Saturday, August 28, 2010

The long awaited...

Currently listening to:

Cameron Highlands was fantabulous.
It was near crazy if not for the constant rain. Nevertheless, it's ze best by far (okay the best was 20 years back so...don't exactly remember).
We actually all came back with a post-Camerons depression.


And not to mention that, the strawberry popsicles are running out already.

All the flowers were as big as my face. And considering the massive size of my face, the flowers...ARE HUGE.








I'm lazy to blog.
It's Saturday afternoon and I should be out in the garden getting a tan.

Who am I kidding.

But no, I want a tan.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

To Closest Life-Threatening Encounter

Hear this question.
What's the closest encounter that you've had with CRAP but your own?
Or your dog...
Animals aside.

I meant...HUMAN. CRAP.
So this is my story.

I love rainy nights. Like it's the only reason I'd go to bed early. early as...midnight. *WOW*

Anyway, it's an entirely different story now.
Whenever dark clouds gather and strong wind blows, a stabbing chill runs down my spine.
Because whenever it pours now, it floods.

No, not your regular flood where it comes and goes, go clean the porch and end of story. Go to bed. You're safe.


It's one where murky brown, stinking water gushes from all the holes available surrounding your tiny little house and before you know it, you're immersed in shit.

Not kidding.

It happened on Monday and I came home from work with buckets of shit water collected from the overflowing toilet bowls.

And yesterday, it started pouring too and within seconds, we saw shit level rising again. The neighbours' houses were knee-deep. Natnat said the roads leading to our neighbourhood was like an open sea and there were stalled cars everywhere, tolled away by trucks and brigades. still fine. Honestly, I'll just tell myself it's mud and probably barf a couple times while cleaning, spray it off with clean water and it's all good.

No. The flood, washes giant sized centipedes and roaches all the way from Madagascar. You don't even need to go to the butterfly park or bird park or worm park to see all these mother fucking hugeass creatures. Just wait for the flood and whoala!!

Daddy raised it a couple years back. Or else, the house = submarine in crap water.

Bathoom. Almost reaching the centre of my shin.

The backyard. It's like a slightly messy garden with grass and sometimes chickens.
The chickens were missing. I think the centipedes ate them.

Another view of the backyard. Looks like a river doesn't it. Like you can almost ride a bloody sampan on it.

Porch. Hates.

Dear Town Council,

Do you know how many kids there are in this area and they've got to miss school every time some fucked up crap like this happens because it comes so fast everything to be used in class is wet?

Do you know how many old folks there are in this area that need to step into the icy cold crap water, bend over and scoop them outta their drowning houses instead of curling under warm sheets on a cool rainy night?


So if that unknown neighbourhood can divert their flood water to our area and then flooding the entire town area, can we do the same and ensure that it flows right into your bloody skull in order for you to realize that...some massive...epidemic is happening here?!



Please don't rain tonight.
Shit water is not very fun to play in.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

And's 30 days

The surgery went well.
*falls flat on fours and kisses all gods*

Not kidding.
The weekend was awful. Right up to 2.15pm on Saturday, we were all feeling miserable.

Very. very miserable.

Did marketing cos Mommy had to be at Assunta early while they did an entire body checkup for Daddy. Not kidding. Picked up pork and fish and braced the muddy wet market. ALL HAIL THE PEANUT!

Reached the hospital at 11.30am with NatNat and they wheeled him in at 12noon.

I reckon hospital suits should be more at least brighten spirits.

Just saying.

*dup dup dup*

The nurse said: Plus minus ONE hour.
Natnat kept herself busy with Daddy's phone. Mommy was reading the papers and layaning in between while I was flipping through Cosmo.

At 1pm, everyone started fidgeting.
Teresa Palmer, House of Harlow, Kate Moss and dVb didn't seem attractive anymore.

At 1.30pm, we were all quiet.

At 2pm, I stormed to the nurses' counter and asked if they know anything about the surgery.

'Oh it went well. Nurses are pushing him up now'.

Dear nurses, next time if got any delays, don't promise the timing k?
Damn 7 scary can?!

Damn layan goofing.

Acting all calm and fine is hard. But we were all doing it.

So all's good.
Hopefully results turn out good too.

Canggih sial. Wound so small. Doesn't even hurt much he said.

And now, the vegetarian month begins.
EVERYONE...don't tempt me.



On a brighter weekend note,


You WILL enjoy the show if:

1) You are OLD.
2) You know so many Canto songs (including junk like the one up here)...that...IT'S SO MASSIVELY COOL!


4-days to Camerons.

Friday, August 6, 2010


This is the time where...

I wish I could wake up tomorrow...

And someone would tell me on my face that...

It's done and it's all good.

Please go well.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

And...She's Two

Happy Birthday, Honey!

Oh, I know.
She does look like me. Just adorable.