Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Constant Tension Turns To Ten

..And still single for a close 19 years. FML

All self-pity and giant L's on forehead off the table, I'm starting to miss channeling thoughts of the brain through wriggling fingers like spider legs (10 of em) on plastics marked with alphabets, numbers and symbols. Notice the over-exaggerated, metaphorical intro ? , that's how I miss typing :)

Random ramblings of the fortnight :

A lot had happened, a lot had not.

How I imagined I'd be by this time of the year when the year started, welllllllll, it didn't turned out half as good, if not, worse :/ .

Pessimism might lead to this. Law of attraction really works I guess. Man, I need to wake up on the other side of bed, drink a half full glass of water and breathe in early morning air instead of going,

"WTFK!! It's already 1pm ? , alright last 5 minutes then I'm up,"


"WTFKK !! ? , It's already 3 ? slkjsa&*(dskfj"

Well, now that we're kinda talking about sleeping, I've a few stuffs to share :

My love of sleeping had went a tad bit too far. Losing one night of sleep can be disastrous, it'll make you fall asleep and soon wake up not knowing you fell asleep. And when you are awake, your eyes will look like they're on invisible bent toothpicks. And you'll speak Mumblish and Mumblay (Mumbled english and Bahasa Melayu). It'll also make you crack the lamest joke (thus Mumblay and Mumblish) .

Eg : One time, I woke up at 7 and be grumpy why am I kept being woken up at such early time of the morning, was still conscious enough to know that I'm not in highschool anymore. Till I heard the keyword, "Maghrib" .
The funny thing is, I didn't even remember that I fell asleep in the first place. As mentioned above.

The only good side of it is, it'll make you dream the realest, vividest dream ever. Like one of them, I remembered that I was in an unfamiliar distant land. Stone buildings, on a body of sea. Little boats adorning the sides. Then, there was this black haired, fair girl standing by the balcony. The next thing I know, we were talking and talking, we pretty much liked each other. I swear to you, the butterflies in the stomach, the flushing of cheeks, the warmth of touch, they all felt f-in real in the dream, which in the moment didn't even feel like one. This soon lead us to be taking care of a monkey. Hold that giggle in, the next scene is tragic -

Me and the monkey went to a war with golden pieces of armor guarding us. Then, then.. :'(
..The monkey met his fate, with a giant bloody battle scar on his back. This tragic, teary tragedy made me and the black-haired girl to further fall with each other. Which, the scene soon shifted to the girl carrying a baby on her arms, with me smiling over her shoulder. I swear to the fallen monkey, everything felt f-in real.

Well moving on,

I missed both Steve Aoki and RATATAT :((((((((((((((( . Well they still live on the same puny earth. I'm sure I'll be able to feel their magic soon enough.

And it's a Kenduri Kahwin galore !

There was Aznam's sister wedding, my neighbour's wedding, and the son or daughter, of this guy which I think is a surau-friend of my dad. One wedding which I'm not invited to, but my parents went. One wedding will be on the 20th I think.

I like Kenduri(s), free food, the chills of the preview of ginormous commitment, the flashy, frilly stuff on sticks (bunga mangga eh what they call it ?), and kids saying they haven't gotten any bunga-telur/candies, when the buldge in their pockets are darned obvious.

But there's one thing :

WHAT IN THE WORLD DID THEY PUT IN THE KENDURI-FOODS ? . Sure they're tasty, but how it made me helplessly sleepy the moment I get back, is mind boggling. I think Acar-Buah's are secretly sleeping capsules. I've experimented, once I took a small portion, but to no avail, slept for 4 hours and woke up, still in my baju melayu, sweating like a naked, well-hydrated man in a sauna.

Well, I had my first accident. It wasn't my fault the Saga was parked at the very side of the road, and my car-size-estimation skillz are bloody awesome. I now suffer a short trauma of car-sizes and things on the side of me. I've a picture, but the wire's nowhere to be found. Again, hold on :3

What else,

Hm, I need a boost like a very buoyant ball on a geyser. My self-estiihiihii..Neh, don't even feel like talking about it.

Knowing the consequences of being an outrovert and picking the wrongly perceived words to stand my justice, I rather hold it in, and release it on a Google searchbar.

My phone's acting up again. Keypad delays and sudden restarts. Loose upper part, and a faulty backlight.
And I sorta miss texting, the phone's been a bit too quiet now.

Whoah. I. Think. I. Will. Stop. Now.