Not too good

These past few days haven't been too good. Got hit by the flu bug again, of which made me realise that i fall sick on average once every 3 weeks. Which is not a good thing when u have plans made for the week ahead which have to all be cancelled because of some damned flu. And to make things worse, i woke up yesterday morning feeling as if my right eyelids had been glued together. Mumbling incoherent curses to myself as i climbed out of bed straight to the bathroom to spit phelgm and look at my eye. I mumbled another curse when i saw my eye. Conjunctivitis! BAH!

Feeling pissed off and decidedly feeling pissed for the rest of the day, I took a shower and headed of to the local clinic. Driving there and still muttering curses at my ill health and just plain rotten luck at getting sore eyes I took a wrong turn and headed to town instead of the clinic, of which I realised instantly, and yell out another curse. And from the corner of my eye I saw another motorist waiting at a red light on the opposite side of the road turn and look bewilderedly at me. Must be all the loud mouthed cursing, I thought as I made a U turn back in the right direction. For those who are surprised at all my cursing confessions, I'm a lot more verbally expressive when I'm alone and pissed at something. Try not to do it but it happens sometimes.

Reaching the clinic did put a lot of things into perspective for me. Sitting down waiting for my turn, you see people coming in for checkups for hypertension, a sick man with his three young children waiting for their turn and their mom nowhere to be seen, and old man slowly shuffling to his seat, a young boy waiting with his mom...the list goes on.

Which struck me when I compared the magnitude of my sorrows to theirs. Whats a little flu and a sore eyes. Plenty of discomfort and inconvenience of course, but no more than that. And I guess I went away from the clinic a better person than before, maybe not physically, but a little bit more grateful for what I have.

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*clears throat and wipe some snort of the nose with the pack of tissues beside me*


And last night before i slept i was thinking about how much of the holidays i had left. Slightly under a month. How time flies again. Soon it'll be time to go back to london again. Which then my thoughts strayed to all the stuff i had planned to do and what have i actually manage to do. Here's a little list:

• Plan 1 - Practice guitar 8 hours a day everyday for 4 months and play like Slash at the end of it. In truth, on a very good day I'd get down 5 hours of practice, and some days i didn't touch my guitar at all cos i was too busy saving Middle Earth or taking over Vice City. And I'm still stuck at that same spot for GNR's Sweet Child of Mine. A little bit closer though.
• Plan 2 - Sleep early, wake up early. Never happened.
• Plan 3 - Go swimming every day in the morning, do some other sports in the evening in the hope that i might build up some muscle. Went swimming for about 2 months, never did sports in the evening cos i was sleeping/killing orcs, and no muscles built. In fact am skinnier that before.
• Plan 4 - Go travelling around Malaysia, Kinabalu, Tioman, Penang and also visit Singapore. Got as far as Kinabalu and went bankrupt after that. Talk about money laundering.
• Plan 5 - Buy my younger brother a drum kit. Went broke as described above.
• Plan 6 - Read a number of books. Read one book, When Heaven is Silent by Rob Dunn. But that was about it though.
• Plan 7 - Spent about a month in Subang with friends. Been there for about 5 days only. Not entirely my fault though, circumstances have dictated otherwise. But it was one of the best times i had so far since I got back.
• Plan 8 - Recover my lost footballing skills. Kicked a ball about my lawn about twice I think.

Well I guess this just goes to show that life never goes as planned. Strive for idealism we can, but its all strife at the end I guess. At least for me. Bwahaha.

*cough cough cough cough*