Games People Play

I have to admit that I grew up playing the most absurd games.

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This is certainly something that I will never master. Not to mention I might not have the chance to ever do this again. I had a better time laughing when people fall on their faces. Or just by looking at this event makes me laugh. You know, like really laugh. This game certainly needs good eyes-hands-legs coordination and also the ability to maintain the same set of movements for like 50metres? The movements you need to do for maximum speed is just too funny. Some people were just brilliant at this.

Egg and spoon. Obviously we do not have the luxury of breaking eggs, therefore it was replaced with a ping pong ball. A ping pong ball is a zillion times lighter than an egg, and instead of holding the spoon with the pingpong ball, we had to use our mouth to mmm grab hold of the spoon. Eyes focused on the spoon under your nose, and the ball on the spoon threatening to fall off each time you missed your timing was a tremendous effort. It's draining, mentally.

Imagine if we were to use real eggs.

If anyone ever thought of including these as part of the program lineup, please invite me, I would love to relive those days.



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Even if it means I must be prepared to fall flat on my face. *grins*

Sigh

They needed so long to come to their senses.

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/8/16/nation/18606491&sec=nation

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/8/16/nation/18607962&sec=nation&focus=1

I Shot At ...

I stayed in a three room apartment, Thamby taking the middle room, and the master bedroom was empty. The master bedroom has an attached balcony connected facing east, sunrise.

Study room was quite a big room, a typical rectangular, lighted by flourescent lights. All study tables are arranged to face the front of the room, there were 3 long tables.
I took the second one, thamby the third. First one was unoccupied.

My Mentor used to serve the Marines. But he appealed to be relieved of duty due to personal reasons. Intelligent, agile and always alert. According to him, it was these qualities that kept him alive through the darkest days with the Marine Corp. But he never spoke of those "dark days".
He lives a pretty normal life now, owned a duplex and painted white and the furnishings complemented the colour of the walls. White. Pure.

It was an era where guns are man's best friend. It keeps you alive. People don't roam around town unarmed, it's too silly to do so. Everyone owns one, and its not uncommon that people get shot dead every now and then. People had come to accept that Death is part of life. That kind of death. Some will just try to take God's job at their own hands.

A girl shifted into the apartment today. I wasn't aware because I was out with my mentor. What I didn't know was, she occupied a table at the study room, shifted my some things into a box while others were simply strewn all over the place. Her things were arranged nicely on MY table, in order of sizes and colors, very much how a person with obsessive compulsive disorder would do.

We weren't friends in the first place. But I knew her well. My observant nature. By the time I stood at the entrance to the study room, I can feel myself burning. Eyeing my belongings that were now scattered on the floor, this is definitely too much. Others in the room took a glance at me, but did nothing. That girl gave me a cold stare, and told me things are going to go her way from now onwards. Surprisingly, I didn't stand my ground. I simply walked away. Instinct.

I shot a couple of people. I fired rounds. My Heckler and Koch XM8 rifle, which is now extinct proved to kick some real ass. It was mostly for self defense. No psychotic intention of killing.

People get killed for no reasons. Bodies were never buried, they were just dumped out of sight unceremoniously.

*
I was awaken rather abruptly by the sound of my alarm clock.
There were alot of faces in my dreams that I can remember, but were not able to stitch into the story above. Why these faces? And the killing?

Why?

Can't deny the fact that we sometimes encounter things that can instantly turn love to loathe.

It even happens in this way:
http://thestar.com.my/columnists/story.asp?file=/2007/7/29/columnists/senseofstyle/18391668&sec=Sense%20Of%20Style

Nice feelings sometimes wore off abruptly and we make a complete 180 turn.

Hats off to this.

I actually thought his version of Negaraku is a masterpiece.
Can't deny the truth in his song. So true it hurts.

Who do you think you are?!

All decked out in designer clothes and accessories does not mean you can call people stupid.

Polo shirt, Christian Dior tote, Chanel shades, Nine West wedges and a lot of Blings.

*

Cashier: Oh, you have to get 3 to be entitled for that price. Three of the same. Tak boleh campur.
Man: (looks to B*tch) Eh, she said cannot mix.

B*tch: (from the back of the line) 3 for 5. You tell the woman, its in the mag! Ask her to refer to the mag!
Man: 3 for 5? Buy 3 free 2? (she meant RM 5).
B*tch: NONO. 3 for 5 bucks! Not buy 3 free two. *grumbles*
Man: She said no. I don't know. You come talk to her.

*Meanwhile, the queue gets longer. I was right behind them. Morons.

(B*tch pushed and squeezed her way through.)
B*tch: It's inside the mag. You get a copy of that, I'll show you.
Cashier: You tunggu sekejap, I'll check this out.

B*tch: It's in mag. She can just check it.
Man: Are you sure you got the right one?
B*tch: Check this. Look, wet wipes and dry. 3 wets, so its RM5. Why can't these people be more efficient?
Me: (rolls eyes) - And I made sure B*tch saw me. C'mon, you're holding everyone up!

Cashier: Ok, you can get this for RM5 and get 20% discount. But you cannot mix.
B*tch: No, I didn't mix, you see, 3 wets and 2 drys, AM I RIGHT?

(turns to Man and said "Stupid-larh these people, can't just work things out properly)

Cashier: Ok, that will be RM 4.50.
B*tch: (snapped) Isn't it RM 3.90?
Me: ROLLED eyes~

Cashier gota explain how the discount work.
Meanwhile Man tried to catch a glimpse of the line behind him from the corner of his eyes. Perhaps he was embarassed by his woman's bickering.

*

This woman seemed to have memorized the entire Guardian mag. Well, you can't expect the person manning the cash register to have as much time as you've got to go through every item and draw out a plan to maximize your ringgits!

And having worked nonstop since Guardian opened its doors in the morning, you could at least be more polite. Moron~

Nuisance

Picture yourself getting all snug in bed on a cool Saturday morning.
Plenty of time to catch up with a good rest.

Something like that ...

Or so you think ...







Then came the drilling and knocking. Double drilling, not forgetting. At least 3 pairs of hands at work. It's like a concentrated attack on those staying right underneath. Bertubi tubi the attack went, like Thambi the timtam said.

I so loathe this thing now!

So wtf.

Unfortunately they're allowed to do renovation work; weekdays until 5pm and weekends til 1pm.

I have exactly 45 minutes more to endure. This is absolute gilaness.

3 days ago?!

Wey.
I just noticed something. Look at my previous post. I posted it on August 10th. Why is it showing August 7th?!

My hair is Alive

My hair was in such a sorry state I can't take a second look at it. How did I survive for 2 weeks (from my supposed monthly visit) with those mess (its not messy, just too neat) atop my head? Colleagues and friends were like "What happened to your hair??"
What's wrong with you people!
It got longer that it can longer stand on ends. So I just let it lie around, sideways and all ways~

I just wanted to keep it a bit longer. But hor, I can never let each day never pass by without me thinking getting a haircut. Tell me how larH!

It's just odd with so much hair heh?

Anyway, I gave in today. Too much and its cramping my brain.

By the way, I think I swallowed a few strands of my hair. Is it OK to have some "foreign body" in my internal system?

http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/ripleys/database/ep_401a.html

I didn't chew on hair. Just swallowed a few. But if I swallow whenever I went for a haircut, sooner or later I might end up needing a surgery to remove that chunk of hardened piece of fossil from my stomach? Gee. I get goosebumps now. This is scary.

Eeks!

Coloured hair. *gulps* - I can feel it at the back of my throat.

*
Monogram sucks. I LOATHE.
I never had anything against it until ... Let's not go there, shall we?

*
At this age, its not easy to avoid the Bomb question people always drop right in your face. Something that can be phrased in a million ways. When are you going to find your other half?
Find? Excuse me??
I don't understand how it work in that way, pardon my shallowness.
How can I be there for someone when I have yet to settle matters of my own?
It will not be an overnight thing. Not this. And I can't see how anyone can allow themselves to commit to people they see no future with. Just the heat of the moment.

You know you have to get over somebody when you break up. But you go over and over the details of how he/she did it, why he/she did it and what you could have done to prevent it. You keep rewriting the story trying to get all the answers, or you just bury the questions and never fully grieve the loss. But if you're constantly rewriting the life of the person you once share your life with, you're not moving on with your own life.

I don't think anyone gets over a breakup completely.
It's just part of you that will always be there for the rest of your life. What helps you to get over it is the fact that you can see them in a different light after all you have gone through. People show their true colours when they are under awkward and difficult situations.

Now when you think back about the things you did, you'll be glad that those awful things happen, for a good reason.

I just can't accept it back. I can't.

What If?

When I was a kid, loved running around in the front porch and garden, playing with my dogs, ride a bike or just sit out under the tree. A more of an outdoors person.

There was a time in school when Sea Quest DSV became the IN thing. At first I did not give a fly about what Sea Quest was all about, and all the hype on Jonathan Brandis (he played Lucas). Jonathan who?? Yawns. Even Steven Spielberg got a piece of the admiration surrounding Jonathan Brandis. And the dolphin. Eek!
The craziness got a bit overboard when conversations revolved around Sea Quest and each of its episodes. That was when peer pressure hit me hard. I caught no balls. Clueless. Then I started to set aside time to watch it. And try not to miss any episodes. Got hooked ever since. Just because I was trying to keep up with the rest.

Imagine if we have Astro on Demand at that time. How hard will it be to catch up with the rest? Also the amount of money you have to spend just so you can be in the flow? It will then be a showcase of the rich, people who can afford any luxuries that they want, whenever they want.

Other things that made an entry to our little minds:
Smash Hits. Sweet Valley High. Kenari Malay Novel Series. Hardy Boys. And the list goes on.
Perhaps the love for reading started there. I learned to read. Reading a book is a skill. Not just plain reading something like a textbook. Sci fi, mysteries; I let my imagination run free.

Growing up gave the best lessons in life. As a kid, I grew up among gangs in school. Not real gangs, just circles of girls who share similar interests or belong together. (I don't recall what we had common =P) There were no such things as clashes, girl fights and twisted stories we associate with gangs. We had namelists, and the ranks among members. I don't remember how we qualify someone to become "one of our own" but we had a way.

When I was in Standard 3 however, I was boycotted by the entire gang just because I spoke to a member of "the other gang". "We're not friends anymore". Just because I spoke to the girl (for whatever reasons I can't recall). It had to be the darkest month in my entire year at school. I don't remember exactly how long the boycott went on, but it was painfully long. Other members were not allowed to speak to me on orders from the Leader, and they tend to avoid me all together.

What did I do wrong? Even my cousin can't speak to me at school. Because they had to obey the Leader. I was officially a loner. I hadn't spoken to anyone from my class for a while, and turned to my seniors for company. I told them about what happened in class and I was told "It's going to be alright."Yeah, I know I'll be fine.

"The other gang's" leader asked me to join them but I felt out of place. It was nice of them to allow me to hang around with them, but still, from a distant, I long to be with my friends again.
This kind of punishment was the hardest to take. It's like an emotional warfare where your weapons were glances, mean looks and silence.

One fine day, I stepped up to the Leader, and asked her if we could be friends again. She turned around and spoke to her members, as if to ask them if I was punished enough, then turned to me again and said "Yes, we can be friends again." Still, I didn't know why they had to punish me for speaking to that girl. But still, I had to be lesser of myself and made that first move I knew would not come from them, just so I can be with my friends again. I've never looked back since.

Taking a step back make wonders sometimes.

The funny thing about this circle of friends was the way they pick their leader.
At first it was the tallest and smart, because a person looks like a leader when she's taller and smarter than the rest. -.-" She was the best in every class she went to up till now.

Then the fastest runner. -.-" (She's the girl staying next door. Haha) I was the so called assistant cos I was second fastest -.-"
If only the world works in such a simple way now.

But the point is, What if I never took that one step back? Will I still have the friends I had right till this day?

The Long Walk

That cute furry thing in the previous post was found at:


Apparently, there was nothing interesting there, besides the cannon, and Mr Francis Light standing at the main entrance.

This time with a buddy of his. Scratch poles are more fun. Miawww.

Anyway, thats not the point. I flew to Penang with a purpose. I wanna visit people sekaligus, but I ended up slapped with a major change of plans. Haha.
Initial plan was I go to Penang, meet up with the rest of the family. Period.
But instead, drop the whole thing, and I have 6+ hours to spend; occupy myself with whatever I could do with that Island, wait for sis to finish work and I'm suppose to go back to AlorSetar with her later that evening.
But no, scratch that plan. Mum and bro came. By that time, I already had plans to explore part of the island myself, from a very different perspective, on foot -.-"
So I insisted that they leave AlorSetar at a later time, so I can do whatever I can with the few hours I have. Meet at Gurney later.

It's my first time at Penang Airport. Arriving there I meant. As far as I can remember, I've been there only once when I was still a budak, to send my maid off.
Nothing to should about. And from the air, it looked old. But the bird's eyeview of the sea was fantastic. Loved how the vessels sail at a constant speed, with white foamy bubbles of waves trailing.

At the airport, I found no other means to get to the city, except taxis. I've read about bus No. 83 but they are no where to be seen. City buses would be a better way to view the surroundings of the city cos they make stops all around. Taxi's the way.

Rm38 to Georgetown. Worth the price if its shared by 4. Unfortunately, I'm a single soul.

My ride was a white Perdana, driven by a nice Malay guy.

Oh, why Georgetown? I don't know. I just wanna go to Fort Cornwallis. Not much hype about that place, but there's something about the cannons that catch my attention the last time I past by that place.

Mum said, "Go there to see what? To get your skin burnt? Nothing to see there."
Me: "Have you been there before?"
Mum: "No *giggles*
Me: -.-"

So I decided to drop by that place this time. Manage to grab a map from the counter as I leave with my coupon. Can't just walk out there and hail a cab. I kinda like this system. No throat-slitting.

Once I settled in the white Perdana, taximan asked me where I wanted to go, "Georgetown mana?"
Me: Er, Fort Cornwallis.
Taxmian: Ok.
Me: Kupon ini.. untuk Georgetown, boleh pergi Gurney?
Taximan: Boleehhhhhh..Mana pun boleh.
Me: Oh. Fort Cornwallis ke Gurney jauh tak?
Taximan: Jalan boleh sampai, tapi jauh juga.

At this point, I was trying to make up my mind: Gurney or the Fort.

The Fort it is.

Cut the story short, I ended up walking all the way to Gurney Plaza. I am not quite sure how far it is, but its not a short walk.

But I loved the stretch leading towards Gurney.

And I got tanned~

Pardon me for the abrupt ending. It's hard to type when my mind is split. hehe

Whatever makes them Purrrrr

Cats can sense Death.


http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/7/26/worldupdates/2007-07-26t034213z_01_nootr_rtrmdnc_0_india-286574-1&sec=worldupdates

Cute furry animal they are. And owh, I can spend the whole day watching and playing with them. (and ohhh - dogs too!)

The Muka Karipap Menyampah

I've never felt so angry before.
Nevermind why. It's ...

I'm typing on my new Compaq Presario V3521TU Lappie. Eye candie.
Works like crap. I can't get the scroller on the touchpad to work, and the budak at the store tried to do things I already tried at home. So Dong.
Oh. Correction, its not mine. My sister's~
I still like my Dell though its ugly. More user friendly, and even the keys on the keypad is strategically placed.

I had a day of looooonnnngg meeting today. Two sessions. -.-"
And for the first time, I get so pissed with this so-called BA cos he doesn't know how to shut up.
People who attend the meeting are experts at their own field, and he acts like he knows all.
Dah lah tak fasih, wanna talk fast and he sounds worse than DonaldDuck. Crack voiced.
Menyampah kao kao.

"One curious question"
"One more question" (before people can answer his previous question)
"I don't see why you need to do that" (when people had been using it for years)

He don't understand the constraints of time zones.
Because he kept questioning why can't we do trading 24/7 since we are already in the internet age" (Hello~ dealers work 24/7 ka? You replace everyone larrrr! Doink~)

"NONONO. I'm saying when its all good. Not during system downtime. Why do we need manual intervention???"
Nor can he understand the possibility of hardware failures. And also the fact that there are inter-system communication and channels have DOWNtime tooo~ (which is frequent~)

And the bomb was, I'm sitting right opposite him.

Everyone was raising their voice and trying to explain. He will then raise his voice even though he was only talking to the person next to him. What's his problem?? Acting all big shot.

Kedongdong.

So much Love

We see the best of someone when they are put under a very difficult situation.

When it comes to things that are close to home, I break far more easily than I thought I would.
I've shed more tears in days than I ever had in years.

I pray for you to be well and I'll be there.
May you have the strength to fight it.

Babbbb

Nyarrh.
What's next?

Life is so monotonous right now.
I should just quite my job and take a year off and go travel.
Haha.

Harry Potter craze is immense. Insane, really. They should set up a counter or two or half a counter for those who didn't wish to be part of the Potter craze yet. Let us watch the lao ya movies, please.
So heartless.

I'm a big fan of Starbucks. (Not that you don't know of, I just wanna say it again). I vowed to quit coffee. I had a tall BananaJavaChip just this afternoon. One time only-larh. They serve tea too. So chill~

I'm forever hungry these days. Food is a blessing.

Seen some new places this weekend. I'm so full of it right now. Lots to think about and consider.

Cure my sweet-tooth urges please.

I should take a flight off to Penang this Friday and meet my parents, and grandma.


So much babbling.

Mo Ngan Tai

"Mo ngan tai."
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

p/s: By the way, Justine lost. Short of a Wimbledon to complete a career Grand Slam.
I'm mourning.

Concede

The game is not healthy anymore.
When playfulness becomes competitive, its ruined.
It's a challenge to remain nonchalant when you are subjected to those elements, but its not impossible.
You know its only a game, and it should stay that way.
They constantly push you to the edge, apart of me threatens to leap off the cliff.

In this case, Ignorance is Bliss.

Low

One after another.
I couldn't take it. It's not too late for me to care now, and I'm trying.
People I care about are too far from where I am.
It's all uncertain. The anticipation is a pain.
The fact that I don't know how bad things are isn't helping me much.

I can cope.
Just that I'm sometimes lost. Lost in my own labyrinth of thoughts.
Nothing silly, no worries.
It's OK to question your own questions. Keeps me sane.
Though often I find no answers, nor can I provide.
I wish I could do more with friends around me, but no.
Was it me, or was it them?
My thoughts told me that it doesn't have to be that way. I can do better.
I tried too hard, perhaps?
I'm a no nonsense person when it comes to certain things. It's hard to fake it.
I end up hurting people, cos the truth hurts more than any lies.

I just want to wish my friends well. Thanks to Sumatra, we might need those surgical masks pretty soon.

Sorry, try again.

My patience expired 2 seconds ago. Dead and buried.
Or so I thought.
I got a name.
An anonymous virtual connection.
A lot of visuals.

In many ways, the guessing game is on.

Walking Away from a Possibility

I wasn't given a chance to make it happen.
I tried to but it just didn't.
What makes it so hard to catch your line of vision?
Across the room, across that space.
I was there all along, so were you.

I've never felt this for a long long time.
It's all about to become a distant memory.
I was forced to walk away and wasn't left with any options.

Walking out. Waiting for a miracle.