Summer Break

Summer break. That's what the UK guys gave us students here in Malaysia before we move on to the second year. I guess they forgot that it's summer here all year round. Oh well, four months of summer break is quite fun and boring in the same time. One month just flew by with me doing nothing but driving up and down the peninsular. Fun but tiring. And I'm still broke as hell. Not a single cent in the my hand. Or pocket. Well, not literally. Need to find a job. Got a few in my mind. The money is kinda good. 10 bucks an hour. Big money. Besides, I got two and an half years experience on that field. Sales. Not just any type of sales, it's kitchen sales! They even have an opening for kitchen planners and they would be thrilled to know that I'm from IKEA. =D
But the hours would be crappy. Pro's and con's. The other job would be in Maxis. I heard the pay is good too and the working hours is awesome. Office hours. =D But that would be a three month thing. No weekend jobs. No weekday study, weekend work stunts. So, I'll need to find a second job for that. Again, pro's and con's. So I got only this weekend to make up my mind. Aino Living or Maxis. I might as well just join the former. Or what if I join them both? Maxis on the weekdays and Aino on the weekends?? Nah! I'm just being too greedy. But that again.. YOLO! =P

What a summer break this is! =/

So long Twenty Eleven and Twenty Twelve so far

Twenty twelve so far so good. Started the year with flu, headache and the whole package. My employment in IKEA turned out to be never ending as my manager decided to extend my service. So much for my dream employment at Kidzania. *sigh* But at least now I got the schedule I wanted. Morning shift for life! Woohoo! =D
IKEA aside. That would be another ever ending love story. At last I found out the reason to my headache. Luckily it's not tumor or some sort of untreatable, uncurable, undetectable brain cancer. It's all caused by my eyes. Astigmatic.  Solution? Wear spectacles. *sigh* I've always hated to wear specs but now looks like I've got no choice. I'll just have to pick cool looking frame.. =P

Twenty eleven was good. Well, I'll have to say it was great. Long story short. I'm back on track at last. I became an organ donor. I should have registered as a voter but didn't get the chance so I'll just do it this year. I can't remember what new year resolution I made last year so I'm not gonna do any resolution this year except for one. No alcohol for the rest of the year. =/

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The Never Ending Finals.

Now it's my turn. Finals, practicals, online quiz, essays, reports and plenty of headache to top it all. Coffee didn't and I guess would not help me lot. Food sometimes does the trick but eventually your tummy gets filled up. So that's not a good idea too. Movie does help most of the time but sometimes it diverts the main purpose and eventually I forget the main purpose. Sleeping often does the trick but when I close my eyes, I drift off to a different dimension and often wakes up the next day, again forgetting the main purpose for falling asleep. I think most of us face the same thing. So sleeping is definitely a bad idea. Weed may do the trick but it's both illegal and hard to obtain but I rather not do it because I would eventually end up on the streets. Literally. I don't think my parents would be happy seeing me getting all high and stoned. So weed is way out of the picture though I might give a shot someday down the road. It ain't illegal in some countries. I don't think alcohol could do any help during pre-finals but might come in handy during post-finals. So I'll just pass with the alcohol idea for after the exams. I guess after all I just have to stick with coffee. A couple of shots might do the tricks with occasional snacks. Just another four more days to go. After that, I'm free.
Snaps! I should have paid attention in class. I've been telling that to myself for the past few years but I've never seem to follow or listen what I say. *sigh* =/ 

Next month I'm going back to school and looking back how far I've came before actually starting my degree got me thinking. I've actually wasted three precious years of my life. Yeah, you might go on saying it's all experience, nothing is wasted and stuff like that but personally? I wasted. A lot. Been in and out of colleges for the past one and an half year. Met a lot of peoples. Most of them became good friends. Some of them became kinda of a family. Actually, I got like five people from college calling me their big brother and two of them are girls. Haha! Been working part time in IKEA for two years. Well that is something I would say an experience. Started to earn my very own money. Kinda understand the true value of it. Though sometime I overspend it. It's a whole different world the in the big blue box. Those people in my department are like my second family. Not intermediate family but just family. Had an department outing last Friday. It's the first one I'm attending after two years working in IKEA. People are surely different when they are not wearing their yellow uniform. I spend most of my time in IKEA planning kitchen for the many people. All type of people. Old, young, foreigner, locals, white, black, male, female, family, couple or single. Different people, different taste but one common thing. They want their kitchen to look good but burn a hole in their pocket. I learn to brush my communication and socialize skills by meeting these people. Sometimes, I'm afraid I would like have killed their kitchen dream especially when they say they would think about it and come back later. But when their really do, it feels good. They got like people from all over Malaysia working in IKEA. Different people all wearing the common thing. The bright yellow uniform. Sitting down with one co worker talking about how he got into IKEA got him talking about his time in the army and some accident he had while doing some military exercise which injured the nerves on his left arm. The other day, another yellow friend was talking about his life while sipping coffee during break time. I don't know why but people always tend to open up their story to me. Sometimes thing I say unintentionally ends up motivating them and they would just smile. But no one seems to listen what I've got to say. I suppose its the law of the universe. One can only take or give at one given time. If I listen to one's problem then I shall not speak to one about my problem. But then again, I'm not the type who goes around talking about my problem. After all, it's my problem. Just noticed I've been writing everything in one paragraph. I'm 22 years 2 months 2 weeks old at the time I'm writing this. What a coincidence. Now I'm on a 16 days off from work. So much to say but too much to write. I guess I now know whats causing my headaches. Too much thinking. Can't help it. It's on auto pilot. I need to stop thinking too much. 

Ticking Head

Five more days and it's gonna be exactly three years after the incident that changed the way people look at me. Not to forget the way they think about me too. Twenty five stitches on your left eye is no small thing. The pain I had to endure during the stitching procedure was no laughing matter. Yes, you may ask me what about the anaesthetic during the surgery. Well yea, the MO did inject some painkillers into my eye (yes he injected the painkiller INTO MY EYE!) and after like sixteen stitches, he told me that he can't inject any more of the painkillers. The reason? Inject more and my eyeball will pop. Literally! I asked him how many more stitches to go? He answered back saying only five small one to go. I said fine, go ahead. He started stitching my eye back but the five stitches was actually another nine to ten more. The last five stitches was no longer painful cause my skin got numb and I got tired of the pain since my anger started kicking in back. Don't ask why cause it's a long story. So long, I can't remember it's detail very well. =(

The pain was the short term effect but the scar is the long term effect of my action I'll have to live with the rest of my life. I thought the scar was all the side effect was but now I found out another long term side effect. Memory lost. Not a serious one. When I say not a serious one, I meant not the Ghajini type or Memento type. I start to forget minor stuffs. I forget stuff I say two seconds ago. Minor stuffs like that. That I can life with.

I thought the pain was gone and will not return. But again I was wrong. I sense my head ticking. Not migraine but headache. The feeling of heaviness all the time. The feeling of something ticking inside my head. These feelings aren't something you can enjoy. If it's pain, then I can deal with it but this is more like annoying. Irritating feeling. For the past month, it got worst. More often and more annoying. I decided to visit the doctor. She told me your stressed up. I? Stressed up? Lol. But for the safe side and to increase the hospital revenue, the advised me to take a CT scan. Fine. The radiology department guys gave me an appointment on the tenth of June. Great! Now I'll have to wait till June. But I guess it was for good since the CT scan would cost me some 350 bucks. *sigh*

They gave me some strong painkillers since Panadol wouldn't work for me. Now, I'll have to either change my workplace or change my working time. Great! My boss is gonna kill me!