Chasing pigs and buffaloes. How wonderful world is...
4 comments Posted by muse at Wednesday, September 30, 2009I am generally not fond of staying put or still for long. But one week of stillness and sleuth-ing is amazingly good! Just riding the flow of blurness and lying in bed till the mother gave up calling even a free number. I know, I can be a very impossible daughter and a nuisance to them. But they have to still love me cause its stated in the social strata that one must love their flesh and blood irregardless their flaws. *aww* I like all those loopholes that protect retards like me. (=
*one very loverly shot*Some called me weird cause I go IKEA even though I dont have anything in mind. Really, since when do we need reasons to do stuff? Just do it kay? If I spent time explaining my every other actions, my time on earth be cut short and that takes the fun out of every sizzle of spontaneity. The next time I drag you people out to the market just to see goat's head on chopping board, dont gimme the weird aghast look k? It happens. *grins*
But I left home already. Back in JB. But of course not before pit-stopping in KL for my pork noodle! You have no idea how many times I had missed it. Twice cause it was closed and the third time cause I was too late, sold out d. I went @#^%$! My fourth time, I finally got my hands on it, despite having to wait 30 mins for it. Very worthwhile... and satiating.
*another very enticing shot*KL for me is like the watershed of the fragments of home. Bits and pieces of Taiping scattered around Klang Valley. While home is the origin of all memories, it has stretches beyond the tip of north downwards as time progresses. That is perhaps the reason for my attachment to that dirty bustling city.
And another event to note is how I tail-gate a certain Kembara given the name Kerbau, sorry I meant Kerbie.. XD. Someone says her Kerbie cant go more than 110km/h. When she said that, I went walao... So I placed her in front of me to keep me in check. Manatau, with the passing minutes, I find myself having to step on my accelerator more and more to catch up with that flying Kerbau which kept swerving to the midline of the autobahn. My speedometer read 130+ km/h. AHAH! Liar....
"Awas: Kerbau mabuk di atas jalan!"Hehehehehheheh! Sorry det, it was too tempting.
And check out my super humongous chocolate indulgence from my sweet adorable group. {= They thought I was oblivious to the passing of cards and that mischievous I-have-a-surprise-for-you smile. Only Dwayne knew I knew what was coming. I was very tempted to ask, "So, where is my cake?" when PBL ends. But that's so mean right? After all, they had put an effort to celebrate my birthday even if its belated. And I thought I had escaped that.
Speaking of which, why Mattel doesnt make poking monkey toy? Who's interested in just watching tumbling monkeys? So un-creative wan. This is the time where a toymaker with a eccentric sense of humor is needed to spice things up *grins*
And check out my super humongous chocolate indulgence from my sweet adorable group. {= They thought I was oblivious to the passing of cards and that mischievous I-have-a-surprise-for-you smile. Only Dwayne knew I knew what was coming. I was very tempted to ask, "So, where is my cake?" when PBL ends. But that's so mean right? After all, they had put an effort to celebrate my birthday even if its belated. And I thought I had escaped that.
Speaking of which, why Mattel doesnt make poking monkey toy? Who's interested in just watching tumbling monkeys? So un-creative wan. This is the time where a toymaker with a eccentric sense of humor is needed to spice things up *grins*
*speed saves life!*- I do not focus on the road while driving. I have too many things in my head in one moment when I should only be thinking of the road and the cars ONLY. And all this preaching while I was driving Right. Okays.
- I drink too much alcohol. *She obviously have not heard of Jagad*
- I spent excessively on shopping till I have to scringe on food and starve to death. What bull? Me starve??? WHEN????
- I keep driving off alone in the night whenever I'm away from home. It's just a matter of time before somebody rape and kill me somewhere somehow sometime. Okays.
- My inclination towards speed will kill me. Well, I actually adhered to the speed limit today and I actually am at more danger than usual. Reason? Simple... At high speed, there's adrenaline rush and hence I'm more alert. At lower speed.. its a leisure drive. So leisurely my mind literally zoned off and shut down. My vision telescoped in and out. So, I justified myself. But of course, this does not apply to everyone k? Dont be sakai.
It was that Friday I was so looking forward to. It was that trip and week I was so looking forward to. But I know, like every other time, the visualizations are never accurate. But it was good nonetheless. (= A break from the monotony.
The rain washes the illness.
The lightning lights the shadowed hope.
The storm harbours the oncoming bleakness.
And we are all the water babies.
I had a wonderful time living in the detached quaint town of mine. With the occasional pokes from down south. You know, like someone asking for recipe or someone asking whether to get that kimono dress or someone wishing me on the eve of the 23rd. It's really hilarious to know of another person who lost track of time like you do. (= No names mentioned as you all know who you are. We are all beings with attachment. No matter how far and fast you run, the trail hunters are bound to catch up somehow. Or you'll be sniffing back your tracks.
We do not wander the world alone. You can try. I know I did. I lived in my world for so long I got bored. Everybody have something they are attached to. Be it a person, a thing or another living thing. Religions and beliefs are also a form of attachment. It's never really a topic I discuss much about. But the other day a friend and I talked bout it. Funny how 2 jokers sat down for a relatively serious conversation. It was amusing if not interesting. Returning to the subject of attachment. I figured the most exciting yet scary part of attachment is in the journey of discovering the object of our attachment.
If we live long enough, we realize that death is comforting. If we see long enough, we can spot all the minute flaws we missed in the beginning. If we listen long enough, then you would know the future had already been said in the past really. But nobody dissects everyday into the particles of substance. They said the best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time. And people say girls think to much of the consequences that we complicate the present. And what of the boys who think too simply of the present that tomorrow is obliterated from today?
Who to pin the donkey tail on? You or me? She or he? It's crazy that I should be pondering about that now mid morning. But its what I do best in the idleness of time.
I love the way how I see my world now. It may not be pretty, but its more real than anything elses. Funny how sometimes we put a measurement to friendship when after much thought, its so juvenile and trivial. But its there nonetheless because we love to have definite boundaries all around us. The ambiguous and indefinite is insecure. Everybody wants an answer. Everybody seeks for answers. If I am to reply your question with a riddle, would you not be infuriated and curse me for playing you about? Yep. You will. And I wont blame you. I do that often too. (=
Again, the night is eating me up. Perhaps I should quit ranting now. Be good. Sleep well and hopefully sleep will come upon me this time. My sister tried to kill me with super low temp for the past few days. Yet I still love her for she's the ONLY one who survive my wrath and yet able to love me for who I truly am. I LOVE MY ZIPPO!!!!!!!!!!!! *grins*
How to infuse style at your time of dismissal...
muse: hidup ini macam lalang.
muse: bila angin tiup ke timur, kita bengkok ke timur.
muse: bila angin tiup ke arah barat. kita ikut bengkok ke arah barat.
thum: wah. macam kesian je. sampai berpuisi. mabuk ar?
Unfortunately, I didn't manage to save that piece of conversation. It was darn hillarious, I found. (= Mosquitoes are pest for a reason. Bloody annoying sial I tell you. It is a wonder that I haven't contracted dengue or malaria really.
And internet back in B3-05 is back. Thankfully. Or I would had been guillotined for its demise. Amazing how much difference dot.com can make. Thank you Darray.
I found Tom&Jerry ep 1-142 at a dvd stall today when I was out. But I was penniless! I only had Rm11 and that sakai refuse to sell it to me for 11. Like come on, its original price was RM15. The least you could do is something nice to redeem for your illegal piracy-counterfeiting business k? Karma will bite you back, *chomp *chomp
So I didn't get my fix after all. Nope. NIL. Potongnya. But at least I found a smile.
A redemption at the very least.
And when tomorrow comes, I'll be thinking its a Friday again.
So I woke up one morning, and rolled off the bed literally. But I was not that ditz to LITERALLY roll out of bed. I'll proly end up with a 'yelp' and a bruise and a bruiser temper than I already am having. So yeah. Point is, I woke for class k? And just in time to be grilled by PaulLing. And to think he would had forgotten bout last week's question. Nope. He remembers. Die lo.
Lepas itu, balik. Drink miso soup. Try to fix net. But that crappy box of thing not working. Kept saying I'm connected to the internet. But I CANT BROWSE! Like, wth? Spent whole humid afternoon trying to figure it out cause I refuse to call DR to fix it. I mean, how hard can it be right? *I'm just not cut out for it I suppose. Noob*
Then how? Sleep lo. Crank up the cranky noisy aircond and sleep. Like babi. Then so hungry I got up to cook dinner at let's say, 5pm? The pork ribs was already defrosted. I was suppose to make soup, but those ribs looked so juicy and succulent. *stares at the bowl of red ribs* Quite a waste to be swimming in soup really. So I had to make a consultation with this sakai who is annoying me at that point of time. It's payment for being a wishbone
Me asked if there is such thing as stew pai kuat. Cause, I fess up, I was actually thinking of stew beef at that point of time. But all I have is pork ribs. Then I switch channel to beef brisket. Then again, all I have is pai kuat. Mebbe can substitute beef, then become pai kuat brisket? But too much hassle cause I remember mom use stuff like cinammon stick, cloves etc etc. *hungry....no time*
To cut the story short, I got my recipe for the stew pai kuat. Very efficient service also. Everything was summarized. Consultation came in like multilingual too.
-It was not till later on I realized that he thought pai kuat = strong pie at first. Lucky he has some sense to turn on his bit of chinese brain. pai kuat = pork ribs. My goodness! Damn sakai. Almost died laughing alone-
By the time I had prep all the stuff and ready to kickstart some pig culling, my stomach gave way. Cause you see, stew, as the name suggests, need to be stewed aka cook long time till the meat is soft. H-E-L-L-O. I think by the time the meat soften up, my legs and body also soften up k?
So I had pasta for dinner. I think rich almost died in the lrt when I told him that. Padan. Energy booster ma.Then only I cook my stew pai kuat. Mebbe can have for supper. Hmmm.
*you can see the recipe for paikuat jotted down beside my plate. studying while eating. rajin giler*
To sum up. Tidur babi. Makan babi. Hidup babi. And Selamat berpuasa korang kat luar sana *rummage for my beer to go with the rib stew...*
It is astonishing how I adore agony. Cant quite place my affection for them. We baked brownie today. It wasnt the best cause I knew I could do better. Nonetheless, had fun watching come chick flick. LOL. British films are truly humorous with their accent and their eccentricity. Kids especially with their desperation for a snog and etc etc. Nuts. Sometimes I think they grew up just a tad too fast.
I was like them a decade ago, wanting to grow quick into the humps and bumps and the world of fashionista. And now that I'm innit, I wish I could wind back the clock into my age of innocence. I miss a lot of the pieces of my childhood, though I needed pictures and memorablia to remind me of them.
Among the things I rindu ...
- Tom & Jerry cartoons! I am thinking of downloading them in bunches so that I can rewatch them. Chances are slim I believe. Anybody wanna contribute? )=
- I miss excursions with my dad. Jungle trekking, swimming challenges, picnic days, supper nights, special food Sundays.
- Periods of ignorance. They were truly a bliss.
- Sleepovers at my laima's place with kon lou mee for supper and chinese vampire movie as bedtime story. *grins* They contributed to chubby me and sadistic me. Given the chance to change things, I still wouldnt had touched that bit of memory. I love being pampered like a spoilt brat yet glad I didnt turn out to be one. I think. I hope. You think?
- My girly-high-stockings and much loved black pumps and the 'flower-girl' dress I bawled over when my mom gave it to my cousin. Almost threw a fit. Wait, I think I did.
- Abusing my brother and manipulating my sister. Not very big-sisterly but hey, its the circle of life. I'm just prepping them for the real world out there. Though I could had done a better job, but I suppose they turned out quite well. They WORSHIP me. *ROTFL!!*
- Helping my mom stir CNY cookie and cake batter and being the good daughter. Im amazed at that sweet lil' me last time. Really..... (=
It started with a smile. Then the pressed lips. And the downcast gaze. With all the crossed arms. It ended with another smile. Without the eye-wrinkling.
Change is the theme of this year. Ask just about anyone around me and that they'll agree on. Display changes. RAM upgrade. Processor enhancement. But luckilly no addition or change of hardware. What a year.
Before going on to what a year, let's start with what a day today can be. I was literally infused with adrenaline when this cow of a course-coordinator called me at 0730 to tell me I have an assessment at 1430 that same day. Obviously I was unprepared and shocked up from my sleep. So I got up, breakfast and all then head-dived into ma books. An hour later, I was curling up in bed, tucked under my comfy comforter. Screw MCR. Sleep more essential. So I slept.
But I wasnt that idiotic enough to sleep till 1400. At least I woke and crash-course the common stuffs. Lepas itu, went for assessment. I must say, though I didnt exactly got the highest score, I would think it went well. On my side at the very least. (=
I feel like coffee today. And maybe some phonecalls. And more blogging. And perhaps a book? Maybe maybe..
Auguries of Innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sin.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe,
do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed,
build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
-William Blake-
Takyee recited the lines from Blake last night. "To see the world in a grain of sand, To see heaven in a flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour." And I remembered.
I remember my days of poetry. I remembered the days of innocence. I remembered the chimes of rhymes. And I recalled the beauty of plainness.
The days now are interlaced with angst and bitterness and marred by the streaks of contempt. It is as put in words by Blake. Our age of innocence are juxtaposed with the cynical corruptness which we picked up with age. Days may get lengthier, Nights may seem quieter and we are slowly trying to figure where and what we are all over again. Changes come to all who lives. And every other time, we sit down trying to sink into our new skin, squirming at the itch of leather, or maybe just we might like the new velvet.
Who knows?
So the dweller on Earth roams. From the deserts of Egypt to markets of India and back to the savanah of Africa. I'll be running forever not wanting to stop. But the ideal doesn't work in our world of grounded realism. There's always obligations and roles to play. I want to start building my own world )=
World of coffee terraces and bread pillows with the smell of roast wafting in and out cottages. I lack the Chinese ancestries I tell you.. I love returning to solitude. Momentarily, conversations tire me.
I remember my days of poetry. I remembered the days of innocence. I remembered the chimes of rhymes. And I recalled the beauty of plainness.
The days now are interlaced with angst and bitterness and marred by the streaks of contempt. It is as put in words by Blake. Our age of innocence are juxtaposed with the cynical corruptness which we picked up with age. Days may get lengthier, Nights may seem quieter and we are slowly trying to figure where and what we are all over again. Changes come to all who lives. And every other time, we sit down trying to sink into our new skin, squirming at the itch of leather, or maybe just we might like the new velvet.
Who knows?
So the dweller on Earth roams. From the deserts of Egypt to markets of India and back to the savanah of Africa. I'll be running forever not wanting to stop. But the ideal doesn't work in our world of grounded realism. There's always obligations and roles to play. I want to start building my own world )=
World of coffee terraces and bread pillows with the smell of roast wafting in and out cottages. I lack the Chinese ancestries I tell you.. I love returning to solitude. Momentarily, conversations tire me.
Last Friday seemed like a long wait. But I suppose the long wait was worth the wait in some ways. Hoever, Friday came. 12 noon came. And I am nowhere near home. *grumbles* stupid CAT.If you were alive I would had ripped out your fur in patches before dropping you in a paper shredder. *presuming you would take the form of a furry animal* But aside that, I am an animal lover kays? I do miss my very own bitchy feline who poofed out of our life recently. Hate that I miss you so. Nobody to smack d... )=
So I finally managed to start on that journey, anticipating masses of cars and jams and a carful of explicit language. Rather very definitely suprising is that I was wrong. No jam. Elek! But still, speed trap. Grrr! Tested the waters with 120. Anf I kid you not when I say my big toe actually cramped from my restrain to further step down that accelerator. The strain of two muscles. Clk.
But seeing no flashes of light from the side of the road after so so so long (past Machap), then I guess the only rational thing to do is to go with the flow (literally). Well folks, if you have never travelled from JB to KL or vice versa, lemme educate you on the highway connecting this two distinct cities. Its a two-lane road. On the left ladies and gents, its the 90-100 km/h zone. On your right, it's the 130-160++ zone.
Left (90-100 km/h) | (130-160++ km/h) Right
If you had to ask which lane did I fit, you dont really know me after all. (= With no speed trap and jam, it was quite a drive back home. Home to an empty house. I like. My babies were all home to welcome me back into existence. Such life.
Saturday crawled in briskly. There's just something about Taiping that keep its occupants in bed. Maybe its the weather. Maybe its the pace. Or maybe its just me. I think it was me cause by noon I was wrapped in blanket on the couch in front of my teevee sulking like a sick kid. And I do look horrendously sick kay? Whined to Jol on the rare occasion. Itu babi got cheesy on me. I instantaneously got sicker *barf* Nightime was not fun at all. Ironic that when I wished for a high fever back in JB, it never came. But when I planned to go Penang on Sunday, the pyrexia came oh-so-conveniently. Basket.
So fine. They say if the man in the market hands you a slab of pork, make porkchops. So fine, I was SO EVER READY to exploit my situation at hand. I was hoping to get sicker and sicker till I'm deemed dangerously unfit to drive back to JB. *grins* Then I can stay back, get my mom to pamper me, do more sleeping then finally go home after a week's rest with my dad's MC. It was a great plan alright? You will have to agree. But irony has a stronghold over my course of life. I was still sick on Sunday morning, preventing me to go Penang. BUT, *yes there's this hugeass BUT in my frigging sentence* by 3 pm I'm already super healthy. The appetite is back. The chills gone and I'm sweating like a pig.
Let's do this in slow motion okays? Wh....aa.....t.....the.......fuckkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!
Luckilly my life is not recorded in motion picture or I'll be one of the biggest joke in town. *Im not that pessimistic nor narcisisstic to think I'm the only one. Always know someone out there is way off than me XD*
So yes, Monday morning I'm more than healthy to drive back okays? Cause I regained my capacity to curse and procrastinate and rush and text while I drive. All these were dampened when I'm posed like a quivering bak chang on my couch. Gone was that 24 hrs of sick-role. Damn you immune system!
But of course, the entire weekend was not all floppish. I met yeongwei. Been a long while since I met her last. Coffee, talks and lulls in between. It was nice to have a non-medical related conversation. Something on the randomness, something on the relatedness. It was good. Then lunch with jas, my dah-ling food gps who always make me laugh in all situation *misses* Essentially, the weekend ended too early for me. Screw Merdeka. I had never celebrated it. Im not a patriot. I concur and admit. It's just another holiday for me... Didn't think the celebration was too grand this year either, well in comparison with S'pore's national day.
So on the eve of Merdeka, I was cooking pasta for my entire family who will be coming back from Hong Kong the next day when I'll be heading back to JB. *mind you, I'm not avoiding them* So yes, I was being a good kid packing food for the lot and rewarded myself with my dad's Riesling. Too tart for my liking and I dont think I was that healthy yet cause my stomach gave way after my telly-meal. WHY WHY WHY?????? So what's next? Sleep lo. Cause esok balik. Yer.
Ranted to jol and she MUST be psychic cause she warned me not to purposely make myself sick like I tried to in primary school. Hehehehehehehe. It didnt work then cause I was perfectly healthy. But I was so tempted to retest that hypothesis.
-What did I do back in primary school you ask?-
Well, I was being my rebelllious self not wanting to go to school and so I bathed with cold water and then stand under the fully-blasted aircond commando style till icycles formed (figuratively). Nothing happened also wan. Kns.
So it was Monday morning...Pack, rush and zoom zoom! I swear I did not drive dangerously not speed like a maniac kay? Honest! I was at a constant speed of 140km/h and yet I managed to save one bar of petrol. Even more amazing is the fact that I reached KL earlier than my ETA!
The benefits of constant high speed = Save petrol + Save time + Save space (faster reach so I dont occupy the highway)
I know. I am so considerate. Went with the intention to eat my pork noodle. But all those bloody holiday-goers is taking up too much space! Im intimidated by the masses. So I had to turn around lo and go somewhere else. Had coffee, read dawkins, met up with Adrian, went shopping but no sales. Again, WHY WHY WHY?
I went back in vain cause my laima wasnt even at home. Darn. Means those duckie stockings will remain with me still. Cacat. Left at 6. This time really expected jam and speedtrap. But it never came. Well, not that Im wishing for it really. But do you see the problem here? All my expectations somehow goes haywire! Its like I'm being reverse psychologized or something! Aish.... Nonetheless, I reached Jb in a record-breaking 2.5 hrs. Reached my doorstep 8.30pm. See! The above reasoning does work kay? I should patent this theory XD
And that's the end of the story, the journey but not the irony.
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