am i the only one who is able to get lost even with a gps? i think so. i followed the directions to a T. ok, well almost. and yet, i was quite far off from the location FTS. in fact i was on the opposite side wtf. with the gps, you would think it would eliminate the need to ask for directions. well, today, i've proven that wrong. i had to ask for directions TWICE!
and when i did find the location, i missed the turning when i turned my head and saw the big sign. i can only count my blessings cause i made a turn that wasn't supposed to be made and parked super illegally. i was against the flow of traffic.
RAN to the exam hall and thankfully they weren't strict with the lateness! otherwise i would have cried. i almost did when i made the 1354th wrong turn! in the exam hall, all i could think of was "shit i parked wrongly! shit how am i going to drive out later? shit shit shit" fuck this shit.
stumbled upon this video whilst blog hopping. this video truly brought a smile to my face. where else in the world can one person speak in so many different languages and in different accents as well? even when i was in the states and i did the stereotypical blonde talk, my dear american friend was so shocked and amazed that he went slightly ballistic. i almost wanted to become a professional impersonator with such encouragement from him but in my motherland, we exist in every nook and corner. so i scratched that thought.
but this video absolutely takes the cake. nobody else would have understood what he was saying. the little nuances like the head shaking and the hand gestures to the pronunciation of the 'R' in typical cina fashion, it was pure delight!
even the newspaper ad tickled me! i couldnt help exclaiming 'look at that! how cute!'
digi ad taken from here cos google image failed me :(
i got all warm and fuzzy when i saw this ad. yes, i'm sentimental like that.
this reminds me of an incident in london when me, J and Lips were in the bus. we were standing and talking in our typical motherland language when this lady came up to us and asked if we were malaysians. she said she could recognize a fellow countrymen from the way we spoke. now i thought that was super cool. sure, we asians all lookalike but once we open our mouth, we'll know! even when i was in the airport taking taking the transit train to the terminal in orlando airport, i stood next to a malaysian couple (this was cos the lady was wearing a tudung but that's beside the point). they turned to me and asked if i was malaysian? YES! another countrymen! we are all over the damn globe and yet we're easily spottable a mile away. how frickin' awesome is that? even when i was working in SeaWorld, i met a malaysian couple from New York and now we're facebook friends and still keeping in touch :)
manglish should be the national language, i say! now wouldn't that be cool to be able to have our very own language where only people from the motherland can understand?
1) i can't light a lighter. somehow the thumb being super near to the fire gives me the impression i'll burn my entire hands off.
2) will spend my last spare change on beer. true story.
3) cant put on nail polish properly on my fingernails. and when a professional does it, it'll be botched up barely an hour later. why do i even bother?
4) i am a junkie for romance. but find myself becoming cynical now. noooooooo! give me back my idealism!
5) i cant side park. i blame the driving school for putting poles and making me count them when i side park.
everytime i log into blogger.com, the new template bubble ALWAYS pops up! and everytime i see it, i ignore and go straight to new posts. this time however, i did something way out of my usual routine and paid the price for it.
i've got myself a pretty blue sky and green green grass. i don't know why i had to say green twice.
so pretty i want to sing the hills are alive like the sound of music.
but i shall refrain from doing so for another day.
i wanna do something different. i feel motivated to do something different.
sometimes, in a roomful of adults, i feel like a kid with the special invitation to sit at the adult's table. sipping wine like a grownup with my legs swinging back and forth. excitement bubbling.
then, it dies down as the night goes on.
serious conversation slowly takes a turn into an all to familiar territory. seems that no matter the 'age' group, grownups or young ones, the things we say and talk about goes into the same territory. like a tennis ball that bounces from one side of the court to the other. grownups move between the two. as do young ones trying to be all adult-like.
and then there are the unreasonable ones. pointing fingers like how we used to in kindergarten. we point and we cry.
being all grownup doesn't mean we know everything. it just means we're still kids, in better clothing and higher heels. we're constantly growing up but ultimately, we're all wishing we're 16 years old.
for the first time in 2 months, i remember how it feels like to bum. suddenly, i feel like i'm a kid again. waking up anytime. with nothing to do but breathe and watch the world go by.
channel surfed and took a nap! a nap, how i miss thee so. naps are like distant memories. now, i will have to hide out in the ladies if i wanted to shut my eyes for a minute!
despite waking up late in the afternoon, i could still take a nap! talk about being a sloth.
i dont want this state of being that i'm in to fade away. from being at an absolute low point to a moderate high, my perspective looks a lil' clearer now. before this, it was a hazy blur. being THAT lost can really give you a kick in the behind! i wouldnt wish that on anyone but i think this is what they call part of growing up.
i need know what i want in a world that constantly changes. one moment, i believe that i can do the impossible. and the next i'm free falling. this constant pull in opposite directions is enough to make my world spin. and i'm dizzy and nauseous already. the only way to beat it is maybe to excel in it. put on a thicker skin. be devoid of emotions for now. don't let things be personal. after all, it's only a business transaction that we're after. why let things be so attached to me? detach myself from it. look in from the outside.
he spills coffee on the sidewalk. he looks at his empty styrofoam cup. he half turns then changes his mind and looks at his empty cup once again. spilt caffein spells fuck. my. life. that was his last 5 dollars and it was supposed to last him the whole day. the coffee. not the 5 dollars. coffee alone can sustain the man. he tosses the styrofoam cup away into the bin and walks off. looks at his watch. fuck, it's 8.56. no coffee. he couldn't decide which was worst. that his girlfriend of 7 years doesn't want to marry him or that his best friend of 20 years was cheating on his sister. on a normal day. hell, i'll even call it perfect day, the thought of what lies ahead seems bearable. with coffee in his bloodstream. it was a like drug. no mornings can go by without a sip of that dark liquid. nothing but the darkness and aromatic smell of a cup of coffee from the corner coffee joint to make a man feel like he just had his best fuck. don't tell his girlfriend that. 7 years and the 7 year itch starts to surface. he might just have unprotected sex with the stranger he met in the club last week. they were firm. he didnt need to touch them to know. it was written all over her face. she was hunting. he wasnt. damn. what was i thinking? 7 years and she didnt want to settle. just yet, she says. his wallet, empty save for a picture of him and the woman he loves and a maxed out credit card.
the sidewalk stained from the coffee that spilleth from the styrofoam cup washed clean by the drizzling rain. he curses.
and i am back to normal. default mode wtf. i have to say, i went a bit cuckoo the past few days. no idea what came over me but i think i have kinda settled down a bit now. i needed the option of knowing that i could get out anytime and not have to settle. wow, does that make me commitment-phobic? i hope not. i go around the whole world giving off vibes that i am very easily committed but in the end i'm actually not. then my whole life would have been a TOTAL lie +____+ how will i tell my unborn children this one day?! dont say anything? then one lie leads to another wtf. and the world still keeps spinning. gravity is still pulling us down. i digress.
despite me saying that i am okay now, i can only take this okay-ness temporarily because what i'm doing now is temporary. i'm not gonna make this a permanent fixture in my life. no. if anything, this is one step into another and then, BIG TIME FAME AND FORTUNE MUAHAHAHAHA!
you'll never know. nobody will but that's okay. to know that my problems, no matter how big i make them out to be, is in fact, a speck of dust that i can swat off.
this is me, swatting that damn dust away.
poof.
sprinkle some fairy dust to make the pain and tears go away. abracadabra. beeppity boppity boo. pumpkin turns to a horse-drawn carriage. one fine day, my dear...one fine day.
lately, there's been some complications. things were moving along fine. i'm going 90km/h and then from out of nowhere (blindspot wtf) this other option is moving along side me at 60km/h. now, i have to rethink the structure and possibly pave a new road. now listen here, it took me quite some time to actually move at the speed that i'm moving now. here i am slowly gaining confidence and then this moves into view and i'm forced to look at it and make way for it to cut into my lane. don't you hate options? don't you wish that you were just told what to do from birth so complications like this don't arise?
know your destiny. know your fate. know your path.
sounds like something spiderman's uncle would say. "with great power comes great responsibilities".
am i even in the right path? i'm beginning to see a pattern here. staying in this path, i may very well be here for life. deviate now and i might just find greener pastures. or not. see, this is where complications arise from. i'm at a crossroads.
i can only take comfort in the fact that i am still young. any mistakes now i can blame on my youth. but what's the mistake that i'm willing to make? i've already made one before. if it wasn't for self-sabotage, i might be in the right path. but there's no right or wrong. there's only what's right or what's wrong for me. so akhirnya, it's all down to me anyways. no one else. i am the one driving anyways. crash or smooth-sailing depends on me. my shoulders can't take it. my legs are turning to jelly. can't even think anymore.
where are the days where i can just cruise? jalan-jalan tak endahkan apa-apa.
