight from 1st October onwards. I can’t remember when was the last time I was in bed before midnight. I think it was when I wasn’t well a few months ago.

First of all, thanks to everyone who expressed concern about my being trapped in the office building. And for your zany ideas about walking through walls and calling the fire dept for the tarp. I think my dad coming over to cut the lock is still the best though, because it actually works.

First non-sequitur thought of the night. Ee Ping, the camwhore queen, bragged about her new camera to me. Apparently she dropped her camera and broke the lens of her old camera during her climb up Mt Kinabalu. I suppose she was trying to take a photo of herself climbing, hehehehe. Lesson to be learnt here – never try to handle a camera when you’re trying to balance yourself on a tiny ledge no larger than your big toe. So now she’s got a pink camera that’s waterproof and shockproof which she’s christened Pinky.

So this is technically Ee Ping’s Pinky. Hahaha!

I’ve got my own waterproof and shockproof camera I bought last year, but because technology has improved so much, this year’s cameras are better than last year’s cameras. Of course I’m sore, especially since they cost the same. Argh!

Ee Ping pointed out I’ve got my own DSLR camera though. Yeah in case you didn’t know, I got myself a Nikon D60 which I absolutely love. No, unlike Ee Ping, I didn’t take a photo of my new baby.

My response to her is the following (via SMS), copied verbatim here:

Aiyah it’s not like I can lug the DSLR everywhere with me. The waterproof can follow you to the mountain tops and the depths of the oceans, stick with you through rough and fine weather, for frollicking at the beach or while you’re exploring the darkest of caves, and emerge with beautiful memories – and a camera that still functions – that last a lifetime. Golly I sound like an advertisement. I should go into the advertising line!!

I missed my calling in life, I tell you. Considering I wrote that in one shot without thinking about what to write. By the way, if any of you camera companies copy the above statement in any form, whether condensed or in full without my permission, I will sue you. However compensation in the form of a top-notch DSLR camera complete with all the many different types of lenses would be more than adequate.

By the way, yes, I do know that climbing Mt Kinabalu isn’t real climbing in the true sense, and there isn’t any cliffhanger moment where you dangle by your fingers from a ledge no larger than your big toe. I think it’s a shame because there should be moments like those incorporated as part of the climb. Then the climbing cert would really mean something!

Next non-sequitur train of thought. I was at Tesco’s the other day, and I wanted to buy a plastic 5-tier drawer but I couldn’t reach it as it was on the top shelf. I didn’t see any of the Tesco personnel and I saw a scrawny nerdy guy coming over. I mistook him for the personnel (he was dressed in similar garb and wearing a tag around his neck) and asked him for help, only to have him mumble that he’s not a worker, and hurry off. Geez. I mean, you don’t have to work there to help me get something, right? Especially when a beautiful girl is asking you for help. I wanted to ask him if he knows why he doesn’t have a girlfriend, but he hurried off a little too quickly.

One more non-sequitur train of thought. I miss being in love. I don’t yearn for a relationship or a marriage, but it’s fun to be in love. Right now I’m stretched for time between tuition classes, dancing, and my website work, I don’t even get to meet new people, much less go out. I can’t remember the last time I hung out, or went out. My sister reminded me that I went out last Saturday when I watched Broadway Parodies Lagi Lah (which was brilliant! But I couldn’t help constantly comparing it to the first production, Broadway Parodies Lah) with Bronya and Mei Ling at KL Pac, but that doesn’t count. And I did watch Mamma Mia! with Sue Ching (Pierce Brosnan sooooooo can’t sing!!!!)? on Monday. But I mean the last time I was with friends/on a date and I just chilled and hung out. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to chill and hang out.

One of my friends (I won’t say who) is interested in a girl and sometimes hashes things out with me as to what he should do and what’s going on. I think it’s so sweet, and the going looks really good for him. But gosh, I miss someone going after me and trying to read the signals and trying to send out signals and all that.

But no, I stress, I’m not dying for a relationship or marriage.

Oh, one last non-sequitur thought. I’m not a pervert, but I’m beginning to realise that I know and understand a lot of sexual innuendos better than some people. Not saying that I understand all of them, but I’ve had friends who ask me what certain things mean when it’s obvious to me. Like, tell me a dirty joke and I usually understand it immediately. And there are certain terms that may sound innocent to the untrained ear, but can have a totally different meaning. No, I’m not giving any examples here. And trust me, this is not knowledge I relish and take pride in. So sometimes if you see me suddenly freeze and give you a look when you’ve said something, stop and ask yourself what you just said. Erm, and it’s also probably partly because I have a very vivid imagination. Describe something to me and I can visualize it immediately. It’s terrible especially when people describe disgusting stuff to me. Or certain positions.

By the way, I went to JB a couple of weeks ago for a line dance workshop. I took loads of photos with my new baby. Trying to upload them all onto PhotoBucket, but there are so many photos that it’s taking forever. Anyway I’ve got some on Facebook, which you can view here.

Right now in my typical multitasking fashion, I’m trying to work on my many websites, and clear up my many hard disks at the same time. I’ve just reformatted my laptop and one of my PCs, and they’re so nice and clean and sterile now. I backed up all my files into two of my external hard drives, but the drives are kinda small (only 80GB each) and they’re already spilling over. I saw a 1TB external hard drive for RM500 in the computer store the other day (Quick Physics/Math lesson: 1TB=1 Terabyte=1000000000000 bytes i.e. 12 zeros. Well not really, because 1 KB=1024 bytes and so on, but let’s not go into such detail. I already drive my friends up the wall with talk of angles, square roots and parallel lines). And I just stood there drooling. Not literally, but I really just stood there looking at it with such longing. In the end I had to drag myself away and remind myself I just bought a Nikon D60 and my purse is rather empty. Figuratively of course, because I paid for the camera via plastic.

It’s now 1.46am. Non-sequitur thoughts can be so time-consuming. The last one wasn’t even really the last one. I’ve got a couple more, but I think I should stop here for now

I had cause for panic this morning.

I had a bad night’s sleep. I couldn’t sleep until about 3-4am, and I woke up at 6am itching all over. First I cursed the mosquitoes. My sister constantly gets attacked by mosquitoes in her room at night, and complains about it frequently. I thought the mosquitoes attacked me this time, until I switched on the light and took a good look at my rashes. They weren’t mosquito bites. They were hives!!

I’ve had hives before, about 3 years back, so I knew very well what they looked like. They look identical to mosquito bites actually, except that there are way too many of them, some forming a huge “island”. The first time I had them, I thought they were really insect bites, and suffered for a few days before someone told me they were allergies. I was trying multigrain bread, and I suppose I was allergic to one or more of the grains in the bread. Back then, I couldn’t find anything that worked. I went to the doctor who gave me antihistamines and steroid cream, which didn’t work. I went to a pharmacist who gave me another type of antihistamine and calamine lotion, which didn’t work (the calamine lotion soothed the itches though). A nurse friend gave me another antihistamine. Nope. Nothing helped.

Finally a friend who is in an MLM company which sells exclusively health drinks and products gave me a vitamin drink which was expensive, but very very good. And finally, my hives started to go down. I had to suffer with hives for 3-4 weeks, and still had to go to work. I remember that I was emceeing a sports event for school, and I just stayed behind the mike in the shade. Poor me… in spite of my sickness, I still had to find the enthusiasm to create excitement for the sports events via the PA system.

Anyway this morning when I saw the hives on my legs and arms, the nightmare of my first hives came back to me. I did not want to suffer another 3-4 weeks, and I certainly cannot take an MC… not when I have no job! Well right now my income comes mainly from my classes, and if I don’t go for my classes, I don’t get paid!!

My mum was awake, so I rolled off the bed and went downstairs to ask if she had calamine lotion. Fortunately (for me, anyway) my mum is susceptible to allergies too, and she has her own regular antihistamine. She gave me one of her tablets, and a bottle of calamine lotion. I then rolled back into bed.

When I woke up about 9am later, THE HIVES WERE GONE!!! HALLELUJAH!!!

When I saw the hives this morning, actually the first thing I did was to send an SOS SMS to Bronya who I consult as my dietitian and nutritionist. She asked where my hives were, and concluded it was a digested allergy, i.e. hives triggered by something I ate, rather than something I wore and/or came into contact with. I’ve been racking my head for any foreign foods I’ve eaten in the past few days. The most unusual is a delicious tapioca cake my friend made, and I know I’m not allergic to tapioca so it made no sense. Other things were biscuits my sis and dad brought back from Penang, but they’re just regular biscuits. Unless some of them used grains or nuts that I was allergic to, they shouldn’t be my allergy trigger. My worry is that I have an allergy to another food item, and I honestly don’t know what it is!!

But anyway, I’m glad that my hives are gone!!!

With my birthday around the corner, I made a wishlist again…

Actually I don’t really seriously want anything expen$ive. As long as people remember enough to give me a card, I’ll be more than happy )) However since I won’t be around on my birthday, I guess I won’t be getting anything this year. Sigh…

Read my wishlist for 2008. And check out 2007’s.

For those of you who have me in your Facebook contacts, yes, this is my current status. It sucks being sick. I’ve been sick for more than a week now – the flu, cough, sore throat. The works. Thankfully no fever. But then, fever wouldn’t have kept me up the way a cough would.

By the way, for those of you who posted comments in my last post, I’ve replied in the comments section. Sorry it took a while; I hadn’t checked my blog control panel lately. In case you’re wondering why your comments did not show up immediately, it’s because comments must be approved before they will be shown; my blog was hit by hundreds of spam comments a day (literally!) until I finally blocked their IP addresses.? Can’t have little kids like you reading my perfectly innocent blog posts, and after that being recommended to increase a certain body part of yours to please someone. Remember, kids. SIZE DOESN’T MATTER. Unless you’re actually a size 12 but insisting you’re a size 8 and you squeeze yourself into that tiny dress like toothpaste out of the tube.

I think I’m going to be in for another practice session tonight. *koff koff*