Thursday, November 23, 2006

i need a cure

Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me… in Health wise that is!

Even thou I love extreme sports … I can’t do it, or as much or as religiously as I want to.

Because I’ve manage to injure myself once in a while without knowing what’s the cause of it. And that stops me from doing all the things that I wanna do… and getting sick at least once a month is not fun. Even thou it’s just the flu or cold or fever.

It all happened when I was 14.
I injured my spine and got my self a slight slipped disc on my lower back.
The pain was unbearable. Till now I still do get a slight pain on and off when I do not sit or stand properly.

There goes no diving, no surfing, bungie jumping, no backpacking….

Then another ‘somehow’ I manage to injure (twisted) my wrist.

As years pass by, one day while walking on the streets…
I MANAGE to fracture my toe bone!!
Don’t ask me how I did I. But I did it.
I fractured my right Big Toe Bone! I had to use the crutches for a month and i had to stay home practically every day. I had to make sure that the places that I go to don’t have much stairs. Imagine walking down the stairs and the only thing that you can depend on is the crutches that you’re using and the person next to you.
I remembered my lesson.
Went to watch a movie Summit. Why Summit? Cos it was near my place… so instead of all the hassle of walking around in a pack shopping mall. We decided to go where there weren’t much people. The moment we bought the tickets and took a glimpse of the entrance…. I realize that I was going to be in big trouble. The cinema was at the 3rd floor and the only way to get up is throu 3 escalators. And on top of that… our seats was on the top!! * SLAP my self *
If you’ve been to the Summit GSC then you would know how many steps there is in that THX cinema. Climbing that stairs up to our seat took me ages. I felt like a 80 year old grandma!

Then I realize that there isn’t much facilities provided for handicap people. Why huh?
These people deserve to enjoy and experience a good movie at the cinema!!

And now…. My right wrist.
There’s a lump that looks like a bone which is jutting out.
Yes! It hurts… if you wanna know.
Went to the doc the other day cos of my bad flu. I asked him if it was normal to have this lumpy thingy on my wrist.

“ You have to go to an Xray and then we would know what is wrong? It might be a cyst.”

A CYCST !!!!
You gotta be kidding me!!

“Come back next week and I’ll write you letter for an XRay”
The thing is that, when he said it. He sounded so calm! Which is good. Cos it might not be a cyst. He might just want to inform me that IT MIGHT be….
But then again, if you’re not even sure…don’t say it’s a cyst! You are bloody freaking out your patients for no reason.

I’m freaking as day goes by with the slight pain on the wrist increases in and out… I guess I just have to no worry so much about it until i go get an Xray next.

Friday, November 17, 2006

home safe again?

Finally after a week of living in fear, the contractor has fixed the gate. After 10 days, after all the visits from the drug addict. He came the second time, this time he was sober, and he asked for money and stole my mother’s sport shoe.

I never thought that these things would happen at my neighbor hood.

House got hit by a car. Our house is not even located at the T-Juction.
Driver and passenger were stoned high!.
Passenger of the car has the guts to come back to the crime scene to ask for money.

Now home is safe again. Well, at least every one feels secure now.
A brand new gate.
A brand new grill.
A brand new sliding door.

Thursday, November 9, 2006

weird but true

Home used to be the safest place for me until now.
On Monday, my house kena bang.

YES! Until yesterday, i found it funny to tell friends that my house kena bang.

Most of them would ask the same thing.
Huh!? What you mean kena bang?

YES! Thru the gate, to the grills on the sliding door panel.
The glasses on the door panel were all shatter on the floor.

While waiting for my dad to come back from the police station, my mom couldn’t take it anymore. She went to my neighbor’s place to find out what had happed to our house.

The driver and the passenger were high on drugs and some how or rather they managed to slam their car into my house.
No one was at home at that time. Thank God!

They panicked and drove off.
The funny thing is that they came back with some stitches on the passenger’s head.
(They must have gone to the clinic near by)
They came back because the driver dropped his handphone.
Haii yorr….

This time the car died on the spot. Panicked again.
They ran on foot.

A Singh couple and an Indian guy came by at 7 plus. Brother and sister with their car repair man.

They came back hoping to get the car started. On top of that, he was hoping to recover back his door panel that somehow or rather came off when the incidents happen.

Trying to figure out who and what the hell actually happened. He claimed that his two friends drove the car. And the car belongs to his girlfriend. He couldn't give his handphone number because he claim that his handphone and wallet is missing as well.
He then claimed that he has made a police report. But when my dad came back from the police station, he said that he would go make a police report.
What the!!??? Something doesn’t seem right.

They went off after finding out that they couldn’t get the car started at all.

The car was toll in the middle of the night and my dad managed to get the address of the workshop of the toll truck service. The next day, the adjuster came by to the house to take pictures. They went to the workshop and took some pictures of the car as well.
The Singh and the car owner, which was his girlfriend was there as well.
In the end, he confessed that he was the driver. And on top of that, he was driving without license.
Guess whom he confessed to? He confessed to the adjuster!!

Thank god that my dad bought an insurance for the house. If not then…
And Thank God that no one was injured!
The only problem that I’m worried about is our safety.

The passenger from the car incident came by to our house yesterday night. Stoned high!
Sat down in front of our door, asking for his friend. (the driver) Sat down for a whole 40 minutes. Didn’t want to leave, keep asking for his friend. He then gave up asking for his friend, and then asked for money to go back home!
2 minutes before the drug police came…he left the scene.

From all the incident, I found out something new.

When you have a drug addict hanging around your house, don’t call the Police.
Cos they wouldn’t be able to help you. * shock *
It’s not under their control. It’s under the drug center’s department.

The last time I remember when I was about 7-9 years old, still staying at my old house in PJ. A drug addict came to our house and started hanging out in front of the door. He kept asking for money, when my mom ignored him, he started banging the grill door. It really freaked my mother out. Being a kid at that age, I didn’t really know what was going on. All I could remember was, he wore a torn shirt and pants. Looking all dirty.

I really wish the world we would be a safer place for our children.