1 2 3 Days in Miri

Monday, March 19, 2007

Kept this in my laptop since the first day I arrived in Miri after my long holidays of three months.. Haven't got my internet installed yet in the new house here. So suffering. Thought I should post it up in school before this post stinks!
Day One in Miri


Arrived in Miri safely, despite the weird feeling I had in the planeand the full human-loaded plane. It was a squeezy feeling as I was sitting in between two other passengers, one a uncomrfortably looking big guy and also another prettylady in white. My hands were tire out because of the heavy hand-luggageI brought. A bag full of books !*aikSs!* and a heavy laptop with a few other items in there (hdd,phone,mp3 player,wallet,baby camcam,microphone,earphones) Needa get those books over, if not it would never be read! Gee! I seldom ..erm can say never successfully read a book at home. Maybe 'some'.

When I was a kid, Enid Blyton or R.L Stine never failed to keep me awake at nights finishing them.probably. =P~
On the way up the plane, the heavy bag was a torture I wishedI had the strength of a man. I wished I had a friend, a man. I wished the bag would be lighter. I wished someone could help me. I hear my arm musclesscreaming out of torture.=( On the flight up the AirAsia stairs was the mostterrible moments! Prayed that it would soon be over if not I'll end up getting over the top of my head till the ends of my feet and fall backwards.Again on the plane,getting my bag on top of overhad compartment was disasterous! I can't!wanted to cry already cause my whole arms were trembling. Need some helphere ! *sobs* Before I broke down to tears of how useless I am, I asked for assistance frm the air-stewardess who stood by me watchingme! She cannot see I had problems getting the bag on top! *sigh*Enough said.



I had a book with me ' The Keeper' by Sarah Langan read itfrom the moment the plane departed till it arrived. ^^ So the journeydidnt felt as long as the strings of 'long-life noodles'. =P~*sigh* Have to get my bag down now, I was blessed by God's embrace!The guy next to me could see how short I am! And how vulnerable!He asked me if he could help me.. So nice! Thank you, guy! =)Still I wished I had your strength! Ha ha! Fredda was outside waiting forme as I got hold of my check-in luggage. Jody and Angeline at the car waiting for us. Thanks girls for the welcoming back to Miri from the airport!



Arrived in the hall of the church, saw everyone practicing in their own instruments! Watched helplessly because I couldn't play any of them,I cannot sing as well. *sighhh* Despite the dissappointment I hadfor myself of not polishing any musical talent, I put on a smile for everyone. Went home straight and unpacked.


Robert and Oja wantedto watch a movie together in my room. Initially we watched'Children of Men' but it was soooooo boring and slow. Lazy to listen.Fredda joined in. Everyone was almost half asleep, a quarter not listening at all! The other 3 quarters I have no idea? =P~We changed the movie to ' Night In The Museum ' which Robert, Fredda and I myself have already watched.Fredda was fast asleep! And I was feeling groggy already! Fell asleep and awoken several times!Anyway, that's the end of day one in Miri. I wrote a short journal!Oh my! *sigh*
The aftermath of carrying heavy-loaded bags without much fitness and exercise of the body, a painful sore arm screaming *ouchhhhhhhh* !

2nd day in Miri

2nd day in Miri passed so quickly. Doing nothing but washing and hanging out at home and to the church watching friends play the musical instruments again. *sigh* Went to get a RM 2.99 doormat for myself! *teehees*My arm still hurts as much. We had a small gathering at Uncle David'sthat night. 10 of us departed from Senadin to his house. Had a quick introduction and some Chinese New Year tit-bits and then we kicked offwith the food on the table. * We thank God for the food on the table,and we ask You to bless them and bless the people who had the food prepared. We ask You to nourish our body as we eat to be rich in health to praise You. Amen! * Lolx ! I guess everyone forgotten about that(prayer),cause we were too hungry. Hmm..
Chit chats, brief games and sing along.The night felt really long to me, cause I didn't feel too well.Felt like something was eating me from the inside. It hurt so badly,I could hardly sing. Had breathing complications. When I breath in theair, my stomach would hurt even more. End up sitting on the stairs,concentrating on the pain and thinking of how to reduce it.Ended up, it worsen. Hurts till I cried. I had gastric.I'm so sorry to everyone I cannot join in. Not like I don't want to.I felt sorry to Hwei Ching, Oja and Gloria also. Had to 'jaga' this troublesome girl. *sigh* You girls should have just go and have fun cause I'll be alright soon.. I hope!..Took a gastric pill whichdidn't help much at the moment. The night at Uncle David'sended, for me it was a painful one but still it was great.. Thanks for Unc David and family! Robert had to drive us home,cuz I was still in pain. Thanks Robert! Went straight to bed when I got home. It was only 10.45 pm!
The earliest ever I've slept!Night people! Loves!
3rd day in Miri

3rd DayI'm awake the next day at 4.41 a.m. ! Earliest ever! Lolx! Felt refreshed! But I can still feel the pain..Took out my bedsheet to wash .. *heh!* And now I'm here typing the first 3-day journal of the days in Miri.

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