kick-kah-pooh.

hello hello.
i have been up to all the normal things i do in a day-- chores, teach, eat, laze, tv, sleep.
all up till last friday. spent my morning with him. an all perfect way to start off my day. much love, you =)
then we had lunch, then, we went karaoke. just the three of us. maine, anne and me.
three mics, plenty of space and lotsa michael jackson. i loved it. =D whee.
tuned to english, malay, chinese, canto, indon music- not bad for a malaysian at all. hehe. if ily they had a sharukh khan or two. we probably bagara'd as well. oh if only. we tried michael jackson moves =) failed miserably. but who cares. had inner there as well, redbox at the gardens rock my socks. i like creme brulee. i could only eat them for dinner. who cares bout coney dogs when you had creme brulee. seriously. i sound like a fat lump but i do not care either. teehee.

heal the world,
make it a better place,
for you and for me and the entire human race,
there are- people dying,
if you care enough for the living,
make a batter place,
for you and for me.

salutes to that song, oh we did it so very passionately.
i like the meaning.
we did all the other things that would define the word crazy. and i loved every second of it.
cheers =)

xoxoxo

i am debating with myself on whether i should even blog. (wth?)

i did anyway, on whether i should. well i didnt think i should when i found that i really didn have much to talk about, or i will babble off like a yapping duck. but i have nothing better to do anyway. so what the heck.
here i am.
i am waiting on photos to post up on big day 30th june. our photographer's still stuck on other errands though, the wait is being brought on. gee weez.

no teaching tomorrow so i guess i am gonna be up to another day of sweeping and mopping, chores. picking up myself.

i feel, one of a kind nowadays.
unstably, down. well, sometimes. the rest of it, i am just thinking. a lot.
i dont even know how or what to say the time.

and you, i miss you. so crappy much.

beat it

my favorite moon walker passed away. R.I.P.
it was a day full of michael jackson. his cd sales must have busted in a night's time, he'd feel so popular now. they almost ran outta cds when i went pick up his essential favorites on saturday, makes you wonder, and i certainly cant help but wonder, one really must die, to leave before one is appreciated?
then, neurons started firing away in my head and i started to wonder, well, just a little, how would it be after i die? or even, how would it be like dead?
give me some space and my imaginations runs. on its own two feet, like a secret race, it paces.

the old man and the sea

i walked along the street where the stalls were set up for a night market just a few roads down, i took that stroll with mum. it was the usual sights and scene of tiny business transactions, when i caught eye of this old man.
i've seen this old man around, he would walk around the area, pushing his market trolley and collecting recyclables. mum told me he'd wake up early in the morning to sell newspapers and little packs of nasi lemak. he'd sell them near that corner about the shop lots. some morning he might not have nasi lemak to sell because he had not made enough to make anymore.
i see him in the mornings sometimes, and everytime i see him, i'd buy a set of newpaper, many two, mandarin and english newspapers, just so he'd have more business. if he was selling nasi lemak, i'd buy a pack or two of that too. he'd always have that smile on his face, and that smile widens when i pay him and tell him to nevermind the change. a little more for dinner, he'd probably be thinking. the look in his face whenever he gets to save a little more for the difficult days to come, i truly priceless.
mum always buy his nasi lemak before she heads to work. she talks to him and he kindly speaks back. mum said that he has a wife. who is sick at home, whom he loves so much but couldnt afford any better for. she told me this, today. when i saw him quietly sitting next to the malay nasi goreng stall. waiting for his 2 packs of nasi goreng. each costing rm1.20. no more. one fore himself and one for his wife.
i added in some chicken and some vegetables as lauk and paid for it all. i couldnt help it. i wanted to do more but that was all i could offer then.

the vivid image of him walking away pulling the trolley is stil so very clear in my mind. he has nobody. his wife has him, but he has, nobody. this is a gush of mixed emotions.

H1N1

my mother is paranoid.
"PIG FLUUUUU!!!!!!!!!"

scenerio: you see, my cousin is or more like, was in primary contact with this little boy whom later was confirmed for H1N1. aunt called mom, mummy called other aunt. even made me call my best friends who were over (as always).
we are going to die. dieeeeeeee!
so mom didnt go to work today, she stayed home and slept all day.
thank the pigs, ma. =)

with the amount of things that are going on now, it is hard not to believe it is all really God's sign, to wipe out and end it. i sound all corny and weird, but i believe in it. i believe at the end of it, we will see God.

blessed for the many things i have in life now. i have wonderful friends, people who know each other for who they are, good and the bad but love anyway. i love these people. we have our differences, and disagreements but it patches up anyway.
for my insane family, which i really love so much, no matter what happens.
for him, very gentle, very understanding, very lovable, him.
for maine, who is my house mate now, makes home more of a home.
for aaron, who is always around.
for ed, who is ed. that itself is enough.
for my college bunch which are true. those who really loves.
i am thankful, every time i sit to think, i realize i should be no less than thankful for everything. i thank God and pray that all these things stay. just, stay. with all changes accepted.
changes are inevitable, they happen for a reason.

i had a week of home and rotting. i have not been this free in ages, now being this free is er, free. i teach, and read, and watch tv, then there are chores, and marking. that, is about it. geesh.
but but but, i like the idea that i have private practice, grey's, gossip girl, supernatural, all under one roof. =D all the available seasons and drama-h. whee.

my holiday wont come yet, not until everyone is free. so i am waiting. it is booked and all it takes now is the wait. i pray nothing goes wrong with that. waiting scares me a little, it really does.

i watched almost all the most available in cinemas, except for horror flicks, not my thing. though, i did, watch 'drag me to hell', which was yuck, even if i hid myself 80% percent of the time, i still didnt like it. i screamed twice and didnt like what i got glimpse of anyway. (ewwww, yuck faces.)
hannah montana -- checked.
17 again -- checked.
drag me to hell -- checked.
angels and demons -- checked.
night at the museum 2 -- checked.
transformers!!!!! *screams!* i want to watch it. my enthusiasm probably increased because i am bored. =D but i do look forward to it, looks good. i slept during the first in the cinema @.@ but i did watch it again, after with my cousins. so considered i made it up to bumblebee.

i am afraid, i might not tell or show, but i am.

mom is talking about the flu again. think she is actually gonna grab me to a clinic for a prevention jab. and, i hate jabs, i dont like them needles, despise them. sharp pointy things that are inserted under your epidermis manually and, and and, it looks violent. eeech.

my sister said she rather die than to look like a boar. it is delightful information really.