Before I go:

Collect numerous house addresses.
See that dentist which I'm so bloody afraid of.
Get that jaw x-ray.
Get that chest x-ray.(I'm going to glow when I come back from the hospital)
Get that laptop. Fill it with the other European languages.
Get that visa.
Get that Visa.
Get that flight ticket.
Get that music from Eswhy.
Port the load from my desktop onto my future laptop.
Clear out most of the cupboards in the house.
Pack that soon to be near the weight limit bag.
Shop for thicker than normal clothes.
Load up on drugs.
Finish a few calculations. And not to forget pass them along.
Call Lesley.
Adjust some muscles.
Learn how to cook properly.
Select some tools.
Leave some things behind.
Buy tissue for people to weep at the airport.(just kidding la should't you guys go somewhere to celebrate after I ciao?)
SHOP!

And see all the monyets for the last time.

"Don't get hurt, don't fall down, don't trip, because if you get hurt no one is going to help you, no one is going to give you any sympathy and they're going to screw you for getting hurt in the first place."

Growing up with that kinda advice has always been....uhhh yeah you can guess.

"Everyone will be watching your every move waiting for you to screw up, so learn how to watch your own back."

"You gotta cover your own ass cause people will be setting you up. People are going to let you catch the shit."

I guess thats why people keep on coming to me. Some kinda natural stability I have. The shelter in the storm. Even when my life flips I'm still praised for the plans I have stocked or the new plans that I form.

Then the results flipped me like a ramly. And grilled me like a steak.(pardon the food analogy hungry lah)

So I backed up into my contingency plans. Long and complex.

They were all thrown out of the window by the very person who gave me the advice. And they sure hit the sidewalk hard.

Then a friend heard about things and took me for a walk and handed me a stick to use on random leaves to insanely destructive effects. He was wowed by my martial prowess. I'm deadly with anything 3 and a half feet long.

Another 2 kept checking up on me.

An e-mail from australia told me to cheer up.

When I called one of my "daughters" to inform her about something else she was also very concerned about my current state.

So I guess the first report that came out about me was pretty bad. But things cooled pretty fast.

So stop acting like I'm a bomb about to go off wei. I'm ok seriously. *jabs Li-Sheen* I'm not emo.*prod prod*

i've just had an incredible 24 hours

I've just got back from an all meals free trip to melaka with free lodging in the home of the yeow sisters xinyi and xinyan

But the past few hours leave much to be desired. When i arrived home after the long drive...

I was told to give up my phone, my car, going cross country, and pay 500.

I hope my results go wel.

I've been having problems with my health a lot. And it seems to be precisely after I go out with a girl.

Which is bizzare. I think some jealous guy cursed me. That or one of my angry groupies.

30th June I ended up with severe muscle damage and some mental repair work to perform. From the night before. Was not easy.

Then I was taken to go pick up chicks. I ended up a cripple.

Soon after I was busy like mad and didn't see anyone for awhile except for Peggy and Yee Hwa. Which nothing happened.

Then I went off to see Pui Yean. I fell asleep on the floor and had a cold which has plagued me until now.

Then I went out with sweet ol'....Whoops I mean young Xinyan. Sorethroat for a very very long time.

So what was the last thing to happen? My hands got mauled. Shortly after I was drowned in a slew of work with scalpels without handles, extremely heavy boxes, super heating blowers and glue. I've got cuts all over my hands, which I've cauterized one by accident with the blower but I'm not really bothered cause I could've gotten more cuts if I had the skin of a pantywaist.....but I got stabbed by a box. Yes Wtf people. I got stabbed by a box and it got stuck deep enough to draw blood. And the freaking scalpels only cut me once!

Papercuts are deadly.