The Beijing Olympics is starting today at 8:08 PM.
While China is basking in the glory of playing host to the most prestigious athletic meet in the world, the Tibetans are still fighting for their freedom and are they being heard? No.
Like I told Claireeey, "The Free Tibet protests have taken themselves to the flag poles. They are climbing flag poles. What am I doing here?"
Of course, she, in true Claireeey style, told me to hop on a plane quick and join them.
I wish. I wish.
But, as much as I want the Dalai Lama back in Tibet, I want to watch the Olympics.
It's not that I wanna support China (even though my ancestors are from China) but I love watching the events.
I love the opening ceremony when the flame enters the stadium and the final passing of the flame.. and the final lighting. Aaaaaaah~ It leaves me breathless all the time.
Best was Barcelona, when they lit an arrow and the archer shot the flaming arrow into the cauldron and lit it.
Wheeee~
It's not about China, it's about the GAMES.
I told Claireeey to laugh/insult every Chinese man who looks responsible for the Dalai Lama's exile. (Meaning, government officials).
She said "Lyd, WE are Chinese"
I said "Oh nooo, we're Malaysian of Chinese descent"
She replied "Our ancestors were from CHINA"
I said "Yeah but they had nothing to do with Tibet"
I'm trying to get her to join me in my cause.

As you might NOT know, I've been having some problems with my stomach.
It's been super bloated and I look like a puffer fish after food.
I measured my waist today and if I let all the bloated tummy hang loose, it's 31 inches.
I f*ckin kid you not.
If I suck it in, it's 29 inches.
WHAT? That used to be my HIP. The ass has moved up north?
But, that's because it's bloated.
Hopefully, by the time this stomach issue blows over, I'll have my normal waistline again.

This morning, I woke up at 9:45 AM.
I had 15 minutes to get to the shop and open up or I'll be paying a fine of RM500 (Damn that mall).
I rushed through everything and by the time I was done it was 9:50 AM.
I asked my Mum to send me to 1Utama cause she could drop me off at the TGIF drop off in the old wing and it's faster for me to run up.
We reached 1Utama at 9:59 AM.
I ran the fastest lap in my life and opened up at 10:00 AM.
On the dot.
Sometimes, God should NOT scare me like this. (But, I thank Him for giving me a divine kick in the ass at 9:45 to wake me up)
Anyway, I couldn't get up because I am sick and my body refuses to wake up when sick.
By the time I reached the store and have calmed down, my stomach really killed me. I had to lie down on the floor. So I ordered some porridge and ate my medicine and waited till Claireeey arrived. Then, I couldn't take it and called my Mum to pick me up at 4:00 PM.
I reached home and landed in bed and conked out till dinner.

Random people have been adding me online lately.
I got one from some chick called Jane awhile ago.
Recently, it's a girl called Doreen.
Uh, I don't recall knowing anybody named Doreen or Jane.. and trust me, with names like that, I'll remember.