I guess it is official now that I am allergic to chicken. Not the live ones, but the cooked ones. Blergh.
I had three allergic reaction within five days, and all of them happened after a few hours of eating chicken. Rendang ayam, ayam percik, ayam goreng and ayam KFC. Blergh.
I can see some chicken doing the ever famous chicken dance. Bwak bwak bwak bwak.
Blergh.
I suffer from eczema since I was small. I have red rashes around my neck and my nails suffer from eczema too. When I went back to my grandparents’ house two weeks ago, they asked my mother to make some turmeric water mixed with raw telur ayam kampung for me to drink. After much contemplating and not being able to run anywhere else, I drank the mixture today.
I could not really take raw stuff, except for sushi and I have not eaten sushi for almost two years now. So, I made a large mug of thick ribena drink to wash down the taste of raw turmeric and telur ayam kampung.
Before and after.
Yes, I managed to drink the mixture without fail. 5 minutes after drinking, I brushed my teeth due to the leftover taste of telur ayam kampung. Hihi.
And now, since I did not throw up after drinking the mixture, I guess I’ll have my Caramel Frappucino from Starbucks tomorrow, eyh?
Yes. They’re back. Woo hoo!
It’s unbelievably hard to love you
But I love you anyway
I’ve been trying too hard not to love you
But I love you anyway
It’s so incredibly hard to love you
But I love you anyway
And every time I try too hard not to love you
I love you anyway
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Boyzone – Love You Anyway
I thought that there will be no more of internal/ personal crisis after I submitted the posting form months ago. I thought that I made it clear to everyone where I want to teach. I thought I have rest my case. Not until I received an SMS from my mother, asking me this,
‘Sekolah ma ada kosong guru BI tahun depan. Nak ke?’ (There’s a vacancy for english teacher in my school next year. Do you want it?)
*scratch head*
Do I want it? The offer is tempting enough, I have to admit. Life is a bliss if I accepted her offer. There’s no need to worry about the accommodation, transport, food and what not. I can stay with her, I can go to school with her, I can return home with her, I can still eat her cooking, I can save tons of money and I can have my Honda City parked in the driveway by June next year. Sounds wonderful, yeah. But here’s the catch. She’s the Guru Besar and you are going to work with / under her.
I can’t imagine working with my own mother, in the same school. I can’t imagine the expectation that people have of me since I am the daughter of the Guru Besar. Personally, I wouldn’t want those kind of expectations in the first few years of teaching. I want to try living in new places. I have my own reasons for choosing those places that I stated in my posting form. Plus, my mother has my eldest sister staying with her at home.
I may sound selfish. You may say that I am lucky enough to be offered such thing, especially when everyone else want to teach in their hometown. But, true as it sounds, this is not what I want. I can simply say no but it’s not going to be easy. The fact it is your mother who made the offer and the fact that your father is no longer with you, surely she wants you to be close to her.
My heart leans on rejecting the offer but my head says a different thing. I wanted to follow what my heart says yet I am left contemplating. I don’t know. I have not replied her SMS, I just could not bring myself to do so.
Huks.
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Sometimes, I wish that Ayah is still around for things will be different if he was still alive. I miss you.
17th October 2008. 17 months.
Al-Fatihah
Berjalan-jalan bersama the other Hepipipel menyusur lorong-lorong yang banyak di Carrefour. Bakul berisi roti Gardenia wholemeal dan susu Dutch Lady perisa coklat tersangkut di tangan kiri. Berdirinya seorang promoter menanyakan,
‘Adik, adik sudah ada anak ke belom?’
Gelak ketawa memenuhi ruang.
‘Belom, belom ada anak lagi.’
Mungkin patut lengan the other Hepipipel dipaut ketat-ketat tak mahu lepas, menolak perut ke depan, diusap-usap lalu menjawab,
‘Lagi 6 bulan kak.’