Vicky Cristina Barcelona

It's a Saturday night and it has been 2 consecutive nights I have not been out and about. It is really OK for me as I do enjoy a lot of alone time every now and then. Except that I have been doing it a little more than usual lately.

For the past 1.5 hours, I was watching this low-budget movie I downloaded and it is called, Vicky Cristina Barcelona. If you Google the story of the movie, you would be told that it is a Rom-com (romantic comedy) by genre - which is one of my type of movies. However, I have discovered it was not as funny as I expected it to be.

The name Vicky Cristina tells of 2 besties by the name of Vicky and Cristina who hail from the States who were then invited by Vicky's uncle living in Barcelona for a short vacation. So, the movie was practically shot in Spain. I like that part as I get to see the aesthetic values of Europe packaged into a movie with the influences of the European and American cultures. 

 

 Vicky and Cristina's fine dining disrupted by their first encounter with 

Juan Antonio in Barcelona.

I'm not going to get long-winded here. But, if you're not one who is very open to the differences in culture and values at the other corner of the globe, then may be the movie's not for you. I'm looking from a very Asian point of view. As one who doesn't only depend on the script to judge a certain movie, I would say it was entertaining. I enjoyed looking at mysteriously dark haired beaus like those of characters Juan Antonio and Maria Elena. Of course, not forgetting the luscious American beauty, Scarlett Johansson. 

Juan Antonio in a psycho fit with Maria Elena (Penelope) as always.

I guess the motive of Vicky Cristina Barcelona by Woody Allen is to spark its audience's curiousity regarding their own courage to pursue one's self sense of individuality, sensuality and authenticity (just like herself). Her target audience aren't those who are into fiction and action-packed films. So, do not anticipate any of that. But if you're a fan of bold passion, it is worth time.

I like the kind of awareness you get after watching a movie like this. It reminds me of my own boundaries, values and how sincere I am about being me. 

If I could describe this film in 2 words, I would say they are, insane confusion. :)

 

Who doesn't end up insane in a relationship like this?

Don Juan or Con Man?

It's 10 minutes to midnight. I have just updated my blog with a new look and a new flag counter. The last one has gone corrupted and no longer works =/ ..  I realised, I have not been posting much since 1 year ago! Talk about procrastination in my blogging habits. Oh, well... What triggered my comeback this time is because I have an interesting news to embed on my wall of memories. Haha, except that it is about a guy.

How many times in your life do you go shopping in a mart / supermarket and ended up checking out chicks / dudes? Not many, I assume. I had no such experience related to that, until last week. 

Well, I was actually checked out / stalked myself. Yup, you heard that right. It was not a bad thing, because the guy was actually a pretty hhh...hh... hhhhawt guy. *smile* 

As I entered the mart, I was actually in a bad mood, thinking about all the horrid things in life. But after a few steps forward into the mart, I saw in the distant on my right, about 20 metres away, there was a certain white guy, walking rather cool-ly with a swag, holding a grocery basket with his right hand walking towards my direction. Mind you, he was carrying with his right arm positioned in an "L" shape, meaning he has that strength to bear that weight...(first brownie point: he is strong!). I continued walking and somehow being silly, decided to do a double take, and.... He saw it. Holy cow! I hurriedly walked into the inner parts of the mall and decided to disappear into the maize of products in the mart. 

Oh! So, I found the facial product department. So many types of cleansers.. Which shall I pick? As I was contemplating, a deep, though kind of cheesy kind of voice said, "Hi..." I stole a glance at my left, and saw the white guy! (Note: I'm an Asian girl, so seeing a white guy is not that common in our marts.) I, trying to act as cool-ly as I can, returned my glance to the bottle in my hand and said, "Hi", after a pause. There was a moment of silence. Now, this white dude was facing straight at my side profile while my eyes were glued to the label on the bottle in hand. That was awkward. He was still holding his basket the way I presumed made him look strong. He calmly asked, "What was your name?" in a non-typical white man accent. In fact, he sounded so exotic and it reminded me of all the tanned species lying exposed under the sun, on the beach of Bahamas. The words he mentioned did not quite digest well by my mind at that moment that I made a sharp turn and looked at him, "What do you mean? What WAS my name? I thought you only use "was" for things in the past." Assuming that he would blunder or become speechless, he calmly replied, "I did not know you in the past." OK, not bad, I thought. I turned and smiled at him, at the same time checking him out more closely. OK, so he was not as hhh.. hhhawwtt.. as I thought he was from afar. But he was definitely pleasant. But definitely not on the failing side. I would rate him 6 and above (from scale of 1 to 10, 10 being too perfect.) He continued, "So where do you live?" How forward can anyone be, I thought. I do not even know you and you already ask where I actually live? This is Kuching, even a small area named would be like telling you my house address, I further debated in my head. I said, "Around here. And you, where are you from?" He said, "I am from Spain". A-ha! That was why he sounded so exotic. But he looked nothing like those guys I envisioned to be from Bahamas. He looked too white for a typical dark-haired Spaniard/Hispanic. I, feeling a tad bit awkward (for once in my life) for such encounter due to the fact I might not be able to contain my rush of smiles, said, "I can't seem to find my facial cream. I wonder where..." Wanting to appear to be helpful, white Spaniard actually darted his head in many directions, before saying, "Cream? I think.. over there" in his heavily romantic-language influenced accent. I guess at this point, I must have broken the ice spontaneously and blurted, "Haha, it's like as if you work here!" as I walked towards the other row ahead that he pointed to and left him with a friendly smile. 

I did not linger long at that row of products where he pointed where I could get cream from. I briskly passed through that row and naturally tried to escape from his view, so I walked towards the last row that faced the entrance of the mart. Once there, I found yogurts in the cooler. I picked up a bottle of yogurt, and Ta-Da! Walking and then standing right next to me was him, again! To cut off all awkward conversations, I started first. "Do you think this would be good for consumption and to do facial?" He as willing to help as he was, "I think you should get the natural one." OK, I thought. "How about this?" I picked a bigger bottle up and he said, "You have to finish that fast. It is quite a lot." So, there were some conversations going on about yogurt while he kept looking across his shoulders towards the entrance of the mart. Oh, at this point, I still have not decided to carry a grocery basket. I was wondering WHY, would he keep looking behind our backs. Anyway, I thought the conversation have come to an end and I decided to purchase a few bottles of fruity yogurt for consumption. He was looking at me blankly when I looked at him right at the face and said politely, "Bye." He was caught off guard, and stared back at me and repeated, "Bye..." after me. The last vision I had of him in my mind was his smiling eyes with some crow-feet spreading from the outer of his eyes. That made me conclude that he was about mid-30s. His demeanour was another giveaway for being a matured man. Anyone younger would have fled at that point with so many unrelated questions about yogurts.

I then darted off to the counter with my few bottles of yogurt and did not look back. 

Till this day, I am still wondering if he was actually a criminal? Trying to steal glances of the guards across his shoulder before robbing the mart... Or worse, me? I will never know.

But that last look in that crow-feet(ed) eyes spoke to me, of a soul that needed to be heard.... 

Whoever/whatever you are, be good, ***Don Juan. I admire your courage to approach girls politely in a mart as compared to morons who only speak in a slur, after getting intoxicated in a bar.

I must admit, Don Juan got me thinking..... More about 'What Ifs'.... 

We would have this in mind.... But no, it wasn't like this. Jajaja (Spanish spelling for Hahaha) :)

***Not real name to protect his identity lest he is a pure and harmless soul.




God bless, Don Juan.

My First Review! It's Magic!

So, hello there.

It has been since forever that I have been not blogging. Lazy was one of the reasons. The rest were just more reasons to proscrastinate.

Oh well! Good news!

I am sick (literally recovering..lol) of sending emo posts into this blog for now. Cos I'm not emo now, bah. lol. Yup. I want to write reviews, you see. So my first review was a recent outing with an old childhood good friend of mine. She asked me out, to catch up at this "place with a band, ladies night (Wednesdays) and yeah, relatively much cheaper drinks."  I was hesitant at first. You know it was last Wednesday, and I was not feeling too well, not wanting cold drinks. But I was bored and really wanted to catch up with Loretta. So I went. (and cos it was my holiday too!)

One of the 2 reasons I stayed on for a bit - Claudia (formerly AF contestant) was singing. Yeah, I get turned off with weird English pronunciations in singing. She didn't have that, and of course, she has the vocals to flaunt.

And then there was a cool dude from the audience who decided to contribute to the party that night. He was singing some rock song, cos I remember the pitch, when it got higher.

But I have forgotten - about the song.

That's dear friend Loretta and her cousin, Elaine. Both looking gorgeous that night!

I think Loretta had some childhood enterprising tales that were not fully told to me - that night. Hurrm, it was about some French Fries. But you see, she had to work the next day.

I kinda enjoyed Magic, located at 2.5th Mile. -- Very close by to McD. Just follow the trail of sound from the live band. :) -- and I met nobody I knew. Ha Ha.

omg. I survive my first review. Yay. Hope you enjoy it. More to come.

.. and good morning. @};-->-------

Drey Cleans Ahead

For once I feel like I've done my chores ahead of time. I'm constantly chasing after time while my whole self remain static, just my mind going through thoughts from start to end, then end to start, again and again.

I finally almost cleaned my entire house. Wow. I guess cleaning is an art. The type of art where you have to constantly keep moving, without stop. An art of never stopping. Once you stop, you can't mop.

I've cleaned a lot that my hands are feeling so dry. I've mopped, wiped, swept and scrubbed. It's cool to think that I'm using all my energy to make my surrounding looks shiny and clean. Despite the dryness of my hands, I've got an interesting discovery. Have you ever found out why sometimes cleaning sucks a hell lot out of yourself? It's because the thought of scrubbing makes you feel like as if you're pulling a truck that weighs a few tonnes with a rope. That of course makes you feel like you're entirely vacuumed a.k.a sucked to the stomach. And that's actually exactly how I felt most of the time about cleaning. Except that I could be worse; I actually dreamed about the dust coming after me. You know the "Ah Long" kinda chasing? Well, in this case, it's DUST!

Okay, so back to the point. My discovery was a cleaning detergent. Wow! I never knew that using a certain kind of glass cleaner (detergent spray) would actually make a helll lot of difference! It's like spraying "pffft.. pffft" onto the sliding glass, and just a soft gentle wipe with a cloth.. and voila! You see it through the glass.. Crystal clear! Not much energy used. Unless your surface is scarred with stains, then perhaps a couple of wipes more would do. Now, you know what I'm talking about?

The Superman of glass cleaning!! Though I doubt the brand is similar.. But this is exactly what I'm talking about! The magic clear blue liquid that lessens all the burden your dainty hands got to handle! (Somehow I wonder if it's just a subconscious bewilderment, since that the substance itself reminds me of the cocktail, Blue Lagoon!)

After all the excitement, I suddenly feel like may be this isn't exactly what I wanted to share in the first place. But the bestest feeling I got today is when I've discovered how easy it is to clean glass! Oh well. If only we could just do some similar wipes into some parts of our lives.. and get the same results, instantly.

Now, where's my hand lotion?

p.s - I'm gonna miss my cat starting tomorrow. Take care dear Mitsy. Please get back to your usual appetite.. You're just skin and bone now. Meow, meow.... Meow.

That Pain

I never really understood what it's like to be in "growing pain". The kind of pain teenagers endured during the phase before adulthood. I never understood what it meant, if it meant physical pain or any sort of pain that is supposed to make you feel painful. I believe in that "pain", one would feel the strong urge to actually go against a strong flow of current directing at oneself. Going against it, makes one feel getting things right.

I believe I have never had to go through those "painful" years. I must have skipped that in my biological evolution. However, I'm beginning to suspect something. Beginning to suspect that I am actually going through it now.

I'd like to set many things right. Does it mean I'm a rebel?

Ouch, that sudden pain.

Another First Timer

Having blogged over a long period of time, in very low frequency, I finally got something officially published. Yes, in the newspaper! Local newspaper that is, or more popularly known as The Largest English Daily In Borneo -- The Borneo Post. Yes, the tropical Isle of Borneo, my hometown.

The best part about this is, I get to contribute on something I find beneficial to my soul, that is to charitable causes.

I had the full page 18 of The Sunday Post, 14 November 2010 to myself.

This opportunity wouldn't have come to me if I wasn't given the chance by a fellow club member of a non-profit organisation I belong to. He is also my respectable mentor in the communications club. He is none other than the well-known writer and trainer in the local industry, Mr. Dunstan Chan. Dunstan himself has a column of his own in The Sunday Post called Reflection. Thank you mentor, (despite having butchered my write up into smaller portions to fit the space allocated). This wouldn't have happened if you didn't ask me to write. =]

Yes, written by......?

So, the whole page was about how the operations of NGOs will be affected by the amount of funds they can raise in order to sustain over time. Hence, promoting the importance of an effective fundraising strategy to raise money to enable NGOs to continue fighting for their causes.

How to do that? NGO volunteers must attend the subsidised Fundraising and Communication Workshop to be held in Kuching on 7, 8 & 9 December 2010. Not to be missed!

Well, I guess I've gotten myself into another self first-time-record. I shall be pleased to engrave this on my blog, lest I forget.

Before that, a charitable ponder:

It's not charity if you give away the last bit of rice in your plate and still have a bagful of bread to munch away while watching a Man. Utd. match later in the night. It's only when you share the last bit of rice in your plate with those in hunger and at the same time would having nothing left in the kitchen to eat and no TV to watch for a long period of time that it's deemed charity.

How many of us are willing?

Point out The Bounce!

It's been a while since I've last blogged.

I slept pretty early last night. Right before midnight. I have not been going out much too recently.

I was awaken by the gentle breeze that brushed on my cheeks and sound of little burung pipit chirping by my window.

I got up before 7 a.m and is suddenly so thirsty for action. I switched on my PC, type this, while listening to Jay Z's "The Bounce" several times. Mayn, so make me want to bounce. Hot catchy music like this. Awesome, reminds me Magnolia Vanilla ice-cream. There goes my taste bud, craving for sugar. Hmm, everything is suddenly lighted up! Yay?!

But my mind is still all over you. Yes, you. I miss you so much, that I don't know if I should start hating you.

I'd take on the bitter sweet morning and add on more spices and sugar. Hopefully, I get the perfect balance, I shall be in equilibrium.

Good morning, baby!

Drey has Huge Appetite

After church, we went to Youngest Uncle's place for dinner. A get-together that has not been happening in the family for quite a while. Cousin Dine is back for her birthday. Most dishes were cooked by cousin Dine herself.

I was the last person to leave the dining table. Everyone had their dinner while I was still munching away before the dishes and was accompanied by cousins and aunts as they looked on.

I guess I'm born to have huge appetite.

No pictures taken as my digicam has been on 'dorman' mode for a while ever since it could only last for 1 snap of a photo. Battery problem or camera's fault? I'm seriously contemplating of buying a new digicam. Hmm, I have a long list for "things-to-buy". But I need MORE income to happily purchase all these!

I guess I just have be contented with most gadgets I have now. :[

I want a smart phone, a new laptop and even wishing for a SLR.

I Am...

I don't want to meet anyone. Anymore. Perhaps, my beating heart is too delicate for this freakin ruthless world. I'm too honest to the dishonest. I'm too faithful to those whom I thought were friends, but only come to me to get things done. I'm too tired listening to others who enjoy listening to voices of their own unyet never spare a moment of that talk to defend others, to defend me (altho I could have done it myself.. But at times, it would have been sweet).

I'm too hurt to want to believe that it could be rosy out there. Whoever said that have never lived life the way it should -- take risks and get yourself hurt. Making the wrong choices is unavoidable, but if it keeps happening in high frequency, life just brings you deeper.

Perhaps I'm living on the wrong planet. Everything's getting lame here on tis one. When is AirAsia going to start a budget flight to The Moon... It would have been great.

See you there.

There's Just So Many Ways to Love

I really like this song. It's just so hawt and gets you into slumber mood. It was funny that a Form 5 student was singing to it when I came in the class this morning. I kindly asked that particular singer to sing it again. He openly sang and emphasised on the "Oh..Oh.. Oh.. Oh.. Oh, My Gosh..."

Kids nowadays do have good taste in music. OMG. =:O

The Disease

I got fever last Friday. That was when it all started. I was tired. Slept and slept. Immediately 2 days after my fever cooled down, I began to notice 'water bubbles' popping up on my palms. That was when I started breaking these 'water bubbles'. I felt nice squeezing them and crushing them off the water 'juice'. But I guess popping bubbles wasn't a good idea afterall as more 'water bubbles' came out.

Next, I was told by my dad that the shelf in the kitchen holding our plates broke and almost all the plates were broken into pieces. So I guess that kinda explain why my two feet suddenly had the piercing pain like they were poked with many tiny little needles. For a while I thought my bloodstream must have been filled with 'powder glass' from the broken plates. So it was the plates fault, despite my dad had already gotten rid of the glassy debris.

The weekend was over and the high school educator had to return to school. Guess what, she couldn't even walk comfortably in her normal pretty low high-heel shoes. So she opted for a pair of slippers instead and wearing a dress, mind you. What a bloody weird combo. Well, off she went to school. Some thought she sprained her poor ankles. Some just thought she just came out with another wild idea in trying something new.

Slowly the educator realised her palms were dotted with red swollen spots, so were her feet. Where the hell did the glasses go? There weren't any glasses that went through her feet, the educator was paranoid. Another educator informed the paranoid educator that she had the exact kinda physical symptoms many years back, so were her KIDS. Apparently, a few more educators found out. Her presence was suddenly not favourable. Paranoid educator was even forced to go back immediately by another even more paranoid educator. So she promised to hit the clinic the same day after classes have ended.

***Fast forward***

At the clinic:
Doctor: I don't think it's the disease. Look your mouth has no ulcer.

Educator: I told you, it is.

Doctor: Well, if it is... It must be atypical (however you spell that term) type.

Educator: Yeah I had fever.

Doctor: Then it must be a virus. But you won't know if it exactly is, only if you go for a blood test.

Educator: Yeah.

Doctor: Have you taken any drugs recently?

Educator: Errr... Drugs? I don't think so, Doc. [wtf?!]

Doctor: Ehehehe.. I don't mean DRUGS, you know medicines are drugs too.

Educator: I know. I don't think I have consumed any type of drugs lately.

Doctor: Have you got contact?

Educator: Contact?? o_O

Doctor: I mean contact like do you know anyone who has this symptom.

Educator: No, unless they are hiding it from me.

Doctor: You know, all the kids whom I have dealt with with this will even suffer pain on the palms whether or not they are pressure applied onto it.

Educator: Yeah, mine only hurt when I placed them hard onto a surface/whatever.

Doctor: If This Is It... Then I might have to give you a few days off. It usually takes 5 days to a week to fully recover. So how many days should I give you ah?

Educator: *speechless but smiling*

Doctor: I give you 2 days first. If you still don't recover after this, do come back to me and I'll extend your MC. You need some rest. There are no exact medication for this. You got to rely on your immune system.

Educator: Yeah.

*** After Clinic ***
Educator SMS-ed another educator to inform about her absence the next day from high school. The reply came was "I thought only kids have that."

***Fast Forward, 2 days Later***

The red dots were still there, except that they were no longer swollen and reddish. They're hardened and orangy in colour. So the educator decided to just go back to school since it's getting better and because she's actually an educator and kept reminding herself, "The minds on the young are waiting to be nurtured by you. Go back, quick."

Educator met educator and came the probing moment. "EH! You're back!" "Yes." "You're OK already ah? So fast??" "Yes. It's all dried up." "Are YOU SURE??"

"No, I'm not sure. I would like to extend my MC if only I knew this is going to happen."

Sigh. What was I thinking???

Mysterious virus came...... and went. I survived.

How Sad, but Oh, How True...

"In life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do."
- Anonymous

A Brand New Age

Celebrated my Nth Birthday a few days ago. I have nothing much to say about it. It's been really a brand new age to me. I am sick and tired of talking about every single thing suddenly. Vocabulary should just be replaced with more actions. I am talking less as a person. I guess it's a sign of maturity, in a whole new level. Hehe.

I'd like to thank everyone who was a part of my celebration. I really did enjoy your company. Thanks for being there for me.

I'm old.

I couldn't take many pictures. My bloody camera wasn't working long despite I have charged the batteries the whole night before. Well, at least I managed to catch a glimpse of this,

Chilli Crabs, I seriously couldn't have a complete birthday without eating crabs. I just love 'em. So MuCh. Crabs just never let me down.

Melted by Sexy B-Boyssz

For the past few weeks to a month or so, a portion of my Wednesday nights have been spent to watch Showdown 2010. Dances and grooves have always been stuffs that could really get me in the good mood. Last night's show was performances by the Top 8 breaker crews left from eliminations in the past weeks. My two favourite crews - Wakaka Crew and Giller Battle Crew (GBC) are still on the run to be in the finals, to be the champ ya'lll...

.... But what was so mesmerising about last night's show was that Wakaka came up with a slow number that kept me watching their performance over YouTube over and over and over again. That was like the sweetest I've seen by a bunch of men with huge biceps and triceps jumping and rolling on stage, with macho grace. Need I say more? The attached video I've watched over 6 times for the past half an hour. If only Malaysia highlights and gives more attention to such breaking talents, they'll go very far. As a matter of fact, Wakaka and GBC have been in the arena for quite a while, representing Malaysia overseas at international battles. But how much do we know about that? Not much. Cos our media doesn't cover much for such events, I guess.

I'm still rooting for GBC... But can't help being smitten by Wakaka.. They're so talented! So is GBC.... But one main reason I was sooo supportive of GBC was because one of their power mover, B-Boy Juicy -- is so hawwt. Arrgh! I love men who dance like them. If only I could have them perform before me on my birthday. That's gonna be heart-wrecking... in a good way.

SeXy RepreszenT!!! ;>

Be On You

Today is the birthday of a friend out there, whom I've not spoken to for quite a very long time. I'm not even sure if I should wish you directly. But here it is. I'd like to dedicate this favourite song of mine to the birthday person. Yeah, I like the song. I'm not sure if you're gonna like it. But one thing's for sure I pick my favorite piece for you. That's better than a cake. Wherever you are.... Happy Birthday.

If we ever talk again, this is it. Posted on 7th June 2010. Xoxo

P.s - This goes out to all June babies too. Be mesmerized...

To The Old Times

It started with just a random drive out to buy some stuffs since I've not been out for quite a number of days - due to my personal time zone difference. I know, uncool.

I went to hit 7-Eleven for the latest issue of my favourite fashion magazine, but this month's issue is already snatched. So I walked to a nearby supermarket, my favourite supermarket, searching for some cereals which I suddenly have the urge to eat. Got the stuffs I wanted after scrutinizing almost evry single brand of cereals. I received a slow reply from "Mr. Proton" my old chat buddy whom I have chatted with for many years but have never met eyeball-to-eyeball. Mr. Proton is now residing in my hometown with his newly-wedded wife, congrats buddy... Somehow it's not really complete to not having met Mr. Proton despite the reachable distance after all this while. We decided to meet up for a cuppa drink to catch up since we are off work. It's funny, how my first experience meeting an online buddy turned up so normal. We talked like how we used to chat. Like I've known him for so many years (which in fact is the case... ). The offensive jokes we used to throw at our "nicknames" online were still valid offline. Reminiscing the other chatters whom we used to chat with was nostalgic in a way as I've never met them. Cool. This goes out to you, buddy.

Did I mention that Mr. Proton has got a really cool job? Not to mention that it's with one of the highest risks involved.

Something I may even consider doing.

Against

It starts to crack. I hear it shatters into a million pieces. I pick the tiny little pieces up, grasping in my hands. The sharpness pricks right into my flesh, I feel the pain, the harder I hold on to it. I see my blood oozes and lines elegantly all the way down to my arms, what a horrendous sight, yet paints millions of bucks even art value can't buy.

I'm running out of blood now. I should be panicked at this moment. Average person would have started flying white flag by now. The seconds continue ticking away. Shall I fight or bid goodbye...? Shifting to my millions of cells in my skull, looking for rationality, I shall calculate my chances to make the battle worthwhile. Time is almost up.

Time is up.

I still cannot die.

My Baby

It's been since last Friday that my handphone has officially turned faulty. My dear Samsung seems to have some parts pretty messed up in there. People can hear me, but I can't hear them. And I actually resorted to displacing the slide to a certain distance just to get the sound. And it's not always going to work that way either.

It's weird, how when my handphone was running in top-notch condition and it was not ringing that much.

But I heard a pretty inspirational quote from someone today regarding this matter. And it goes like this, "I want to message you, but my message can't get across. When I call you, you can't hear me. It makes me miss you more."

HEHHEHEHEEHEHEH. I find that seriously hilarious. Thank you :)

All Souls' Day

Just not to keep my dear lonely blog stagnant.

Today's All Soul's Day. Went to the cemetary. Put a stalk of flower on each departed relative's tomb, including my late mom's. Funny, I realised I do resemble her a lot as I grow older as I watched her embedded photo on her gravestone. Rest in peace, Mama and all dearly departed ones.

When funny takes its course

Funny 1:

It used to be funny, even when it wasn't funny at all. Roars of laughter were often heard. Even when it wasn't really funny. It's funny how funny things just don't seem to be not funny, cos it's supposed to be. Funny.


Funny 2:

Funny things are funny while it still is, funny. How long can things be funny, by the way? Funny things will eventually be not that funny afterall. How long is the life span of funny things?


Funny 3:

It's funny how un-funny things are embracing the funny side of things, for a change. But are the new funny things authentically funny? Should un-funny things stay un-funny?


Funny 4:

It's funny how things change. Funny things are meant to be always funny. But funny things can be unpredictable too. Funny things may no longer be funny if un-funny things no longer think funny things are funny. It's funny how funny things eventually depend on the un-funny things to continue its funny legacy.


Funny 5:

Funny things aren't funny if not for un-funny things. Un-funny things, though not funny, appreciate funny things. Funny things for one, if not for un-funny things, will never be funny afterall.


Funny 6:

It's funny when un-funny things want some funny things to happen, but the funny things are just not into funny things anymore. What happens when the funny things turn un-funny?




It's not funny at all. Funny, the laughter's heard. Is it funny funny? It's so freakin funny. HA. HA. HA. ZZZzz.. ZZzzz.. ZZZZz.