Internet D.E.A.D

Dear All,

I would like to formally informed the whole world that my internet connection at 17 Burwood Road, Burwood 2134 NSW (fake address, pls do not send anything to this address) has DEAD. This has put me into unfavourable and inconvenient situation when I am writing up the final part of my report and I need ENTERTAINMENT in between.

However, I would like to send my sincere apologies for anybody who looking for me or looking forward to read my blog desperately and couldn't find any updates from me. (Although I knew nobody will care whether I update it or not)

Kind regards,
Sheau

Night Mare- The Day After Tomorrow

For some reasons, the whole night, I couldn't sleep. Not because I was hot and definitely not because I was cold. Wind blow strongly, my door slaming. The sound of the wind was annoying. Usually, my sleep will not affected by the environment or sound. Nothing can wake me up (including fire alarm).

The whole night, I was turning here and there. I don't dare to look at the time coz I will get nervous which will make my sleep worst. I don't know the time, the moment I open my eyes, outside were all red! not blue, not dark but RED. is very very red, like sunset (or worst). I tot it will go away gradually, I tot it was my illusion, I tot is just me.

I continue with my rolling, like sushi. I don't how long after I rolling around, I heard my alarm which indicates is 7am. I woke up (well, I alre wake up is just I did not open my eyes). I looked outside, is still RED!!! I tot is illusion again, I snooze my alarm and lie back on my bed. Another 5 minutes later, I heard my alarm. Gosh, is still RED! I wake up calmly. I did my regular routine. The surrounding is extraordinary quite, as if I am the only person in this universe. I can hear the wind blowing strongly. I can see the redness like in the middle of dessert. I can feel the dust blow on to my face.

Suddenly, it came up to my mind, "Am I dead?" Is this another world? But why I manage to turn off my alarm? Why I manage to brush my teeths? Why I am still able to eat breakfast? Why my neighbour still can see me and talk to me?

Is this the world when people die come to? (Seriously, this is really what I tot when I was up this morning) I was thinking, when people die, they still can do what they normally do? They still can communicate with the people? is just that they are in another world??

I walked under the red sky, as if something was burning but the weather was cold. All the dust blowing on to me, smell disgusting. It suddenly remind me a news that I read yesterday saying Australia has lots of volcanos that will explode anytime. I tot yesterday, all volcanos burst and I was "killed" by the volcano (without noticed since I slept without knowing what s going on earth). Anyway, as I was walking on the street, the surrounding was terrible, the weather, the temperature, the world is just gone crazy.

As I was walking passing thru the construction that were going on next door to my apartment. I suddenly felt (as a "dead" person) the world is disgusting. The people is killing the earth! Construction noise, construction dust, unlimited trucks on the street creating all the noise, air polution suddenly make me feel extremely uncomfortable.

I actually tot I was still "dead" when I walked on the street. It came to my mind, is this the world when dead people stay? But it suddenly came to me: but the real world is poluted (is just that the everything surround doesn't look RED), it is no doubt the weather that I experienced daily was unpredictable and fluctuating.

I knew, and everyone knew the world is sick but we still making it worst for our own selfishness. We destroy the forest to build new house. We said house is important for our next generation to stay comfortably. But as you cutting down the tree, you are destroying the world, you are making the world like a grave, you are shortening your next generation life expand! They lack of healthy environment, more polution. YOU ARE JUST BUILDING YOUR COMFY HOUSE ON A GRAVE!

Anyway, I was "awake" by the time I reached the hospital, knowing that I m still alive. But everyone in the room looking at me weirdly. Coz I was late, well, not late. I usually be there 8am but today I was there 9am. I guess, I have too much tot on the way to work.

Extraordinary long and boring story

Life is all about exploring. (random sentence)

I bumped into Sharon the other day, we see each other once/week. But we hardly hv the chance to chat. Sometimes I do tink is bcoz nobody like to talk to me. Anyway, I was surprised to know she still reading this!!! Thanx for all my readers' support. First of all, I need to thanx my parents for giving birth to me, thanx my siblings for supporting me silently. Thanx my teachers for educating me. Thanx my frenz for staying in touch with me.... (here goes my "tq" speech)

Back to topic, all I want to say is "Sharon likes my story too~" So, continue my career as story teller.

Story 1:
Long long time ago...(isn't that how a story begins?)... I waited for my boss to open the pharmacy door as usual. There is a guy suffering of terrible asthma (he is after Ventolin) but unfortunately NONE of the pharmacy open at 9am (except ours pharmacy --> 'according to the time written on the front door'). He keeps coughing and coughing (like old man) sound like he is going to cough out his lung (make me so worry, later have to clean up the 'bloody' lung left in front of our door - ha.ha. very funny -.-).

After coughing for a decade, and my boss is still not here yet, I started to run up and down the whole city just to look for an open pharmacy store (he can't walk anymore n jz squating in front of our store. His friend is exploring the whole city to look for an open store too).

One part of me 上刀山,下火海 just to find the Treasure- ventolin. Another part of my brain 上上下下worry my boss has already open the door when I ran away.

Thank God (yes, there is a God next door. In fact, two! Our pharmacy is actually located in between of two church and that Sunday is the day ppl go to church). Must be their praying and open the eye of God seeing me 不上又不下. So, I found the pharmacy that open at 10am. I bought the ventolin and gave to the person.

He still coughing but apparently he said he feels better and thanx me. He wanted to return me the money, but I dont hv change for him and he only got big note. So, I said just forget about it. His friend finally came bek from "treasuring" with "empty hand". Woohoo~ the winner of the game is RedBeanBun! *applause* "Tq, Tq. Tq my parents. Tq my siblings..." U probably doesnt want to read the following of my Tq speech again.

My boss is finally bek.

~从此，药房又过着平静又安详的日子~


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Godness, wat kinda story is tat. I haven't plot in the most important part of the story =_=" Actually while I was running up and down, I bumped into my boss's elder son. I told him the story (of course, is not in this length! summarised the story into 30 sec coz I was in the middle of competition. the situation is 十万火急). He seems to know why my boss is late and said mz b bcoz preparing food to feed the family. (But he didn't tell my boss about this)

Surprisingly, this week, my boss arrived the shop early. She told me the whole family went out for breakfast and she doesnt hv to cook for the family. Usually she cooks coz her son requested it. Apparently, she said might be bcoz her elder son told her younger son not to ask mum to cook. (If I am not mistaken, elder son tell the younger son about the ventolin case)

Ops~ sorry, little boss. I didn't meant to take away ur lovely home prepared meal. Feel really bad. Feel like taken away a warmth family gathering. Sometimes, let ur mum to do some work for you is a way of letting her to feel "NEEDED" and "IMPORTANT" to the family. So, gives ur loves one a task, an important one (but not too difficult, hopefully) -.- 让他感觉到他在你生命有着很重要&存在的价值.

She is BEK!

我不够认份 所以怕再为谁作出牺牲

爱要有天份 所以我始终学不会放任

我不够天真 不允许我傻傻的等

对自己残忍 多残忍 我要有分寸

* 我太过认真 所以才相信所谓的永恒

爱让人恍神 所以止不住不小心沉沦

我太负责任 不允许有太多悔恨

对自己坦诚 多坦诚 我自有分寸

** 我只是无辜的人 很需要叹气声

有一些文字的吻 只留给伤过的人

明知道有些问题 没有答案还是要问

原谅我 因为我就是 这样的女生

-Her voice is touching-
-The Music Video is sensational!-

誰將你眼眶染成一抹紅

誰用模糊語言輕易帶過承諾

幾度夢裡尋覓踏遍多少愁

敢問弦月缺少了什麼

少了那一夜短暫煙火

只能懷念剎那閃爍

少了那一次流星滑落

只能將心意淡沒

我說去亦難留亦難怎麼辦

有些話只能偷偷拿出來紀念遺憾

我說愛亦難恨亦難分作兩半

有些人注定和寂寞相伴

有些人注定只能作伴

-it always surprised me who read this blog-

we stayed together before
but we seperated

we go to the same hospital
but we at different departments

we even experience the similar incident
but we didn't tell each other

until we have time to chat


Am I time poor?
Or I m poor at time management?

Can u understand my English?

At work, nobody can understand my English. Most of the time, I just hand in the end result, they didn't know how I get thru the process. They didn't understand the way I explain it or what I am talking about.

At work, I cannot understand people English. I don't know what they talking about (at tea time or in a meeting). At tea time, I don't know why they laughing after a conversation. In a case study meeting, I don't know what they discussing about the treatment.

At uni, when I say stg to the class. The conversation doesn't last for long. Probably after I said it, then people just tok about other stuff or remained silence.

At uni, when ppl in a conversation. talking, laughin, being serious, being humour. Most of the time, I dont know what they are talking about. and I don't know how to join their conversation. I just follow the person's face or sensory expression.

At home, my family cannot understand my English. Saying that my English is too good trying to console me (Whilst the truth is actually my English is too poor and nobody can understand it. Just like what happen at work). They don't know what I am trying to express and what are my key msg.

At home, I cannot understand my family's conversation. I don't know what they are trying to say or express. Is so confusing. And I don't know what to reply them.

At date, he doesnt know what I am talking about and I don't know what he is saying. There is no mutual amongst our conversation. There is no common language going on.

Tell me, my communication is shit.

I hate the feeling of not being able to pass my msg thru. I hate the feeling of not being able to understand what people trying to say and I jz act as if I know. I hate the feeling of people doesn't want to talk to me, knowing that I don't know what they are talking about or just doesn't want to join me in the conversation. I hate being ignored and ignoring people.

Alright, enough of complain. Let's move on.

Is that how human being Communicate?

I wonder why:
When human being unhappy with something, they just keep quiet to the thing they don't like but complain about it to other?