Civilization has no appeal to me.
I decided to come up with a normal blog entry you know just to do something new for a change and probably to try a different style of writing. I also think that I would go as far as embedding a pic or a couple with this one. So far it sort of gives an indication of what it would feel to have a diary…lame haha.
So as you know this month is trying, tiring and you constantly want to better yourself but also fail miserably in the process of doing so(me). Don’t fret I say to myself.
I’ve been getting very little sleep these days. On the bright side, I kinda find my growing eye bags somewhat attractive. Work goes on as usual and is a tad bit more mundane—though on the plus side, we get to go home an hour earlier. Apart from the apparent eye bags, I also noticed that I get easily worked up, annoyed and crankier than usual; which is ironically a trait that I find extremely irritating. In addition to that stomach aches and headaches too often drop by and instigate uneasiness and foulness of mood. As you can see I am very vulnerable.
I also developed an odd inclination towards cooking shows. I do like cooking but most of the time the need for me to cook does not arise hence I don’t. Though I still find it weird you know watching cooking shows and enjoying them. Say what you want but I am mostly into Indian dishes. You know reminiscing my childhood memories. ‘Reminiscing’ could be a rappers favorite difficult English word haha.
Last Sunday, I had to wake up early and get the laundry done. In the midst of doing so I was called to fix the door to the kitchen and the main door to the house. My uncle brought his power tools with him; they were pretty you know powerful and manly.
Besides not having to rely on others on getting some work done on your own is pretty cool. After a few hours of wood cutting and adjusting them so they can fit into the frames…not forgetting the noise pollution involved and how much it must’ve bugged the neighbors; my labor was almost done and the friend already dropped by. I had to ask him to come in and wait for a bit. He was watching, ‘Whose line is it anyways' as I showered and got ready.
Upon writing this I feel as if I was only half conscious during the day, especially that Sunday. Everything was blurish and I felt like they went by not as vividly if I could say so. I also noticed that your decision making sucks even more when you’re tired and hungry, yes I know you are going, duhh.
Our other friends were mostly too lazy to join us and some were actually busy (according to them). So that left just the 2 of us. Don’t worry that will never bring us down. Power in quality not quantity, anyways we wanted to use our weekend as fully as possible. I told my friend that we’d go to a mall buy tickets and then look for a place to eat, so by the time we finish eating we’d have something to do.
We decided to go to the dullest part in town, to avoid the queues and the buka puasa frenzy. We got there around 6 pm and roamed around and went into stores to kill time. Though it proved not to be the brightest of idea as we found some interesting stuff and ended up buying them.
Around 7 I could feel my back aching and my gastric acting up as well. I tried my best to ignore these uninvited guests by buying some crispy fried chicken, which were pretty big and smelled really good! It was freaking tempting! We then went to this penang restaurant and studied the menu, I have the penchant to be indecisive and order something I most of the time fail to finish and this time was the same; only this time my friend asked for an amazing dish. I ordered the chicken chop…okay I don’t remember the name of the dish. It was like a western dish meet Chinese dish fusion of sort. It was pretty good according to my friend, but all the oil and the richness of the dish was a tad bit too overwhelming for me.
My friend on the other hand asked for the asam pedas ikan pari, you know the one wrapped in a foil. When it arrived my friend was still finishing his crispy fried chicken that we bought earlier and I being a little disappointed with my own food, without the slightest hesitation or invitation tasted his. I took a taste of the gravy and had to take another one, you know to confirm what I tasted. My friend asked how it was. I replied by commenting on the gravy and coughing at the intensity of the gravy.
I ignored my dish and decided to share my friend’s dish of course again without his consent. He knew me enough to know that the dish was too good for me to heed his complaints. On the plus side he got to eat his dish and finish my almost un-touched dish.
I was seriously in a lost frenzy enjoying the asam pedas, my friend was saying, ‘happy, happy, happy.’ I am pretty sure he was singing, hm I don’t know if that was a song. I told him that, dude this must be what it feels like to be happy, pretty convinced at that time. I felt like I was high on drugs. The exhaustion, the lack of sleep and aches and the sensation of the dish produced an exuberant and a different kind of high.
I even ordered a plate of rice to eat with the asam pedas and almost ended up licking the foils. My friend cooly reminded me that it was his dish I ate. I just let out a small laugh trying to acknowledge what he just said.
We got out of the mall and headed towards KL to see a friend who was supposed to break fast with us but couldn’t because his car decided not to ignite. So we decided to go there and try to help him out and probably watch the football game with some other friends who were going there too.
We were still talking about the asam pedas on the way to the car and once we got into the car I completely dozed off and only woke up as we got to the place where our friends were. After watching the game we headed towards the friend’s car that won’t start. We thought that it needed to be ‘jump start’ but then that too didn’t work so we tried to push and force it to start, that too wasn’t good enough for the car. We decided to leave it and come back the next day. The few minutes work out made me miss exercising and playing football..It’s sad really how little I play football these days.
here are some pics:
err...pulling of the excited/ giddy look, worked didn't it?
A triangle of fat boys
Should stop calling them fatties huhu
