Thanks

I find it slightly ironic how this is one of the most highly-commented posts, yet surprise and delight far overshadows that :)
All I can say is thanks to all of you who have commented and supported me, you have no idea how grateful I am for each of your thoughts. Thanks to you guys, I'm back to my normal self - faith in the inherent goodness of humans yadayadayada, hahaha.
Although I wrote that entry while I was in a state of complete depression, it wasn't an exaggeration. I was just writing about how I felt. You guys are right - I should probably talk to her about how I feel, because for all I know she probably thinks the exact same thing of me. After all, I've been avoiding her too, if only because I hate being around her when she's being hostile. But things are looking up. She actually talked to me today without me initiating conversation. And it showed that she does care about me, which I am so grateful for - my sign, at last! Fingers crossed for future improvements...

I went to see White Chicks yesterday with some old friends...aside from the movie being hilarious, it was also the most exercise I have ever had in my entire life. Believe it, people...I actually walked all the way to Crown and back! God, even thinking about it makes me tired. But that's not really the point of this post. While we were killing time before the movie, we went up to the Crystal Club, which is on the top floor of the hotel. Has anyone been there before? It is absoultely beautiful - we got to see the sunset, from 29 stories up. It's like a huge circular room, with about three quarters of the walls made of glass so you have this almost 360 panoramic view of the entire city and the river strectching endlessly into the distance while these golden rays of light are swallowed up by the towering office buildings which taper off into the distance. Camera freaks like Lyn and Em would have loved, and I even tried to take pictures with my phone but seriously, camera phones so do not do that view justice. And apparently you're not even allowed to take pictures up there. So there I was, chattering away my usual I-am-Malaysian-what-no-way-I'm-not-talking-loudly oblivion, behaving sooo like a tourist when this immculately-dressed waiter appears behind me with a quite "ahem". I turned around, got a look on my face which went somewhat like this 0-O and said "What?" GOD. Isn't that just typical, that curt "wat?" that we've grown up saying even though we know we should say "pardon" or "excuse me". I don't even know why I didn't just sit down and shut up, the only excuse I can possibly make for myself is that I'm sick so my brain isn't working. Which its still not, hence the horrible randomness of this post. But anyway. The waiter just kept looking at me, and I just kept staring back and forth between him and my friends until one of them finally said "Uh, you're making too much noise." It was then that I realized the almost deathly silence of the place. The Crystal Club is the kind of place where the only acceptable sounds are that of civilized conversation and the clink of china against expensive china. Well, they could have used a bit of shaking up, I say.

Needless to say, after an embarrassed "Sorry" and a tremulous order of water, despite drinks being free, I began feeling waaay too rough-necked for that place. There I was in my jeans and t-shirt, surrounded by chandeliers and smartly-dressed men and women perched on plush couches, with the tinkling sounds of some unidentifiable piano track playing ever-so-softly in the background and tuxedo-clad, impeccably trained waiters strolling efficiently over the oriental carpets and marble tiles without making so much as a squeak. All of a sudden i felt like one of those baby animals, you know, those just-born ones who don't know how to walk yet and stumble around, wobbling on their legs because they don't quite know what to do with them. Where should I put my hands? Should I cross my legs? Should I lean over to grab that chocolate or should I ask someone to pass it over? But then again, I've already almost finished that plate of chocolates - what if someone actually wants it but is waiting to see whether I snag it first? Jeez, I don't think I belong in high society. All that politeness is just too stifling.

This has got to be one of the worst posts yet, it's so badly told. Anyway, I'm like coughing my innards out, I have to go swallow some pills. Did you know that affenpinscher means "monkey dog" in german? OH btw, I might be getting a trial doggie soon! Heh, I mean, my housemate might be getting a job and so might be eligible to take care of her employer's dog for a year or so - and she's gonna let me take care of it cos she knows that I'm dying to get a dog next year, yay! Ugh, I hate being sick.