And so...it's September

Music playing: Try to Remember

Try to remember the kind of September; When life was slow and oh, so mellow.

Try to remember the kind of September; When grass was green and grain was yellow.

Try to remember...what you've done the past year.

In fact...try remembering what's worth mentioning your entire life to date.

I constantly engage in such conversations with close friends. And mostly, our answers would be:

Nothing.

Oh wait, not generalizing. I'm talking about me. If you do know what the heck you're doing currently and love it, congratulations. You're definitely an odd one out.

Question here. Has it been scripturally written that our journey in life should be dictated in a certain way and whoever goes off course shall be shunned and banished from the lights of normalcy?

Is it abnormal to feel delirious when something out of the expectations of our parents or even when a somewhat totally absurd idea comes to mind, you have this tremendously strong urge to do it SO you just shut your senses away from what only the rest of the world think is right and just friggin do it?

Yeah. And I bet most of you would be piling up self-convincing excuses as to why they can't be done. Mostly related to money, time, work and pfft...parents. Oh wait...I'm talking about me, again.

What happened to all those adventurous dreams we had when we were little?

No, not those, 'I wanna be a doctor'. Or '...a farmer', kinda dreams. Those are for dorks. I'm saying those outrageous ones like backpacking around India or hiking up Bukit Jelutong and swimming across Lake Titiwangsa?!

-.-". See. Outrageously lame. But yes, I haven't done it yet.

Say all you want that I'm in denial, but there's still a couple months to go before I officially turn 24. And I'm hating myself for recurrently harping on the fact that I am bored and need to do something...something besides eating, working and lazing the weekends off cos I have worked hard enough on weekdays and I deserve it.

Loser.

So there...I'm making a list of things that I'd wanna do. Thoughtfully to be completed by the end of year 2010, and hopefully I do not have to draw yet another conclusion to...another mundane year.

It's like building blocks of Legos from your childhood.

Never know what it'd turn out to be but then the process is fun, right?! Getting all the hinges together...forming something unknowingly and then WHAM! You get a 5-coloured staircase?!

Ok who am I kidding. I never liked Legos, I've been watching too much WongFu stuff.

N-E-ways, have a look at my list, share yours, maybe we can combine and make the remaining quarter of 2010 more colourful, aiii?!

1) Rock climbing - Everyone's been telling me how they can't lift their own bodies up. D'OH! Of course you can't. You need supporting elements like rocks, gears and finesse for it to happen. I'm so going with my once-dislocated arm. *throws fist*

2) Bungee jumping - Ok...erm...I'll do it.

3) Pick up strumming skills again. And put Tyler to good use. (Probably get a teacher...HEH)

4) Make...more videos to irritate people and have them constantly wonder why I'm weird?

5) Wakeboard again.

6) Surf on that new Lagoon platform.

7) At least ONE trip to a beach. Even if...it's to PD. Yeah I'm simple liddat.

9) Bukit Tinggi anyone?

8) Write a song? Pfft okay who'm I kidding...

Okay there are many more random thoughts in my mind that, I'm pretty sure, will not be done this year like...flying to the states and fucking a random Hawaiian on the Oahu beach.

Just saying.

At least I know at our next high-school gathering (which I only attended once *shy*), it wont' be all about boyfriends, the non-existent excitement at work and...how fat I've become.

This is a post randomly done...to honour the change of my header.

Really...just saying.

So..there...

Why you ask me...

For fun!

Cause not many locally do it?

So there...go watch. Rate, comment, like, unlike...whatever it is.

Up to you.

Oh yeah!

Can help spread it?

I'm not sure if there are more to come though.

I guess there are.

HA!

Thank you.

The long awaited...

Currently listening to:

David Choi, By My Side

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.

Great.

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

Daym.

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

What?

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Okay.

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.

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...

Cat...

Fish...

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.

Seriously...as 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.

NO!

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.

Shit...is 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?

DO YOU KNOW CENTIPEDES ARE QUITE POISONOUS?!

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?!

Okay exaggerated but...YEAH THIS IS A PROBLEM YOU BLOCKHEADS!

Gah.

Please don't rain tonight.

Shit water is not very fun to play in.

And so...it'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 colourful...to 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'.

O.o

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.

MEHHHH.

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.

THANK YOU.

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On a brighter weekend note,

IT WAS SO GOOD!!!

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!

Hah!

4-days to Camerons.

Smileeee!

*fidgets*

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.

And...She's Two

Happy Birthday, Honey!

Oh, I know.

She does look like me. Just adorable.

HAH!!!