As I write this, my head is throbbing, and I am half drunk on Redoxon. This is the freakin' fourth time I've contracted some form of the flu since moving to KL. That's about the same number of times in 2 years in Miri, at most. Lucky girl that I am, though, I am being well looked after. AK has been ensuring that I get my constant supply of water in the bedroom, cooking gao zhi, reheating soup, buying taufu fah (as you can tell I did not lose my appetite) and making sure I take my meds. It is nice to be loved :)
This business of falling sick at the drop of a hat was what I expected upon moving back. Well, in all honesty I did not expect a lot of things when I moved back. I did not expect us to hit this tremendous snag when we decided on the house we wanted. You'd think that being able to afford the place we wanted was the biggest issue. Well, this wasn't the case. Thanks to that snag we have been "squatting" in AK's parents' place since my company-allocated one month stay in Mont Kiara expired. His folks are easygoing, generous and caring, make no mistake. And I will forever be grateful to them for putting up with Boo and me in their lovely house. But 90% of my things are in storage, and after 7 years of living on my own, I do miss my (lovely) things. I miss my cookbooks, my Home & Decor magazines, our splurge of a matress, my oven and all my cooking thingamajigs. I miss my Astro PVR, even my perfume. It depresses me even writing about all this. It has caused countless sleepness nights that more than likely contributed to this most recent bout of sickness (why my immune system is so vulnerable is another question).
I refrained from writing about this because, well, I was in kind of a denial about it. But it has been 4 months since we signed the SPA and nothing much has changed. So we now are looking at other options. Litigation is one of them. As you can tell, nothing pleasant. Sometimes I wonder if it's God trying to tell me not to buy that place, that we should settle for something else, use our money to travel, to live it up while we're still young and so-called restless. A clearer sign would be nice.
Big sigh.
I have been up to a few things nonetheless. The gym is one of them. I have tried almost all the classes offered by Fitness First Empire. I have flailed around like an idiot trying to follow the Aunties at Zumba, and I've bitten off more than I can chew attempting BodyPump with far too heavy weights (I was way too chicken to quit thought, not with a supercute instructor up front. I spent about a week recovering from that episode). My favourites are BodyJam and BodyCombat. I have noticed that I am the only person who attends both, as they are quite different. But they both provide endorphin highs in different ways. I especially love BodyJam and my instructor telling us to "just let go, don't look at what's happenning around you or what others are doing, do what feels good to you." And I did. I always end the class with a big smile on my face. BodyCombat has the ability to make me all sentimental sometimes, as I started learning this class in Miri, where it is taught by a very good friend of mine.
Reading is another. I just completed the sequel to the magnificient book that is the Fall of Giants, Winter of the World. I have been waiting and waiting for this and when I spotted the hardcover at Borders in The Curve, out came the credit card. I have to say, though, Fall of Giants seems more well thought out. WoW, while still good, at times feels a bit rushed, and wasn't so much of a suspense-laden, heartwrenching thriller that was FoG. Maybe it's because I didn't watch Atonement this time. :)
Still, I learnt a lot. I didn't realize how close England came to flirting with Facism, and how the people of London stood with their fellow Jews in the Battle of Cable Street. The book draws comparisons between the German and English anti-fascist movements, and how inaction on the side of Germans, and action in the form of protests (or more like protesting the protest). The story of the Battle of Cable Street, of how Englishmen (mostly the working class, socialists, the Irishmen, communists, sailors) fought their own people for what they believed in. And in doing so, they sent a message loud and clear: Fascism is not welcome in England. And so the movement faded. Germany, of course, is another story altogether.
This business of falling sick at the drop of a hat was what I expected upon moving back. Well, in all honesty I did not expect a lot of things when I moved back. I did not expect us to hit this tremendous snag when we decided on the house we wanted. You'd think that being able to afford the place we wanted was the biggest issue. Well, this wasn't the case. Thanks to that snag we have been "squatting" in AK's parents' place since my company-allocated one month stay in Mont Kiara expired. His folks are easygoing, generous and caring, make no mistake. And I will forever be grateful to them for putting up with Boo and me in their lovely house. But 90% of my things are in storage, and after 7 years of living on my own, I do miss my (lovely) things. I miss my cookbooks, my Home & Decor magazines, our splurge of a matress, my oven and all my cooking thingamajigs. I miss my Astro PVR, even my perfume. It depresses me even writing about all this. It has caused countless sleepness nights that more than likely contributed to this most recent bout of sickness (why my immune system is so vulnerable is another question).
I refrained from writing about this because, well, I was in kind of a denial about it. But it has been 4 months since we signed the SPA and nothing much has changed. So we now are looking at other options. Litigation is one of them. As you can tell, nothing pleasant. Sometimes I wonder if it's God trying to tell me not to buy that place, that we should settle for something else, use our money to travel, to live it up while we're still young and so-called restless. A clearer sign would be nice.
Big sigh.
I have been up to a few things nonetheless. The gym is one of them. I have tried almost all the classes offered by Fitness First Empire. I have flailed around like an idiot trying to follow the Aunties at Zumba, and I've bitten off more than I can chew attempting BodyPump with far too heavy weights (I was way too chicken to quit thought, not with a supercute instructor up front. I spent about a week recovering from that episode). My favourites are BodyJam and BodyCombat. I have noticed that I am the only person who attends both, as they are quite different. But they both provide endorphin highs in different ways. I especially love BodyJam and my instructor telling us to "just let go, don't look at what's happenning around you or what others are doing, do what feels good to you." And I did. I always end the class with a big smile on my face. BodyCombat has the ability to make me all sentimental sometimes, as I started learning this class in Miri, where it is taught by a very good friend of mine.
Reading is another. I just completed the sequel to the magnificient book that is the Fall of Giants, Winter of the World. I have been waiting and waiting for this and when I spotted the hardcover at Borders in The Curve, out came the credit card. I have to say, though, Fall of Giants seems more well thought out. WoW, while still good, at times feels a bit rushed, and wasn't so much of a suspense-laden, heartwrenching thriller that was FoG. Maybe it's because I didn't watch Atonement this time. :)
Still, I learnt a lot. I didn't realize how close England came to flirting with Facism, and how the people of London stood with their fellow Jews in the Battle of Cable Street. The book draws comparisons between the German and English anti-fascist movements, and how inaction on the side of Germans, and action in the form of protests (or more like protesting the protest). The story of the Battle of Cable Street, of how Englishmen (mostly the working class, socialists, the Irishmen, communists, sailors) fought their own people for what they believed in. And in doing so, they sent a message loud and clear: Fascism is not welcome in England. And so the movement faded. Germany, of course, is another story altogether.
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| Red commemorative plaque at Cable Street today. Source |
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