i blacked out in the crowded mrt train. but lucky, i managed to grasp hold to that teeny weeny bit of conscious and recovered shortly. it happened shortly after the train left the commonwealth station. i was counting to myself, 1, 2, 3 and 4th stop is outram where i alighted. then i felt my shortness of breath. couldnt breathe properly. then i saw patches of orange color in my vision. i started to get worry. i tried to breathe in deeply.. the patches of light orange color soon became bright orange.. and i grabbed hold to the metal pole (near the glass panel de) real tightly.. i tried to shake it off.. i couldnt.. and i felt myself going weak.. i struggled to stand.. and i breathe real deeply.. then i felt my knee weakening and my vision going total darkness.. and someone said: Miss, are you okay? and literally pulled me to his seat (which is by the glass panel).. i still couldnt see a thing.. i tot of the fisherman sweets in my bag.. with my eyes wide open (or was it closed?) but cant see a thing at all.. i groped around in my bag for the sweets.. couldnt find it.. i forced my eyes to see.. just willed it to see.. slowly i can see abit..and found my sweets.. and popped it into my mouth.. keep trying to shake the blackness that enveloped me.. and i finally did.. i was shocked by what happened.. it happened so fast.. and thank god for the guy who saw me and gave up his seat.. else i tik i wun recover so fast. i was so shocked by what happened.. started to tear abit.. then i keep dabbing my tears.. my forehead gisted with sweat -- also dunno y. sigh, then i reached outram.. i stood up and thank the guy and tried to return him his seat. he din want it, said its ok since he's getting off soon.. asked if im alright. i told him i nearly blacked out - trust me to say something so straight rite? sighz.
then i got off the train..
walked in shocked.. knees and hands still feeling real weak.. but managed to sms sam (cos was sms-ing chat wif her) & oldie. then another guy from the train (he got up from cck also).. asked if im okay.. tik he witnessed the whole saga.. and said i looked very pale & shld get some rest before continuing my journey.. i told him im late for work.. he said he is too.. and ask me to sms my boss to inform my boss wat happened.. i thank him.. and we went our separate ways..
im lucky.. to haf people who saw and willing to help.. and not let me fall to the floor.. for that, im grateful.. there's nice singaporeans out there after all..
thank you, whoever is up there looking after me. i really thank you.
then i saw a closed yahoo auction for my nokia 6680 for S$340 when i just sold mine for S$280.
this is my most unlucky day.
i could do with S$160 extra cash. been feeling real tight recently due to Mel's wedding.
i'm so pek chek i can bite someone's head off.
tmd.
some people are finally getting what they deserved.
i'm bursting with bubbles of happiness. i didn't do anything. someone else did and showed me what he did.
it can be considered that he's getting back at them. for him mainly and for me in a tiny and indirect way but i'm grateful enough.
me: look at this! are you sure this is m-size?
*i pulled out another top*
me: this looks like it can fit... *trying very hard to recall her name.. cookie?* whats your dog's name?
sam: muffin..
me: yah.. muffin. buy muffin this, she can wear it.
sam: nah, she's too fat for this.
i still remember buying some tops and dresses happily from mlphosis 2005 february sales. but i could hardly find any of their clothes that seems to fit me nowadays. has their definition of sizes changed? or did i grow fatter?
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The Devil Wears Prada
i quite like this show! got so many nice clothes to see! anne hathaway's so pretty too! there's a part in the show that goes something like this:
anne hathaway: don't girls around here eat anything?
stanley tucci: not since size 4 become size 2 and size 2 become size 0.
anne hathaway: oh. i'm a size 6.
stanley tucci: that's size 14. tsk.
Oh. And women really do need alot of bags!
but i do hope this change is for the better. at least i think so.
welcome to my new blog. hee.
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i haf got new hairstyle, new eyes, new shoes and new job. hmmz, would welcome a new bag (coach, maybe? the hint could not be more obvious. too bad he doesn't know about my new blog) and new clothes!