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.

Some Things Don't Change

Guys who brag are insecure, and a turn-off. At least to me.

10 Things

10 things I can sum up about today:


1. The weather is just too freaking, hot.

2. My room is still a mess.

3. I spent most of the day in bed.

4. I opened up a small pack of strawberries I bought that cost me RM20.

Sour or sweet, till the very first bite.

5. I thought about 2 individuals who have inspired me, somehow or rather, in a good way.

6. I have finally hit my highest record of savings in a Facebook game called Restaurant City amounting to $4000+. If only it's for real.

7. I was tempted to eat my untouched new bar of chocolate.

8. I've decided to stay away from sore losers. A man should be man enough to face the odds.

9. I heard my cat meow-ed the most today, in so many days.

10. I thought about people. People whose moment spent with me will never repeat itself.


p.s - I went back to the kampung a.k.a village some 30 minutes away from the city yesterday to celebrate the harvest celebration, Gawai Day which falls on 1st June. Was a simple one with catching ups to do.