RocketJim's

Disgruntled Modern Day Living

I keep telling myself to go see a Chinese physician at Eu Yang Sang or something since my blood circulation is so poor. But as usual, I procrastinate because I don't know where to find one. You know, I wake up tired all the time and never have enough energy for alot of mundane human activities. (Sometimes I even wonder if it is my poor circulation or the lack of stimulation to my brains.) If I don't use blushers or a tinted lippie, I look pretty much like...Sweeney Todd's landlady. I guess Chinese tonics can help somewhat eh?

I am also a bloody anaemic (oxymoron there?). I don't faint (yet) thank god but I cannot donate blood. That sucks because it is something I want to try and one of the easiest ways to help people. I am an 'O' positive. Universal donor with a bitchslap to my face.

Empress Boodiboo: Please. Your blood is LOW QUALITY blood. Don't go sabo the patients.

The joy of family and kinship! Empress Boodiboo is my #1 fan.

My dad looks after a couple of homes that offers shelter to old folks and people who are unstable mentally. Most of them have no family. He was telling us about a resident of his who recently received some red packets for the new year. The man was over the moon at his sudden windfall but all he owned in this world was a mere $30-40. Unfortunately he doesn't own a safe or a secure piggy bank so what he does is to keep his fortune in a little purse. To prevent theft, he would bring his purse to the shower too.

I guess time to time, I am reminded to count my blessings and keep Life simpler. The resident couldn't buy nuts with his money but as we all said, ignorance IS bliss. Personally, I guess I get disapointed alot because many people and situations fail to meet up my expectations. (Then again, there are people so hopeless I have no expectations or whatsoever. I just zone out when they talk.)

At the end of the day, I probably love being a loner. I love flying too because I can disappear like those men scums when things go wrong or avoid people who only talk cock. My time is for myself and sincere company, books or my loverboy. Nice.

Lastly, I learnt and confirmed over the new year that my paternal Grandmother was adopted from Vietnam. Kinda explains why everyone wonders if my dad is Thai (he has a little Khmer look to him). Also learnt that my ancestral village is in Guangzhou but probably already torn down. Great. Why tell me if I cannot trace?