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.
time for a break. see you a month down the line.
maybe.
beauty in the eye of the beholder, and we will never know the view from your eyes or you from mine. Lo behold i came across another lightbulb today. it neednt be dark for me to be enlightened really.
changes in routine is submitting me to a lot of other new additions and subtractions from my daily routine. i've come to do without many things and learned how gratifying discipline can be. facing them now is like looking, not seeing. they're there, but their presence is just not accounted for. one of my presumed forte.
a new semester. i've promised myself a new set of rules and goals. i will see through them. all my personal and professional goals. nothing is more important than ME ME ME! well of course that rodent in the laundry area is pretty much a priority. cant let her die under my watch. i havent even graduated goddamnit. i think the oath applies to dogs even?
i love me. not you (=
the new sem came rolling in
with pebbles and marshmallows side by side
the sunset on one side and the dawn on my left
the middle-ground feels like home sweet home
with pebbles and marshmallows side by side
the sunset on one side and the dawn on my left
the middle-ground feels like home sweet home
going back going back back going back back back! and the sunset seems to be so awesome down south. i just realized i love taking pictures on my way back every time. the autobahn is my second home these day. if only cars run on air really...
long hair short hair. no baby more babies. no drills now laptop station. so many changes yet again. that thing we have wrapped around our head? that's the scarf sher made us wear cause the sound of the drill was crazy craazy i tell you! *flipping hands like a certain someone in a yorkie slang* jol would know. (= and check out dexter! e's the stuff dog jas kidnapped recentlyso yes. i am still here for tomorrow. piece of cake.
just blend them all and we have the complete remedy for a blasted piece of familiarity
devil may care where your arm rest,
but i do mind where your gaze falter
and how the words fall on two steps of the stairs
indeed numbers are just figures
and hierarchy and order needs no queue
not when preference precedes them.
im caught in between always
and find myself on the opposite sides
one may wonder why i love tearing the pieces apart.
again and again
over and over
tomorrow and tomorrow,
we keep playing the tandem repeats of the unsolved hidden puzzle.
but i do mind where your gaze falter
and how the words fall on two steps of the stairs
indeed numbers are just figures
and hierarchy and order needs no queue
not when preference precedes them.
im caught in between always
and find myself on the opposite sides
one may wonder why i love tearing the pieces apart.
again and again
over and over
tomorrow and tomorrow,
we keep playing the tandem repeats of the unsolved hidden puzzle.
annoying annoying annoying people who come late annoying annoying annoying is the word annoying when no apologies given annoying when you are so childish and foolish and annoying annoyance to have you swagger in like you belong annoying annoying that you had the cheek to defer the cost annoying for that face so pretty and brain so shallow annoyingly so you are annoying that even i am annoyed till now annoying annoying that you may bear the brains but lack the manners annoying annoying annoying i have to babysit you annoying i have to wait for your replies annoying i have to smile at the end of the day albeit being used annoying i bowed down annoying im not as bitchy as i want to be annoying of you just being there annoying maltida you estupida perra and bastardo.
yes. today is annoying day.
| 1) | If i am on the verge of committing suicide standing on the 3rd floor... |
| a) | i would stand there long enough to gather a crowd |
| b) | i would just jump down, crawl back up & jump again |
| c) | i would not think or wait. just jump |
| d) | i would call everyone to say goodbye, then jump |
| e) | sorry. i dont do suicide |
| 2) | I am shopping for a new pair of heels, i'll pick the... |
| a) | ipanema flops |
| b) | vixen-ish oxfords |
| c) | vintage brown boots |
| d) | converse sneakers |
| e) | quirky yellow pumps |
| 3) | My dad miraculously gave me a trip to somewhere, of course i'll go to... |
| a) | greece! and dive in feta cheese and greek honey |
| b) | egypt, and get entombed in the valley of kings |
| c) | europe, with a book in hand & coffee in the other |
| d) | india, to explore the back alleys in punjabi suit  |
| e) | africa, to meet fellow baboons |
| 4) | My most routine past time? |
| a) | sleeping |
| b) | coffee, book and watching the crowd |
| c) | thani session |
| d) | shopping |
| e) | ranting and bitching to my mates |
| 5) | I grew up loving myself, but if i had a choice, i'll love... |
| a) | porkchops and all the parts of a pig! |
| b) | chocolat, venus aphrodisiac |
| c) | art, poetry and all the dead artsy fartsy figures |
| d) | my babies. dogs are man best friends |
| e) | the thought of actually loving something elses |
| 6) | So at this rate, why did you think i bother coming out with this quiz? |
| a) | i am bored and i like to see you struggle |
| b) | i like to see how people not know me and get emo |
| c) | i like to see how people know me and go, "damn!" |
| d) | im procrastinating |
| e) | im under peer pressure |
| 7) | Say, one last one. what is that rodent living with me now? this is bonus |
| a) | a white mice |
| b) | a nasty housemate |
| c) | a min pin who looks like a chihuahua |
| d) | a stuff toy in the shape of a cute mousie |
| e) | a rat which i have been feeding under my bed |
| 8) | Last last last one! pick my favourite *grins* |
| a) | a leather-bound book with witty lines and dark pic |
| b) | a musical box |
| c) | a book on surrealistic art |
| d) | a box of tequila/chivas/bacardi/cognac |
| e) | a wardrobe of shoes Things accomplished through this home-made quiz:
p.s. its not always the crate of booze kay? ishk |
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