It's been another tough week. Lots of obstacles and problems yet to be settled. Recently my grandfather broke his leg because of a malignant (cancer) growth on his shin. Apparently the doctors said there's a possibility of amputating his leg. I can't imagine how life can go on for someone like him, who loves long walks, after losing a leg that he depended on for 82 years. I'm afraid he might just give up on life. I can't bear losing another grandparent. Losing my grandmother a few years back was already so difficult. Can you imagine? Walking by the road side, then feel a sudden crack in your shin and find out soon after that you've broken your leg. I think the pain would be so shockingly numb. That was what my grandfather went through. Now he's in Universiti Hospital, Penang, and he has to wait till Monday to get anything done. He has to bear with the broken leg for 4 days. 4 effing days!!! Seriously. UH has very poor service. How can they make an old man bear with such pain. The only thing they're offering him is a pain killer prescription, for the time being. They didn't even tell him if it's a sure thing that his leg will be amputated. Can you imagine? Seriously!! It's like waiting for the sky to fall. I can really feel his pain. My heart literally dropped when I heard he broke his leg. Plus, it's most probably unrepairable.
My clumsy-klutz-dimwit-pipsqueak-brotherJustin slipped and fell in the bathroom, hit his head on the edge on the tiolet bowl and had a laceration on his eyebrow. It looked like Harry Potter's lighting scar. Seriously! No shit. I wanted to take a picture of it :D I'm not being sadist. It was kind of a padan muka situation. He was so darn stubborn and couldn't stop jumping in the bathroom.
So, anyway...
Trip to Dr. Lim for consultation : RM20
ER admittance and 4 stitches : RM195
Being the first ever Malaysian Harry Potter : Priceless...
I'm totally bullshitting.
As for today, I went for Interact Charity Concert (I.C.C) with Tania, Ujean, Harendren, Navin, Umesh, Zachary, Davinia, Dasara, Wei Kein and a bunch of taggers (Umesh.co) xD It was all the way in Sentul. Had to take the LRT to Masjid Jamek then switch to STAR. So, as usual, it was a strange adventure once again. Maps lie!! Never depend on a map. According to the map they gave us, the venue was just right opposite the train station. But when we came down, NO HALL! We had NO friggin idea where the place was. Thankfully, Harre aka Mr. Casanova, was daring enough to ask someone for directions. Actually, it was just an excuse for him to talk to the *cough* hott *cough* chic. Seriously, guys have really bad tastes sometimes :D Harre's such a flirt at times. He may act naive and all, but I heard quite a number of things from Navin today. "Hit on a chic on a tube" xD
Carnivale : Taking A Chance, Making A Difference (I think xD)So, back to the I.C.C, it wasn't THAT great. I really adored the backdrop though. It was friggin awesome. Done by Assunta if I'm not mistaken. Brilliant! Oh yeah, forgot to mention. It's a joint of Interact clubs from Sri Aman, Assunta, Bukit Bintang, La Salle PJ aaaand... I forgotten :D The atmosphere was really nice. The lighting was great. I even liked the way the draped all the chairs with white cloth. So formal and pretty. But, sad to say, the performances were a total let down. The dances were so mediocre. Although I'll give a two thumbs up for their costumes and outfits. Their moves just can't own up to it. Another thing that bothers me most is that they don't serve refreshments! We paid RM25 and there was no refreshments. We were friggin thirstly from all that travelling. They had a refreshments department but no food nor drinks were seen. Probably only for the VIPs, but puh-lese lah. If you organise something from 1.30pm to 5.00pm, it's quite sensible to serve some drinks AT LEAST. But nooOoooo... they left the audience there to dehydrate and starve! The audience started leaving at 3.30pm. People were getting hungry and restless. Apparently, people even got drenched in the rain just to grab a drink from 7-Eleven across the road. But I so adore the fact that they can actually organise something like this. I would kill to be given the opportunity. But nooOooo... I'm from a sucky school that does not allow this kind of "bullshit". Yeah, to them this kinda fund raising stuff and appear to be such "bullshit" to them.
The trip back home was double the "adventure". We took an hour and a half to reach home.
Partly because of the rain. Partly because of typical Malaysian etiquette.
Partly because of *bleeping* Umesh. He goes crazy over a girl after 1 hour of aquaintance. Love at first sight he claims. Bullshit.
Partly because of Harre ditching a bunch of us for a bunch of Sri Aman chics. This is seriously surprising. I mean, it's Harre for crying out loud! He's not the stereotype kind of guy. And when he does something like that, it's a big deal. So big! So huge! So massive! xD Apparently, he was just being a "gentleman" ascorting the girls in the cab. Bullshit. He went off with the girls in a CAB! Leaving us behind to catch another cab. Then we had to meet up with him again.
Partly because of "dumb-dumber-dumberest" Umesh who keeps getting lost.
Partly because of Dasara who also ditched us and hopped onto a cab filled with Sri Aman girls, leaving the rest of us behind. We were all gaping when he just entered the cab and left. Same thing, we went through a whole load of trouble trying to meet up with him too.
Partly because of emo-desperate-emo Umesh who keeps slowing us down by busy messaging on his phone.
And... well, that's basically it. So, as you can see, it's mainly Umesh's fault. Therefore, we labelled him as Major Ass No 1. Harre was entitled Ass No 2 and Dasara grasp hold of Ass No 3. It's actually a long story but it's just too silly to mention. Lesson learnt : Never go any where with Umesh. I regret. He totally needs some ass kicking. Aaand... hanging out with these guys, seriously, you need to be ready to handle all the bullshit. Some kind of experience...
.Tiresome.
..toodles...
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