Sometimes I have a hard time talking about my thoughts. When cornered, I just broke down.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
My Love
I fell in love since the day I first lay my eyes on you. But I was too young to understand how it all works. I could only see. And wonder. And keep my thoughts to myself.
A lot of people have been around you. Beside you. Near you. In you.
I didn't like how other people treated you, those other than my family. So much disregard.
Years and years gone by, I am still seeing and wondering. Patience, patience. One day you'll be mine. Just be patient.
The time came. Like anything else, we needed time to adjust to each other's presence, but it didn't take long. I have been watching and learning all these while, it's not that hard. But it was short lived. I left town to further my studies. I had no choice but to leave you behind. I had to.
But three years later, you joined me in KL when I was in my third year. It made a lot of difference. Nothing has been the same since.
There were so much love I had for you. The years I spent caring, and making sure you were always at your best, I would rather starve just to make sure that you were alright. My heart shattered when I found out someone intruded your personal space and took everything you had with you. You son of a b*tch. Yet, you could still accompany me to my first job interview. Well, I didn't get that job, cos clearly my mind wasn't there, it was still in a state of shock, in serious denial and in pain.
You've been with me through thick and thin. Through the hard times. I remember those nights when I needed to just get out of that room and clear my head a lil bit, you were there with me. When I needed to escape reality for once, you were there with me. When sometimes the pain was just too much to bear, you were there. There was no one else I could talk to. You never ask, but you were all ears. Always unaffected by any disturbance, that's what I like about you. The long drives you took me on eases my mind, with the windows wound down, my favourite songs playing on the stereo. I felt calm.
It's hard to say goodbye now. You were a need, more than a necessity, but yet you brought so much joy and been to so many places with me.
The only pieces that I can take with me were also the ones that I put in. Memories stay forever.
I hoped for the best, and come a time when we meet again, I'd like to meet your other half.
A lot of people have been around you. Beside you. Near you. In you.
I didn't like how other people treated you, those other than my family. So much disregard.
Years and years gone by, I am still seeing and wondering. Patience, patience. One day you'll be mine. Just be patient.
The time came. Like anything else, we needed time to adjust to each other's presence, but it didn't take long. I have been watching and learning all these while, it's not that hard. But it was short lived. I left town to further my studies. I had no choice but to leave you behind. I had to.
But three years later, you joined me in KL when I was in my third year. It made a lot of difference. Nothing has been the same since.
There were so much love I had for you. The years I spent caring, and making sure you were always at your best, I would rather starve just to make sure that you were alright. My heart shattered when I found out someone intruded your personal space and took everything you had with you. You son of a b*tch. Yet, you could still accompany me to my first job interview. Well, I didn't get that job, cos clearly my mind wasn't there, it was still in a state of shock, in serious denial and in pain.
You've been with me through thick and thin. Through the hard times. I remember those nights when I needed to just get out of that room and clear my head a lil bit, you were there with me. When I needed to escape reality for once, you were there with me. When sometimes the pain was just too much to bear, you were there. There was no one else I could talk to. You never ask, but you were all ears. Always unaffected by any disturbance, that's what I like about you. The long drives you took me on eases my mind, with the windows wound down, my favourite songs playing on the stereo. I felt calm.
It's hard to say goodbye now. You were a need, more than a necessity, but yet you brought so much joy and been to so many places with me.
The only pieces that I can take with me were also the ones that I put in. Memories stay forever.
I hoped for the best, and come a time when we meet again, I'd like to meet your other half.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Small Talk
It has been a weekend of unexpected events.
I decided to go back to Alor Setar at the very last minute. No fuss. Drove back, just pack, grab and go. I had a rather messed up state of mind the week before. I wasn't running from my troubles, I was facing more. But there were strangers along the way that had been kind enough to share their thoughts with me.
As it was still early, I decided to get dinner. No fast food. I chose a cosy place with rather relaxing music to ease my mind a bit while I dig into dinner. The place was rather packed, but at the same time still manage to give the patrons there some private space. I was seated a table near the entrance, a table for 4. As I was sitting around relaxing while sipping iced lemon tea, 2 men came in. I could tell one of them is a Malay in his 40s, but the other looked like he's of mixed blood, early 20s. Anyway, none of my business, people came for dinner too, heh.
The table next to mine was unoccupied, table for 2. But instead of taking the unoccupied table, the older guy asked if its OK for them to join me. I blurted "Yeah, its fine" in no time. There, I have two strangers joining me for dinner, sitting in front of me. Meanwhile there was a Chinese guy seated at the other table next to mine. I can feel that he raised his eyebrows a few times. He must be thinking I am crazy. Hey, you're the crazy one! He'd been fidgeting for quite some time, looking at his watch every now and then and letting out loud sighs. I figured that his date might be late. (hehe) - But that's not the point. OK. Back to my table.
So we started talking. Saw them with bags of stuff that look like they've been shopping. I asked if they were locals, as in orang KL. OlderGuy is from Muar, Johor while MixedBlood was from TitiGajah, Kedah! I was like "Eh! Sekampung!". I never realised meeting someone from back home (even though not knowing them) can get me so excited. Then this OlderGuy started talking about rempit-ing having existed since the 60s. The Teluk Wanjah roundabout every night. Rempits will gather there and put on crazy bets on crazy riders who try to bed their bikes just low enough to pick up the 20 cents coin in a matchbox, and not kill themselves. It's a roundabout! Then the stories went on and on. OlderGuy reminded me of Mr Najib (Don't know his long long salutation~), slow and steady, and at most charismatic.
FidgetingGuy ordered to waitress to cancel his order. Now that explains all the fidgeting. He's been waiting for ages. Poor guy. In the end he had to leave with an empty stomach and a forehead full of cold sweats, afraid of missing his trip home.
Out of curiosity, I asked OlderGuy what is it that makes him choose to share a table instead of taking one for his own, again I was impressed with his answer. He said "OK, I am not trying to be ala orang putih, but I do enjoy a stranger's point of view on things, and how far the conversation can take us. " I couldn't agree more. He went on "But not everyone can accept this kind of openness. There were countless of people, girls especially, whom I spoke to that thinks that I'm some pervert trying to ngorat dia orang". HAHA. Perah-santtaaaannnnnnnnn! MixedBlood chipped in saying that "It's not a matter of whether they were being exposed to being friendly to strangers, but its about knowing where to draw the line and zip your mouth when you know its not going to be good; not to jump to the conclusion that people are trying to ngorat you when you're not even attractive in the first place!"
HAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAa.
I ventured further. I asked what do they think that made people think and feel the way they do, whether it was the upbringing, as in parents, or schools. Both said schools. I'd say both. Cos your parents must have told you at least once in your life "NOT TO TALK TO STRANGERS!!"
MixedBlood had been travelling around the world, lucky kid according to OlderGuy. While OlderGuy was someone who likes to mix around with the Chinese, he can even speak a bit of Hokkien!
My conclusion is, people who can mix around with other people regardless of races, seemed to be more open that those who only mix with their own.
Time flies. Conversations kept going throughout the entire meal, and I enjoyed talking to these people man.
It went on and on that we even forgot to introduce ourselves, and did it right just before we left. OlderGuy's Esa, while MixedBlood is Mazhar, of which he loathe cos he said it sounds like a girl's name, and would prefer to be called Maz.
We need more of these kind of people in this world, don't you agree?
I decided to go back to Alor Setar at the very last minute. No fuss. Drove back, just pack, grab and go. I had a rather messed up state of mind the week before. I wasn't running from my troubles, I was facing more. But there were strangers along the way that had been kind enough to share their thoughts with me.
As it was still early, I decided to get dinner. No fast food. I chose a cosy place with rather relaxing music to ease my mind a bit while I dig into dinner. The place was rather packed, but at the same time still manage to give the patrons there some private space. I was seated a table near the entrance, a table for 4. As I was sitting around relaxing while sipping iced lemon tea, 2 men came in. I could tell one of them is a Malay in his 40s, but the other looked like he's of mixed blood, early 20s. Anyway, none of my business, people came for dinner too, heh.
The table next to mine was unoccupied, table for 2. But instead of taking the unoccupied table, the older guy asked if its OK for them to join me. I blurted "Yeah, its fine" in no time. There, I have two strangers joining me for dinner, sitting in front of me. Meanwhile there was a Chinese guy seated at the other table next to mine. I can feel that he raised his eyebrows a few times. He must be thinking I am crazy. Hey, you're the crazy one! He'd been fidgeting for quite some time, looking at his watch every now and then and letting out loud sighs. I figured that his date might be late. (hehe) - But that's not the point. OK. Back to my table.
So we started talking. Saw them with bags of stuff that look like they've been shopping. I asked if they were locals, as in orang KL. OlderGuy is from Muar, Johor while MixedBlood was from TitiGajah, Kedah! I was like "Eh! Sekampung!". I never realised meeting someone from back home (even though not knowing them) can get me so excited. Then this OlderGuy started talking about rempit-ing having existed since the 60s. The Teluk Wanjah roundabout every night. Rempits will gather there and put on crazy bets on crazy riders who try to bed their bikes just low enough to pick up the 20 cents coin in a matchbox, and not kill themselves. It's a roundabout! Then the stories went on and on. OlderGuy reminded me of Mr Najib (Don't know his long long salutation~), slow and steady, and at most charismatic.
FidgetingGuy ordered to waitress to cancel his order. Now that explains all the fidgeting. He's been waiting for ages. Poor guy. In the end he had to leave with an empty stomach and a forehead full of cold sweats, afraid of missing his trip home.
Out of curiosity, I asked OlderGuy what is it that makes him choose to share a table instead of taking one for his own, again I was impressed with his answer. He said "OK, I am not trying to be ala orang putih, but I do enjoy a stranger's point of view on things, and how far the conversation can take us. " I couldn't agree more. He went on "But not everyone can accept this kind of openness. There were countless of people, girls especially, whom I spoke to that thinks that I'm some pervert trying to ngorat dia orang". HAHA. Perah-santtaaaannnnnnnnn! MixedBlood chipped in saying that "It's not a matter of whether they were being exposed to being friendly to strangers, but its about knowing where to draw the line and zip your mouth when you know its not going to be good; not to jump to the conclusion that people are trying to ngorat you when you're not even attractive in the first place!"
HAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAa.
I ventured further. I asked what do they think that made people think and feel the way they do, whether it was the upbringing, as in parents, or schools. Both said schools. I'd say both. Cos your parents must have told you at least once in your life "NOT TO TALK TO STRANGERS!!"
MixedBlood had been travelling around the world, lucky kid according to OlderGuy. While OlderGuy was someone who likes to mix around with the Chinese, he can even speak a bit of Hokkien!
My conclusion is, people who can mix around with other people regardless of races, seemed to be more open that those who only mix with their own.
Time flies. Conversations kept going throughout the entire meal, and I enjoyed talking to these people man.
It went on and on that we even forgot to introduce ourselves, and did it right just before we left. OlderGuy's Esa, while MixedBlood is Mazhar, of which he loathe cos he said it sounds like a girl's name, and would prefer to be called Maz.
We need more of these kind of people in this world, don't you agree?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Why
I am angry with myself because:-
1) I have not been very considerate.
2) Because I am going through an extremely unlucky streak.
3) Like really unlucky situations of which I don't feel like talking about.
4) I couldn't be there for people who were going through a tough time.
5) How can I be so selfish and pushed so hard now?
And for what?
Saturday, September 15, 2007
It pays to be a different kind of Genius
I have to say that playing the game I love is not just simply for sweats. It's not only physical, it's mentally challenging. Thought provoking almost always. Sports is only healthy when you can speak about your wins and losses. Not whine and cry and lash out at other people whenever you lose.
Even in a game, you mind spins and twirls, figuring out in split seconds how to react and how to play your next shot. It's not just blindly returning the ball over the net and wait for your opponent's next move. It's a game plan. You plan your shot, deploy and execute. And of course there is always room for surprises. That's how a game goes about.
That's why athletes were so highly paid, aside from being a celebrity of its own kind.Even in a game, you mind spins and twirls, figuring out in split seconds how to react and how to play your next shot. It's not just blindly returning the ball over the net and wait for your opponent's next move. It's a game plan. You plan your shot, deploy and execute. And of course there is always room for surprises. That's how a game goes about.
I admire the mental strength that players like Roger Federer and Justine had, because even the thought of playing in front of 15,000 people in a packed stadium sends chills down your spine. Your hands tremble, you make simple errors, and you are simply out of your game. Because the crowd and the atmosphere would be so overwhelming.
The way you see things on court can be applied to real life. Life is like a game. It's about timely reaction and your response towards it. Do you give up when you think its just isn't your day? You've lost the moment you said that.
Damn oh?
The last thing on earth that I need is more troubles. How naive.
If I managed to get through all the things thrown at my face at this point of my life, what else is there to fear? What is so hard at all?
If I have to change my lifestyle to accommodate my current situation, I can handle that. Take public transportations? No problem. What is so hard about it when its not like my first time squeezing with other people, inhaling lots of BO (don't have to remind me how ahem it smelt like), and sticky sticky people accidentally/purposely greasing you.
You know how cars get so worn out and aged through all the years of crunching miles and miles and more miles. Of course the most notable signs of a well-aged car is the bad pickup. It almost felt like its 10 times more heavier than it should be. Seriously, I have nothing against people digging nose in public (I'm being sarcastic, sorry), but I have to admit that I am always the one catching a glimpse of people doing it, publicly. There was this one time when I was on my way back home, I was driving on the rightmost lane, supposedly the fast lane. There was a old black Iswara Aeroback who nonchalantly swerved into my lane, while her index finger was busy digging into her right nostril. I guess that's what you do to power up your car? A clean nostril, or two. Anybody?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Fantastic 48 hours, bite a tyre, drink some oil.
The last 48 hours had been crazy. It felt like a never ending rollercoaster ride. Problems after problems poured in.
Earthquakes put the entire region on high alert. And oh, some Malaysians are so kiasu that they want to own everything other people has, and see everything other people has seen. Doesn't matter if it is dangerous, cos it'd be cool if I can tell my grandchildren that I've came face to face with the killer tsunami! Frontliners~
You know you're in for a long day (& night) when certain party point fingers at you without fail whenever things go wrong. They were trying to find fault, and not solve the problem at hand. And I find it amusing when cornered people come up with the lamest of excuses to buy his way out. Don't be so Dong ok? We can see what you were doing from our side, it's like a live webcast! We saw what you did OK? Why don't you just admit it?! We joined a bridge set up by the other party. Problem is, we don't know what the problem is. They on the other hand, were quick to relate the problem at hand with a similar problem that happened last year. And before you know it, they dug their noses in and start digging aimlessly. Worse of all, they'd rather spend time trying to find connections between the previous problem and the one they have now, and throw it right back at you. Donkey. What I find amusing (in the midst of chaos) was that how terribly wrong communication can be when you speak the same language but at the same time, not quite similar.
Earthquakes put the entire region on high alert. And oh, some Malaysians are so kiasu that they want to own everything other people has, and see everything other people has seen. Doesn't matter if it is dangerous, cos it'd be cool if I can tell my grandchildren that I've came face to face with the killer tsunami! Frontliners~
You know you're in for a long day (& night) when certain party point fingers at you without fail whenever things go wrong. They were trying to find fault, and not solve the problem at hand. And I find it amusing when cornered people come up with the lamest of excuses to buy his way out. Don't be so Dong ok? We can see what you were doing from our side, it's like a live webcast! We saw what you did OK? Why don't you just admit it?! We joined a bridge set up by the other party. Problem is, we don't know what the problem is. They on the other hand, were quick to relate the problem at hand with a similar problem that happened last year. And before you know it, they dug their noses in and start digging aimlessly. Worse of all, they'd rather spend time trying to find connections between the previous problem and the one they have now, and throw it right back at you. Donkey. What I find amusing (in the midst of chaos) was that how terribly wrong communication can be when you speak the same language but at the same time, not quite similar.
Cinabeng: Har-lohh???
FluentGuy: Hello?
Even a simple hello sounds so different. Forget about explaining the situation.
I can finally go home by 3am. Guess what, diligent matas were manning roadblocks.
I thought to myself, "Ahh, perfect (rolls eyes)... It's 3am, my tired eyes and pale looking face, and with this hair, I'm alone, I've got a bottle of water next to me, what do I look like?!"
Looked like I've just got out of a club, drunk, driving and trying hard to lower my alcohol level with LOTS of water! That's what I thought. That's exactly what the police were thinking too.I thought to myself, "Ahh, perfect (rolls eyes)... It's 3am, my tired eyes and pale looking face, and with this hair, I'm alone, I've got a bottle of water next to me, what do I look like?!"
Police: "Hi, selamat malam. Mau pergi mana? (so civil~)
Me : (rolls eyes) Balik rumah. Baru habis kerja.
Police: Kerja? (Gives a skeptical look) Kerja di mana? *chuckles*
Me : Maybank. Ada masalah.
(and all of a sudden I realised that I made myself look like the greatest liar of all.)
Police: *chuckles* Masalah? Ya kahh? Tiup satu kali.
Me : (WTF!) APA? Tiup macam mana?! (hey, dong, I've never done this before!)
Police: Macam ni. (Turned to his side and blew)
Me : (rolled eyes - it will be low as hell, sial!) FFFUUUUUTT!
Police: (looked at the reading, at me, and waved me off)
Ugh. Sometimes the more you try to explain things, the more you complicate it.
And my 4 wheels and a steering wheel burnt a large hole in my pocket.
Me : (rolls eyes) Balik rumah. Baru habis kerja.
Police: Kerja? (Gives a skeptical look) Kerja di mana? *chuckles*
Me : Maybank. Ada masalah.
(and all of a sudden I realised that I made myself look like the greatest liar of all.)
Police: *chuckles* Masalah? Ya kahh?
Me : (WTF!) APA? Tiup macam mana?! (hey, dong, I've never done this before!)
Police: Macam ni. (Turned to his side and blew)
Me : (rolled eyes - it will be low as hell, sial!) FFFUUUUUTT!
Police: (looked at the reading, at me, and waved me off)
Ugh. Sometimes the more you try to explain things, the more you complicate it.
And my 4 wheels and a steering wheel burnt a large hole in my pocket.
Dear Thamby and Haji Taib
Life as we know it, ain't easy.
Bust your ass working, crack your head putting a thesis together from scratch. Whoever said anything ever comes easy?
It's alot easier to only think of quitting whenever you hit a stumbling block. It's the fastest way out. But if you never try to make your way around that obstacle, you'll never learn.
When quitting is no longer an option, you know you're half way there.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Necessity: Electricity - OUT
While I was driving in the thunderstorm and thought I'll have to miss the Italian Grand Prix, cos the rain was so heavy we wouldn't be receiving any signal from Measat. Sighh.
Then I thought of the things I can do at home when I can't watch Astro.
Online?
No. Modem is connected to the phone cables, it has a high chance of getting struck.
Water heater. I've heard of stories where people get electrocuted when using the water heater during a thunderstorm.
Then I thought of the things I can do at home when I can't watch Astro.
Online?
No. Modem is connected to the phone cables, it has a high chance of getting struck.
Water heater. I've heard of stories where people get electrocuted when using the water heater during a thunderstorm.
Pssssaaaaaattttttt! Not very cool.Then the thought of a total blackout crossed my mind. Hey, what can I do if the electricity's out?
...
Honestly, I am not quite sure what to do. Besides sitting around. Pretty much immobilized.
We were pretty dependent on ... everything.
Can't use the kettle.
The fridge is useless. Everything melts.
Can't use the vacuum cleaner. Back to broom-age.
Can't recharge the cellphone or notebook.
No drinking water cos we can't boil any.
No lights.
No fan/air-conditioning.
No TV/Astro.
Elevators won't work. (22 floors x 2 is totally not COOL)
What if a blackout hit the entire city?
I wouldn't want to even think about it.
Tears from Heaven
Moments earlier, I was driving in the eye of the storm (literally). Huge booms followed each flash of lightning.
We can tell how far a storm is from us, by timing the interval between seeing the flash and the hearing thunder. Given the 1 second interval, I was practically in a storm.
I actually thought that I have heard more monstrous sounds of thunder when I was still small. Thunder and lightning comes along with the rain, without fail. The sound created resembles earsplitting explosions. I remembered staying up all night because I simply can't sleep with loud bangs threatening to shatter my windowpanes.
I was small kid then, with equally small eardrums, but I've always had ears that sticks out. That means I catch more sound waves that others with a normal set of ears. The crashes and booms were so overwhelming, I'd spend time under my blanket until its over. I recalled that my cousins did the same thing too. When we hear the first loud boom, we'd look at each other, eyes wide, cringed and then run cover. Cover as in under the blankets. And of course, occupy the most strategic and "safest" of all locations - the L shaped sofa, away from windows. It felt safe somehow.
But as kids, I think we were pretty creative. Very much different from what kids do today. I have my Power Rangers/BajaHitam/Flashman/Captain Planet and much more - experience. Mountain climbing. We even have safety harnesses, no kidding. We had our Stone Age experience where we lived in an imaginary cave. The Paleolithic period. (perhaps we watched too much Flintstones, but even the Flintstones were far more advanced than we were)
Teacher-student, Doctor-Patient (no touchy feely, we use doctor's kit), Eatery that served flowers and leaves, and my favourite was camping out under the shades of the leafy mango tree on a bright sunny day.
Then of course came other things. 5 against 5 open air badminton. There were so many of us, including neighbours. Grandma lined her flower pots in a straight line, dividing the grass and the cemented front porch. Guess what, that's our "net". And well, being child "pros", the 2 foot tall plants were getting the real beating, not the rackets. Not really "over the net", we actually did "through the net". Got countless of scolding for that, so we tried something else. I noticed that our neighbour is always NOT around. No cars and nobody at home. That's when we came up with the mother of all plans, use the wall (around 5 feet tall) as our "net". Hey this is far more realistic a net than the 2 feet tall PLANT. Of course, to start playing, we need someone to be at the other side of the net. My running jump with a little kick off the wall got me up and over. Every now and we have stray shuttlecocks up on the neighbour's roof and balcony. Whoops. We'd continue with a new one.
Of course we took turns to climb over the wall. Some just did it for kicks. And practiced wall climbing. Little did we realised that all those innocent "practices" left little foot marks on the white wall. Uh-oh. All of us got a good scolding. I think it was just as bad at our neighbour's side of the wall. Whoops.
No more badminton since. We were sent to a REAL hall to play. Better.
Oh, back to games we play. We had our version of paint-ball. No paint or balls in our case, we use water-guns. One of my cousin even had the GhostBuster water gun. Packs a whole lot of water! Cut the story short, we all ended up dirty and wet. It gets crazier when you put 8 kids to wash a car. Kids got washed instead. That entitled us another scolding. Haha.
We can tell how far a storm is from us, by timing the interval between seeing the flash and the hearing thunder. Given the 1 second interval, I was practically in a storm.
I actually thought that I have heard more monstrous sounds of thunder when I was still small. Thunder and lightning comes along with the rain, without fail. The sound created resembles earsplitting explosions. I remembered staying up all night because I simply can't sleep with loud bangs threatening to shatter my windowpanes.
I was small kid then, with equally small eardrums, but I've always had ears that sticks out. That means I catch more sound waves that others with a normal set of ears. The crashes and booms were so overwhelming, I'd spend time under my blanket until its over. I recalled that my cousins did the same thing too. When we hear the first loud boom, we'd look at each other, eyes wide, cringed and then run cover. Cover as in under the blankets. And of course, occupy the most strategic and "safest" of all locations - the L shaped sofa, away from windows. It felt safe somehow.
But as kids, I think we were pretty creative. Very much different from what kids do today. I have my Power Rangers/BajaHitam/Flashman/Captain Planet and much more - experience. Mountain climbing. We even have safety harnesses, no kidding. We had our Stone Age experience where we lived in an imaginary cave. The Paleolithic period. (perhaps we watched too much Flintstones, but even the Flintstones were far more advanced than we were)
Teacher-student, Doctor-Patient (no touchy feely, we use doctor's kit), Eatery that served flowers and leaves, and my favourite was camping out under the shades of the leafy mango tree on a bright sunny day.
Then of course came other things. 5 against 5 open air badminton. There were so many of us, including neighbours. Grandma lined her flower pots in a straight line, dividing the grass and the cemented front porch. Guess what, that's our "net". And well, being child "pros", the 2 foot tall plants were getting the real beating, not the rackets. Not really "over the net", we actually did "through the net". Got countless of scolding for that, so we tried something else. I noticed that our neighbour is always NOT around. No cars and nobody at home. That's when we came up with the mother of all plans, use the wall (around 5 feet tall) as our "net". Hey this is far more realistic a net than the 2 feet tall PLANT. Of course, to start playing, we need someone to be at the other side of the net. My running jump with a little kick off the wall got me up and over. Every now and we have stray shuttlecocks up on the neighbour's roof and balcony. Whoops. We'd continue with a new one.
Of course we took turns to climb over the wall. Some just did it for kicks. And practiced wall climbing. Little did we realised that all those innocent "practices" left little foot marks on the white wall. Uh-oh. All of us got a good scolding. I think it was just as bad at our neighbour's side of the wall. Whoops.
No more badminton since. We were sent to a REAL hall to play. Better.
Oh, back to games we play. We had our version of paint-ball. No paint or balls in our case, we use water-guns. One of my cousin even had the GhostBuster water gun. Packs a whole lot of water! Cut the story short, we all ended up dirty and wet. It gets crazier when you put 8 kids to wash a car. Kids got washed instead. That entitled us another scolding. Haha.
My small ass gunsThis is what he used:
What the heck!I want to relive that part of my childhood, if not all.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
I need -
The back of my head is aching. Badly.
Burnt out? I don't know. But each time I started work, it attacks. You know, like sipek sakit but I can't feel it with my fingers when I try to massage.
I was suppose to go for a jog today, after work. But heck, everything didn't turn out quite as planned, especially when I try to plan just ahead of time. There were setbacks at work, plus, the weather was dark and gloomy today. It rained.
I needed to see the greens. Help.
Matta fair. I'm coming.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Mirroring
When we think about something, there are always opposite things that come to mind, which kinda confuse us. When we say something, there are always other feelings that come up, which makes talking about feelings even harder.
Am I doing something just because it was what I was wanted to do sincerely?
Or am I just being sorry?
I couldn't help but to question myself when I do things and at the same time, I do not understand why I have such thoughts. Anybody out there feeling me?
Do you question your actions all the time?
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