Back in Malaysia.



Landed, got picked up. Boxes were a bitch to transfer and one was oversized so I had to wait for them to bring that over once the rest were shoved out onto the conveyor belt. Some custom fellow wanted me to scan everything but I managed to talk them into foregoing it since I'm just a bloody student returning from overseas. Bugger had the cheek to ask me if there was anything new inside. Right, like I don't know that you'd like to "confiscate" that for yourself. Bah.

Went for chicken rice and dropped off boxes and luggage at home. Greeted fuzzies. Took a shower, bummed for an hour or so. Off to the restaurant for meetings. Work, meet my feet. I'm jumping in without any parachute.


Second day was filled with work too. Boy, was that fun.


Oktoberfest at Metropolitan Square by Carlsberg was quite fun. The event company that handled it, though, was thoroughly inexperienced. Who the hell comes an hour before the event is due to start to set up the tents and lighting and stage and sound system? They went over an hour and a half past the start time and cost us customers. Little arses. And those that stayed were such wet blankets; they didn't dance or sing or anything. Not even bloody clap to the songs. How blastedly dull. Emcee and band were good sports though. They livened it up some.


Saturday was Granny's birthday. That was some "fun". Broke the news to the family, and weren't they "supportive". Granny's friends were rather uncouth (some lady actually poured the rest of her drink onto our tiled floor in the heart of the restaurant so the refill of water wouldn't mix with the dregs of her ice lemon tea. I offered to get her a new bloody cup too), and my meeting with my uncle and aunt was a bloody nightmare. I swear to God, if I have to deal with his unprofessional attitude again, I might just whack him upside the head some. I can understand why everyone, and I mean everyone, detests working with him.


Monday was op day. Woke up bloody early, sent mum to the medical center, waited with her til she went in and went home to deal with the fuzzies (and scaled ones). Went to the bank to deal with business and rushed back to the medical center after. Waited a while with mum who was fresh out of the op then went home, dealt with fuzzies and stayed overnight at the medical center. For the record, that sofa was terrible. My back didn't appreciate it at all.

Next day was a repeat with a bit more rushing back and forth since the doctor came by at an odd time.

The day of discharge was something else. Woke up early, rushed home, animals done, rushed back for the other surgeon, waited for dischaarge stuff to be done, ta pau-ed some food from good ol' HP building, went home. Worked some around the house and got mum situated. Dealt with fuzzballs, showered, rushed off to Plaza for their Oktoberfest. Went home late. Crashed and burned.


Next day was a repeat with Solace's Oktoberfest/Anniversary, minus the medical center. Boy, was that "fun" too.


Following days was more work, waking up to deal with animals, blah blah blah. Laundry became a norm. Rain became a norm. Yay for the dryer, but boo for the suckiness of its design. Really, Bosch, I know dryers overseas are less complicated and more effective. Why fix something that's not bloody broken?


Now I'm just tired. Will continue when brain starts up again.