In Peace

Just got back from eating at TAF with the missus and a few friends, bloated although the no-rice policy is still in effect. Its been a while since i've had passable char koey teow. Sometimes the ironies of life tickles me, like talking about our distrust for the chinese in a chinese owned eatery that we love to frequent to or like one minute we might be spewing acidic comments on our tongkang-loving neighbour across the strait (not that strait, the other one) only to eat like crazy at Pecel later.

Ah, the ironies of life.

But what really made me smile was something that i read in the free paper the Missus gave me just now at TAF.

On an entirely unrelated matter i seem to miss out a lot even though i read the online news everyday, i do not understand how this could happen but i think i has to do with the appeal of reading a real paper that you can hold in your hand.

Anyways, the thing that i read about in the paper was in regard to the shortage of land in Penang. Its a not a new issue but what i found funny was that it was not land for the living that they are clamouring for, be it Muslims, Christians and others they are all running out of land for cemeteries on the Island. In successfully wrenching away Penang from the ruling coalition the PR authorities have inherited the same problem of trying to solve the shortage of cemeteries on the Island and now they are scratching themselves bald over it.

Forgive my morbid sense of humour but despite the hush-hush/taboo aura surrounding the subject i find it comforting that despite the all the changes and all the divisive differences that we harp about nowadays one thing that all Malaysians can agree about is that when we are dead, we ought to be put six feet under the earth. No excuses, and no stupid ideas like launching away the ash on a rocket for it to float around in the earth's orbit.

The Ego and Its Own.

The world ends when we stop caring, somebody once said. Well, the world ended for me a long time ago.

To this only this i have to say.

Meh..

Batu Di Jalanan.

Shit happens. Life goes on, the great tayar of life rolls on.

Meh.

Terbentang Luas.

Its the things that you take for granted that matters the most in the end. The gentlest touch, the soft smiles, the way the sun shines after a heavy rain, the fact that you still draw breath every morning. Its always the little things. Always the little things.

Lagi lagi Random

Along with the house, a forge. An outdoor forge of clay and bricks where i can create things practical and hopefully, over time, beautiful things out of iron and steel. With handmade bellows and hammers and anvil from Amazon.com the ringing and the fume would drive the neighbours mad.

A sudden interest in smithing. Wtf..

back to work then.

Feral

Not in the mood, really feel like smashing something up. The angry troll in me struggles to get out. I swear i'll club to pulp any motherfucker that annoys me right now.

And what the fuck is Robert Pattison doing playing Kurt Cobain?

Random.

Aku rasa sebenarnya bilik aku dah ada maskot. Seekor cicak.

Ye, common gecko, cicak rumah, whatever you want to call it. Dah lama aku perasan dia main ba-ba cak di celah buku-buku aku dan mang, mungkin dia rasa secured duduk di kalangan buku-buku ilmiah. Ada orang kata cicak ni makan nyamuk, tapi aku tengok banyak je nyamuk kat bilik sini, siap boleh buat driveby depan muka aku. Aku pun tak tau. Yang aku tau dia (cicak tersebut) memang asyik ada kat sini. Pernah sekali mang hulurkan getah padanya, saja-saja mengacah. Cepat aja dia rentap dan gigit2 umpama aku dapat daging. Tergezut aku dengan mang. Boleh tahan rakus.

Nama? entah. Belum aku terpikir lagi. Hmm

Jim Brown.

Ok tak?

atau kalau nak melayu sikit,

ajim

Jiiiiiimmmm!!!!!

Kurkurkurkurkurrr!!!

Gambar takde, Jim camera shy. Macam aku.