Monday, November 23, 2015

Hello & Goodbye 2015!

Hello everyone (who still uses blogger)!

It has been over a year since I posted anything here. So, this is my first post of the year! Yay 2015! Although I haven't been blogging here at all, I am still blogging on Dayre every single day! After 7 years (since 2008), I can't believe that I still feel the need to rant and write something somewhere. And that's excluding my pen and diary years when I was younger loh! Haha. Blogger better not go anywhere cos I have tons of memories here! (although they are left pictureless T_T)

My 2015 has been great! I hope yours has been as awesome as mine! I celebrated my 21st birthday last month and... that's all. Hahaha. If you're still interested, you can visit me on my Dayre!

I've also posted a new vlog on my youtube channel! Not too sure if this is gonna be a thing cos school schedule is really hectic and all. So, we'll just see where everything goes. Haha!

Till next time!
Eunice signing off! xx

Saturday, November 8, 2014

New to Dayre.

It's been a while since I blogged here. Anyway, i just only (very outdated aunty) downloaded the app Dayre. I'm blogging a little more often there than I use to here! It's so much more convenient. 

I'll be blogging on-the-go at So follow me to read my daily shiz!


Friday, July 11, 2014


I spent my past 2 weeks contemplating on whether to write about this or not. And then it struck my mind. It doesn't matter what I write about, because you wouldn't read it. I spent most of my time thinking about you, the times I spend not thinking about you, I still secretly am. All that and the figurative image of me don't even cross your mind for a split second. I cried.

The furuncle that appeared on left foot after my Camp5 visit stayed around for little over 2 weeks. Having no idea what it was then, I treated it with tons of saline water and antiseptic cream thrice a day. Everything got from worse to worst after the second week. It hurt so much I could barely limp my way across the hall, but I had to get to my university. I drive a stick and not an auto, so getting to where I needed to go requires a lot of work from the left part of my body. Shifting gears and stepping on clutches have been my everyday life ever since I got my learners permit. So my only option was to consult a doctor. That night, Dr X prescribed me with some antibiotics, ones that are meant to be taken orally and ones that are to be applied on the affected area. I also got some painkillers to make driving the next day less troublesome.

It was a 5 day antibiotics course, taken twice a day. The wound was healing, I was happy. On the 4th night of my antibiotics intake, I started to get rashes everywhere. Thinking it was only a minor drug allergic reaction, I stopped my antibiotics course and started on some antihistamines my mother had ready for emergencies like this. My younger sister gets weird allergies very often, so my mother carries a box of antihistamines with her at all times. 

As the night got darker, the rash started developing and it intensified. And the scratching can not be stopped, the antihistamines were not working.

I had to rush to the university the next morning for a lab experiment looking like a lobster. Everyone stared. It wasn't a good feeling. My skin only got worse, the itch was unbearable. That very same day, I was rushed and admitted to Sime Darby Medical Centre, Subang Jaya.

I was trapped in the hospital for 4 nights. Waking up to steroid jabs, steroid pills and all sorts of antihistamine pills every morning and also taking even more antihistamines and sleeping pills before bed. All I wanted to do was get out of there. All that aside, only the steroids were working. My rashes were slightly less visible. But they would come right back out as soon as the steroids wear off. The antihistamines on the other hand did not help very much with the itch.

After all the crying, pleading and begging the doctor to grant me permission to be discharged immediately because I was having a test the next day, he finally but reluctantly agreed.

After my test, I came back to SDMC. The doctor told me it was an adverse drug reaction (ADR) and my in my case that is, was the early pre-developed stage of Steven Johnsons Syndrome. I was confused because I had never heard of SJS. He elaborated on and told me that if I were to come to the ER a week later, my life would not have been spared. It is a fatal skin disease.

Saturday, June 14, 2014


Since the last time I was here, everything has changed. One of them which shone the brightest and caught the attention of all; so bright that nobody, not a single living form noticed every other thing that has already been changed and is still changing about me. 

I guess you could say that it was quite a spectacular distraction. You do something outrageous and attention-seeking, in the best way of course, and that's all your left with. Finally, no one notices the demon side of you. More importantly, no one can judge you. And for once, maybe you can do things without having to constantly consider the disagreements of society. You get the chance to tuck away your flaws from the public's eye. The other side of you; your distortion, imperfection, glitches and birthmarks are suddenly gone for a while. If you choose to believe it, that is.

 But despite everything that has changed about me, be it good or bad, I'm very okay with it.

I'll be slowly putting some of my past blog entries back on the blog. I thought that would be better instead of keeping them as drafts, some of them can be fixed.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014


Friends, how do I define friends?

Well first off, if you've only gotten to know me just recently (these past couple years that is), you most probably would only know a hand full of facts about me. And that is even if we spent every minute of  the day together. But if you have known me since half a decade ago or less, and are still friends with me, you'd seemingly know what I'm about to blabber on in this post. Let's hope it's not as lengthy as all my other emotional posts.
Disclaimer: I honestly am not trying to promote myself or to nourish the fact that I am very significant or anything. And neither am I trying to discriminate any other types of people. It's kinda weird to have to put a disclaimer note here but I just had to. 
After everything that I've experienced and gone through the last 5 years or so, I've come to a point where I start ranking every new person I meet before getting to know more about them. Don't judge a book by it's cover, you say? Well actually, I call it enhancing your analytical ability. I don't see the point of being friends with someone if they're gonna be complete assholes. (pardon the language.) Or being friends with the general 'Friend-of-a-Friend-of-a-Friend'. And neither do I see the point in being close to those who invariably forecast doom and gloom based solely on their bad experiences.

Why would I want to torment myself by clinging on to those that makes me feel dispirited to be alive? And plus, it doesn't really matter how I judge someone in my mind now, does it? As long as I keep it to myself, I think it's perfectly reasonable.

Now before you start going all 'Oh she doesn't need friends' on me, I'll have you know that I do. And I do think that it is important to have some connections. But on the on the other end of the spectrum, neither do I think they are all that.

I agree, building connections are unquestionably important. Particularly with those who are substantial in the future. But how do we know which are the ones that would soon be one of the most resourceful and valuable people out there? Figure it out. Back to my point, yes, creating connections are important. But networking isn't a number game. There's no way to build meaningful connections with dozens, much less hundreds of people. Why develop so many senseless connections when you can only truly connect to a handful?

To cut my 5-year-sob-story short, I have major trust issues. Therefore, I hand pick the bunch of friends I hang out with. Yes, I'm choosy and I have requirements. But no, I don't shout it out to the whole world about how and what I think about you, no. I keep it all to myself. Which is what I meant by this being perfectly reasonable.

Being picky and all is the reason why I don't feel comfortable making new friends in my university. (Don't get me wrong, I have a bunch of great loving friends. But they're just all not in the same uni as me.) Every single life form in my course are competitive and that makes it even harder to find real friends. I made a handful of them and honestly, I sincerely do think that they are enough.

Some people drift like zombies. They wander aimlessly from task to task, from day to day with no plan and no goal. But here, everyone has their very own purpose. And they'd start slaughter if you were to get in their way.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Cake your face.

Here to rant yet about another ordinary month.

Recent faces.

I am about to verge upon the butt end of my first semester in this campus and that can only mean... final exams are in a week. I was assigned two subjects, one which was at a 100% coursework grading. So that means I only had one paper to sit for this week... French.

Having only two subjects brought about only 3 days of classes with extra short study hours during the week. for 7 weeks. I was at ease. Given my very little hours of exposure in the university, people hardly see me and I hardly see them too. 

But don't get me wrong. I have friends. Quite an amount of them I might say. Friends that did pre-u with me and also my secondary school friends. But still, it's still kinda difficult to actually see them around the campus. Not saying that I do not bump into any friends but the thing is... Every time when I do bump into a friend, this will happen...

Friend: Hey Eunice! I didn't know you're studying here! What course are you doing?
Me: Hi Friend! It's been a while. I'm doing CL.
Friend: Waaaahh. You makeup ah?
Me: Erh...Yeah... I gotta go dude. See ya!
Friend: Ok!

Sometimes I feel like I am being a little too gracious. I wouldn't flip out like this if people were to ask me this once. But do you really have to ask me so many times? I am not doing my make up like stage gaga now am I? I really do not know how to respond to this. Why does this only happen in my school? Maybe because only 20% of the girls in my university wears makeup. So I guess that's why they're going all ballistic on me and trying to tell me that wearing makeup here is weird and uncalled for. 

Well, I guess unless you have really bad eye sight, why else would you deliberately ask if someone's wearing makeup when you can clearly tell that she is? You think I look weird is it? Not nice is it?

Your thoughts?

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Even when I don't say a thing.

I was complete fine until about 5 days ago. I do not get sick often. Yes, I mean it. I am not your typical girlie girl that get feverish or get tummy aches just after eating food that went bad or after getting rained on a little. I have a strong immune system. My body is used to all the bacteria I take in daily. I don't normally get colds or fevers or flus or anything. And even if I did get under attack germs and viruses, I don't visit Mr. An Apple A Day. I'd just chuck down two of those white things that reliefs headaches. Yes smartass, panadol. I consider myself getting sick an annual thing. So I guess the time of the year has arrived. Yeepee?

I had a minor cold. You know just the common cold, running nose, sore and itching throat, the constant sneezing and watery eyes. After the third day, I know everything was about to end. When suddenly the universe just decides to rain on my parade. I mean that literally. I literally got rained on. So that very same night, I got the fever. 

So weak, getting cold and feeling lethargic all the time really is not my thing. I don't even know what I can or cannot and should or should not do when I'm sick. Don't tell me I'm stupid because this is the basics and general knowledge, I am not a fking NURSE. Why don't you go build a fking computer using carbon nanotubes. That's basics for some kind of engineering, no?

Anyway back to my story. I wouldn't say I'm totally clueless about being a sickie. But having such a wonderful boyfriend that attends to your every need, it just makes you want to know nothing at all. With him around, maybe being sick is not such a bad thing after all. I get more hugs and kisses. And not to mention hot chocolates and chicken soup in bed. 

Unfortunately, today should be my last day being a sickie. Thanks to you, I feel so much better. Thanks for treating me like a princess and always doing whatever you can to make me happy. 

Thank you for loving me. 

Friday, August 30, 2013

Around the clock.

This was taken almost a year ago. It has been ages since I had a night like this, a night racing the clock to finish a video. I can recall this night like it was just yesterday, I was flipping through old books that my dad put together some time ago, searching for a nice song to cover. I remember looking all over the place but still couldn't managed to find my capo, so I ended up using a 2B pencil instead.

My sister and I spent the entire night battling out on which song was better. We were both kinda furious at each other, like extremely boiling. But the both of us ended up being endlessly entertained by the comeback lines and moronic facial expressions we made at each other. We had a long laugh and settled down on one song, My Love by Westlife ♫ ♪

After a while of unremitting coughs and warm-ups, we finally took out the camera and started recording. But it was already 2am and as the night got colder, we got a little drowsier. We didn't manage to film the perfect cover, but we wound up with numerous imperfect clips. We didn't upload it onto our Youtube channel in the end, but I wouldn't say the night was wasted. They were all saved in the family hard disk, together with every other foiled-night's worth of short cover videos. We both had fun. I wonder if she still remembers.

Do you, sis?

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