Still Indecisive

Well, since I still can't make up my mind whether to remain with Blogger or make the move to Xanga (ha ha...just struck me how ironically similar this 'problem' it with what's going on in my life), I am blogging in both places. Whatever...some of you may call me a blogging whore...I say...sticks and stones!

The nose is somewhat behaving a little bit better this morning...it still is running but not as fast as yesterday. At the very least, my balance has returned and I am not bumping into furniture or breakables anymore. Having the cold and getting piss drunk (not that I have had any experience...ahem!) produces similar symptoms I reckon:

• Everything seems fuzzy and tend to move around in circles
• Your brains say straight but transmission of this information to the lower limbs seem impaired thus rendering the legs life of their own
• Loud noises hurt...LIKE CRAZY!!!
• All you want to do is find a level spot, lie down and SLEEP

I'll be fully recovered when I start to crave for tom yam once again. Right now, I think of food and I come up with a blank...something very very VERY rare for me.

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So, updates on the life of one bored (at this moment) Leech ~ since my last real blogging session:

• The Congress is over and done with!!! Such a relief. It went pretty well I must say. Kudos to the whole team and my partners in crime in the secretariat team. We definitely had our sparring moments but we come out of it still friends and that's all that matters at the end of the day. Oh, and also very much enjoyed our side trip to a certain joint...he he he. Must do it again peeps.
• I am not going to pursue my masters in UKM. Their enrolment sucks big time and they are not helpful at all with enquiries. Ini dipanggil Malaysia Boleh? Whatever!
• My eldest aunt has been diagnose with breast cancer. Yes, a bummer indeed. But she is so strong and so cheerful through it all...reminds me so much of my mum and how she was. Well, WE are all behind her 100%.
• My cuzzie Jenna has scored tremendously well in her STPM. To say that we are proud of her is an understatement. I just hope she realises that no matter what she scored, we will always be proud of her.

And that's it for now. Adious amigos...

A.W.O.L

Yeah, I have been away for a long while...away from blogging that is. Been trying out another site...if that proves to be easier to post my blogs than Blogger...I will make a move. In the mean time check this site out of even more sporadic posts:

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http://www.xanga.com/Lisha_Ng

Thoughts On Friends & Being One

I will be the first to admit that I am very fortunate to be surrounded by good friends. People who I know will be there for me when things get rough and when I am at my worse. People who have and will continue to put up with my nonsense and my moods...people who have laughed and cried with me. People who have seen me 'slightly' tipsy and people who have sat with me in silence. Yes, I am blessed.

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No man is an island. Well...I don't really agree. I believe that man can live on his own. Instead, the saying should read "No sane man is an island." I know that I can get pretty insane if left alone to my own devices and company for too long.

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I have recently...welll, not exactly recently...but recent enough (forgive the rambling...my stuffy nose...lack of oxygen...brain malfunction) been through a rough patch with a friend. A very good friend. That rough patch has left me doubting the truthfulness of her statements. And the problem with that is I am a very gullible and trusting when it comes to friends. Rats are a different ballgame altogether. I simply hate having doubt creep in our relationship. I don't like the double guessing...the suspicion. It is not good. I have made a decision (no, this is not the big decision that I have to make) to give her the benefit of the doubt. If she stills feels like she has to lie to me or can't quite get the truth out...well...I can't do anything about it I guess. Just as I expect my friends to accept me as I am, then I should accept her as she is.

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Relationships. A complicated ballgame. Sometimes the ball is in my court and sometimes it is in yours. But I guess that the trick is to keep the ball going and not to keep track of the times it gets hit out of the lines...or whose fault it is.