Slipped disc =(

I thought to myself, it was about time for me to get these back pains checked out. And so it was. When I was in KTJ Lower 6, my matron took me to see a specialist in Seremban. I took an X-ray and he prescribed me strong medications. Tramadol was so strong that I couldn't stop vommitting on the day of my Cambridge Interview. How humiliating, but the past's the past. I have moved on.

Last week I made an appointment with a specialist in a certain specific hospital in my area and the doctor told me it was just my bad posture giving me pains as a result of muscle inflammation. I was relieved. No cause for concern right? Then there was more. The MRI scan to confirm that everything was actually alright. Too bad it wasn't all sunshine for me. The scan revealed a central disc herniation ( I'm not a med student so forgive me for the technicalities ) In other words, a slipped disc. Round my L4/L5 area? Yeah somewhere there. But I want to get a second opinion. I want to see a chiropractor. But I don't have the time.

I'm blaming it on myself, obviously - this must have happened while I was packing my things, clearing out my room in Year 1. I lifted all those heavy boxes by myself, and Cheng immediately gave me a hand when she got back. Yes, bloody back pains from lifting heavy things. Now my poor back is injured thanks to the excessive strain. Fortunately I do not need surgery, the doctor merely suggested physiotheraphy. But how am I supposed to sit still knowing something inside me is not right? All the more reasons not to look forward going back to the UK, dragging my luggage around London. My poor lumbar.

So here I am, resting at home on a Saturday. But not that I mind though, the weather lately has been unbearable. I try my best not to use the air-cond but lately I feel like the air around me is burning so I just need to have the air around me cooled. I know now I want to go back to the UK for a better temperature, but I know later on I will want the sun again. But really, I just can't take the heat. It's beyond unbearable. It doesn't help either that I'm thirsty and hungry. I don't want real food, I just want sweet things to munch on.

Speaking of which, I have approximately one more week before my flight back to London =( Definitely not looking forward to that. I'm going to miss the nightlife here, which is something England can never give me. And cheap food, obviously. And I could never get comfortable sleeping in a single bed. There's just no space. I'm gonna miss everything about home. True enough, its just perfect for me. Everything's perfect, except for the weather. Sigh. Global warming global warming. But enough of blog-whining, I'm off to enjoy Saturday tv. They better be showing something worth watching.

and Ramadhan kicks in...

That's right. Before you know it, its that time of the year again. The fasting month. Of course, naturally being one who drinks too much plain water, my body is still struggling being water deprived for almost 13 hours on a daily basis. The recurrent headache therefore forces me to spend most of my fasting hours in bed. But hey, home is where the heart is.

So anyways, I'm glad that this year I'm spending half of Ramadhan here in Malaysia, before I fly off to London on the October 1st. This will be my second year celebrating Raya abroad. Sobs T.T but I survived last year just fine, so this year will be no different.

Since its that time of the day when you're beyond hungry, it is inevitable that you want to buy every single food item on sale in the Food Bazaar. And who can blame you? You're practically spoilt for choices, especially since the bazaar 10 feet away from my house has 200 stalls. Practical? I think so. But here's the real deal after Buka Puasa: You realise you don't have all the space in your stomach to accommodate for all the food you bought earlier on =) Typical. So here I am blogging after my buka puasa, all full and contented. I had my favourite "nasi kaya", and now my sugar level is back on the rise. I'm happy, and that's good.

I have less than 2 weeks before my flight back to London. I haven't packed. I can't be bothered. I'm not looking forward to those long flights, boring transit waits and immigration. I just wish I could orb into my flat in Durham, and unpack my things. Yeah, dream on.

The only productive activity I've done all summer was to meet up with old friends, and that was good fun. As a result, I'm close to being broke =( So, its pretty much staying at home till sept 30.

Who am I kidding? I thought I could update my blog but I'm really not in the mood. I'm off to msn gossip. Later!

My Summer?

Oh dear, I didn't even blog in my own birthday month.

And now, it's creeping into September. But I'm quite excited about the upcoming Ramadhan!!! At least I get to fast more days this year, as compared to last year which was barely 4 days.

So anyways here's the cold hard fact - my summer had been very very unproductive. Although at times it could get annoying, with apathy and sense of nothingness crawling in, but that was pretty much how I intended my summer to be. Care-free and jobless.

Well maybe not so much. I'm going to see an orthopaedic tomorrow, hoping to make my back pain go away. Apparently the previous one told me I could have worn too much heels, thus resulting the back pain. De nada. I've been wearing heels so much less! I don't feel the need to be taller, because I believe I am tall enough, naturally. Besides, according to Azman I 'bounce' to much when I wear heels. Can't help it. As a retired model, I still have the walk. You sad losers can wear a 5-inch heels and still look 'kampung' in them. I wear a simple 3-inch heels and I'm already afraid of the overwhelming attention I get. Superstars are born baby, they're not made. So this is when I clearly say out my favourite quote - You can take the girl out of a 'kampung', but you cannot take the 'kampung' out of her. And my dear friends, this is indeed true and will stand through the test of time.

What's with this sudden self- esteem rush? Quite scary I'd say. So moving on, along the summer I've also rediscovered friendships. As much as I was tempted to physically assault some of my 'girlfriends' (oh yes, you know I can) for performing countless acts of backstabbing and false pretense, I held the urge. You may be a smug bitch, but I'm going to be the bigger person and still be friends to you. Because I'm so noble, and eventually you might be of some use to me after all =) So here's to using you as means to my end.

But anyways, I'm going to get my dinner. More updates coming, sooner than you think.