Gah…It seems as it was only yesterday that I hyperventilated again though the last time was almost 3 years ago.

After my class at 1pm, I went back to my cubicle to collect my stuff, ready to go for lunch. As I walked up the stairs, my student saw me and said I looked very pale. I felt my head was a little heavy but I didn’t give much attention to it.

As I was walking towards the school canteen, I felt my breath was getting faster than usual, so fast that I could almost hear my heart jumping out from my mouth.

I felt so breathless. I breathed as hard as I could for oxygen but each time I inhaled, I only became more breathless.

Suddenly, half of my face went numb, as if there were thousands of tiny ants crawling on my face. I sat down on the nearest bench and reached for my mobile phone. I knew I was going to faint anytime (based on my past experience). I called my colleague for rescue. They were at lunch and luckily they were just nearby. 3 guys came to “rescue” me and guided me to regulate my breathing.

As soon as I saw them, I felt much better and my breathing became more regulated. They said I was cold as ice when they touched my hand and face.

They offered to take me to see a doctor. He asked if I was scared or frightened. I thought for awhile and shook my head. As I expected, the doctor said it was caused by stress and lacked of rest.

Well, I had a bad migraine since last Friday. It was so bad that I almost knocked my head against the wall. The other doctor said it was caused by stress too. I thought after I took a good rest during Vesak holiday, I could be better. But he said it could be caused by stress sometimes ago.

The last time I had hyperventilation was back in Perth, when my house was broken in. Worse, I actually bumped into the burglar when he was about to escape. There and then, I collapsed. I was rushed to the hospital as I was dying to catch a breath.

When I reached Royal Perth Hospital, 3 hunky male nurses carried me out from the car and placed me on a bed. It was like the scene in E.R and I went through many doors and seeing so many lights passing above me.

While everything seemed so ‘emergency’, I was left in a waiting room for almost 3 hours. There was a nurse who constantly chatting with me to make sure I didn’t fall asleep. I didn’t get to see the doctor after waiting for 3 hours but after that, I thought I was fit enough to go home without seeing him. And soon, I was discharged…just. like. that. How dramatic…

As my friend said:”You’re as fragile as a cherry…can be easily crushed into juice..”

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I saw an advertisement about spongebob musical on the tv one day and I was totally transformed into a 5 years old kid.

And exactly 1 year ago, I traveled all the way to Sentosa just to see spongebob and patrick too. That shows how much I LOVE spongebob.

2 from my collection. Got them from Singapore airlines. I have collected them all! That’s why I love SQ so much.

And so, just when I went ga-ga over the spongebob musical, a friend of mine was also keen. Whenever I told my friends and even my students that I was going to watch the musical, they burst into laughters without fail.

So two 5-years-old wannabes went to expo for the muscial. For your information, the ticket wasn’t cheap. It was 50 dollars!!!

The entrance. I had tonnes of these.

The stage, before the show starts.

Too bad….no photography allowed during the show.

I would say the whole experience was very unique. I used to watch symphony orchestras and plays but none of them has the same experience as this one. There were so many kids and it seemed as if we were the only adults there. (Ok, the parents not counted).

Like this little cute audience who sat beside me. Her mother was feeding her porridge throughout the show. Then there were kids and parents leaving the seats constantly for toilet break, snack break or whatever break it was. It . was . just . too . CUTE!

The kids sang the theme song along with the pirate and I did too! Not every single word though.

After the show, my heart just beamed with a warm, iridescent glow. I guess the 50 dollars ticket was really worth it.

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A few weeks ago, a bunch of makan (means ‘eat’ in Malay) kings decided to travel up north for good food expedition.

And there we were…the good old makan town, MALACCA!

Do you guys find the text funny?

Me: How come they striked out the words like this? Wouldn’t be easier to just remove them all?
Mom: Aiya, those ‘lines’ at the back are supposed support the text lar..

Frankly, it was my first time in Malacca. Ok OK!! I know I am a lousy Malaysian.

Guess what this is…

A very secretive cobbler..

We have a few items that we wanted to try on the list: Chicken rice ball and chendol. Mom had a superlicious chendol once at a deserted kampong and she wanted to have it again!

I must say, we were travelling blindly without a map. But the locals are very kind. There was this uncle who owns a sunday sundry shop gave us “good” tips for both items.

So “good” that we had to travel to another place for the same item.

This is the first chicken rice balls we had. The shop was so crowded even though it was way past the lunch hour.

Looks like fish ball to me…

Honestly, it didn’t taste as good as I expected. Mom, being the only person who has tasted chicken rice ball before also said that it wasn’t that good…:(

Feeling a little dissapointed, we decided to eat something else..but before that, we came to the red ‘buildings’…

This church is so beautiful! Too bad, no photography allowed in the church.

Souvenir stalls…

St. Paul at A’Famosa. Gosh!! Just noticed that he lost his hand!

The Portugese fortress..

So, after climbing lots of stairs, we went hungry again. (thanks to the not-so-delicious chicken rice)

This one is much better! It was sold in a foodcourt opposite a huge shopping mall.

We wanted to look for the ‘superlicious’ chendol. There was a mangosteen-looking stall right across the red church. Many people were sipping and devouring chendols.

The stall didn’t look very impressive and I just went:”Nah…I don’t think the chendol is that good..”

So, we went back to the sundry shop and find out about the kampong style chendol. The uncle said he had a better recommendation. MUCH MORE delicious than the kampong one. We were delighted. He signalled his son to guide us there on his bike. We were so excited that we could almost see rainbows and stars in our eyes.

After 10 minutes, we were back to where we came from. Our minds whispered to us:”Please..don’t tell me it was the mangosteen stall…”

And yes. IT WAS THE MANGOSTEEN STALL!!

The uncle smiled at us while pointing the mangosteen stall:”NAH!! That’s the BEST chendol you can find in Malacca!”

Our jaws dropped…so did our eyeballs..

Mom said I shouldn’t judge the look of the stall but we were very skeptical. Anyway, we had the chendols and guess what??

It was SOOOOOOOOOO NOT delicious!! Really, it tasted like water with a little bit of syrup and coconut. THAT WAS IT!!

Look at my face, full of hopes and delights..:(

Well, the only thing left on the list was to visit the night market. I must say, it is the best place for food and good!

And entertainment, too.

Ah-hah…ah-hah

The atmosphere is so warm and relaxed. A great place to get away from the hustle and bustle. We had a superlicious chendol and ice kacang there. So much better than the mangosteen one.

This is Malacca Chendol and it is served with chewy malt on top.

Now I am looking forward to go to Malacca again. And this time, I ONLY want to visit the night market. It only opens on weekends, 7pm onwards.

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I am good as new!! Fresh from the oven!!

Vesak holiday came to rescue and I have caught up all the sleep and rest I was so desperately needed.

On Wednesday, instead of feeling sore for not being able to travel, I took your advices from the comments (I am a good girl, hye) and started to plan what I want to do for mentally and physically ‘rejuvenation’.

And so..decided to pick up my paint brush again. It has been a long time since I have painted. The last time I picked up my brushes was during my art class in Year 12.

So my friend took me to get my painting instruments. To be frank, I was very excited and yet, nervous at the same time. I have been using computer to ‘draw’ and ‘paint’ and I was worried that I can’t paint anymore.

My first painting..

I must say I took a long time to plan and think. I was SO careful when doing this painting. I used eraser so much and I hated it! I was so tempted to do Ctrl Z several times…:(

This morning, I decided to paint again. (Thank God that my boss is so kind to let me off today)

And I painted this…

Yeah…can you tell that my painting is “happier”? I just had a brief idea what to paint and just let my brush do the job, totally ignored the smears and spots.

And yes..more paintings are coming up!!

p/s: to miss ene, you sure I can use your drum??!!

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