3.25.2010

Sleepless...

Thursday, 24 March 10, 6.35am at home

Morning diary..
I guess this the earliest diary I have ever wrote so far. I used to be a sleepy head. So it should be written down on my diary that I woke up very early this morning, around 4.30am. I forced myself to go back to sleep but I couldn't, so I was just out from my bedroom and started playing with my iPhone.

These last few days I have not been feeling so well. My head is so heavy, my back bones are so painfull, I also have a fever. I usually sleep a lot when I am sick. And I did sleep a lot on my first day of falling sick. But it's weird that I couldn't sleep today, it feels like my head keeps thinking, my brain keeps working, till it hurts so much. Yes, since I do my own business, I can't sleep as soundly as before. If I can have a very good sleep, I will be really happy.

I'm not sure if it's insomnia? Or does it have something to do with my aging? Or is there really so much thing in my brain?

While I am writing this diary, I get sleepy again... It's true that thinking makes me awake and sleepless... But thinking also makes me tired and sleepy...

Let me have a short rest again, diary.
*You are still a sleepy head*

-Abbie-



3.18.2010

On a Cab

Thursday, 18 Mar 10, 9.12am at home

On the cab that I took last time:
Taxi driver: "Where are you going?"
Me: "Take me to this place" [showing an address on a paper]
Taxi driver: "Ok!"
............[on highway, silent]...........
..............[still silent]...............
Taxi driver: "Are you Japanese? Ohayo?"
Me: "I am Indonesian"
Taxi driver: "Ooww Korea? Annyonghaseyo!"
Me: "No, INDONESIAN"
Taxi driver: "Ahh, ok ok. India!"
Me: "I-N-D-O-N-........."
Taxi driver: "Yes yes I know, INDIAN! Good morning!!"
Me: "Yea, morning.."

Sometimes we need to learn when the right time is to give up.

-Abbie-

3.05.2010

Cupcakes for Dad

Friday, 5 Mar 10, 2.27pm at home

Hello diary!
Yesterday was my father's birthday. I sent these cute cupcakes to him. This is my first time giving a cake to my dad. I always thought that my dad didn't like sweet cake and he didn't like childish gift too. But I was wrong! He liked it so much! He still can't eat sweet cakes so much, but he liked the fact that I gave a surprise cake to him on his special day.

Happy Birthday, Daddy! ^^

-Abbie-

3.03.2010

The Power of Bleach!

Wednesday, 3 Mar 10, 6.33pm at home

Dear my little diary,
I am really glad that I still can see you, diary. You know what, I almost died just now. In the bathroom. Yes, stupid me almost died in my bathroom. Alone. Naked. While cleaning the bathtub using bleach. Not funny. Not so elegant. I never know bleach had that kind of strong effect. I know that bleach can remove stains, bleach can whiten white clothes, and I know bleach can kill germs. If I didn't know that bleach can kill germs, I would not have used bleach to clean my bathtub.

It was started when I had to clean my bath curtain this morning. I put the curtain in my white toilet sink, put some drops of bleach in the water, and left it for few hours. After few hours, my curtain was perfectly clean, and so was my toilet sink! I was amazed how my toilet sink could shine so brightly. Then, a brilliant idea came into my mind. I wanted to use bleach to clean my bathtub too. Initially I used the same method, I filled up the bathtub with water and put almost half bottle of bleach in it. But I failed! The bathtub was slowly emptied, yes, the lock button did not work well.

This evening, when I was about to take shower, I still wanted to try another method to clean my bathtub. This is where the accident began. I closed my toilet door and toilet window (of course I closed all the door and window, I was having shower!), then I started to pour some drops of the bleach on my dry bathtub, mixed it with detergent, and started to clean it using brush! Woohoo..!! Brush! Brush! Brush! I was happily brushing my bathtub till suddenly my head was dizzy, my stomach was so hot, my nose and my eyes were so painful, my chest was heavy, and I started to have difficulty in breathing. I stopped brushing. I hardly could move my hands and my feet. I didn't have energy to walk out from my bathroom, so I just turned the water on, let the water clean up all the bleach by itself while I was sitting inside my bathtub in panic. Then I slowly could breath again.

I am fine now, here I am writing diary. I still am alive! Ha Ha Ha!

-Abbie

*The bathtub is now half-white. There will be another attempt, I guess.*