Not Fun Anymore

Monday, tomorrow, I’ll be heading back to KL to the start of a brand new semester. I felt not even a tingling of reluctance, it’s just what needs to be done. Sien.

Say, am I heartless as a person? I kinda think so, you know.

Tell me, that your day had been messed up when you first got your toes got knocked against the bedpost and later drove yourself into a mining pool while avoiding that huge ass water buffalo, I’ll just offer you a grunt and a ‘that sucks’.

Because I think that there’s nothing left to do anymore. I cannot fish your car out of that shithole nor can I fix your toes now, can I?

Well, I know some people would just throw themselves to each other into a huge pile of hugging, tearing mess. But I just can’t bring myself to that. Maybe I have to learn to get there, however, the notion of me doing that amuses me. I would be chuckling instead of sharing the sorrow. Now, *that* would be a scene.

My dad says I’m selfish. Yeah, I think that’s some part true. I’ve never seen any other girl who’s as cold as me, I think. I lack compassion, and even if I felt it, it would be a herculean task for me to show it. I’m just stone cold.

If I had kids, I wouldn’t want to bring them up in such an unemotional environment. But if they turned out like me after all, I can only say that it’s in the blood.

If you wanna know, I do kiss my mom and dad when I was little. And there were lots of hugging too, but I think I’m too shy to do it know. That was eons ago, and I can’t even remember clearly now. Don’t go on assuming that I was brought up in a family that distant themselves from each other, because I wasn’t.

But really, all these don’t bother me until certain things crop up, say, when a friend is having a really bad day or my mom is struck with gastric, leaving her writhing the whole day on her bed.

Woke up today, had some crappy dim sum and heard these words “we’re going to the hot springs place again ok?”.

And it wasn’t a question.

WTF right? I was just complaining how hot it is in the last post and here we are, going to melt my ass off in the hot springs?

Uumph……. after some whining, groaning and bargaining, I agreed to it, thinking a little trip would be better than being at home all the time. *I bargained that we take the wira instead of the feroza(daihatsu) because it was less bumpy ride*

You know, I blogged about the place once.

You wouldn’t believe it if I’d told you this but……

…… it bloody flooded AGAIN!!

Of the two times I’ve been there, it rained on both occasions and it also flooded on both occasions.

But this time, there were more visitors. School holidays, yo.

More visitors = unhappy tOast

why??

cos they have no civic conscience whatsoever.

I was watching in horror as a big fat girl lady blob of mass waddled nonchalantly towards the other end of the pool WHILE shampooing her hair and WHILE the pool guards blew their whistle and signalled her to get out.

Note, I didn’t write “FRANTICALLY blew their whistle and signalled her to get out”. It’s just because they were indifferent towards it.

It was like this:

*pi!phi!*

*stares at her hoping her gaze would meet theirs*

*waves hand telling her to get out*

*stare abit more*

*blob does not look like she’s going back where she came anytime soon*

*sigh*

*look elsewhere and continue chatting with poolguard friend*

Oh god, never have I cringed when the smell of shampoo hit my nose.

Yep, she washed it all away IN the pool.

And there were ppl eating while waddling….bla bla bla….. and you wouldn’t know how many pee-ed in the quiet corners….

sien…. I got out from there and returned to the pool with hot water…….. you know, to kill off those germs. Right, no germs ma… all suds and oil only, don’t be a pansy prissy…… Fuck it, it’s disgusting ok?
You serious cannot believe this has happened right?

Try it, go somewhere with LOTS of happy families doing happy gatherings near somewhere with water and this is what you’ll get. Rivers, waterfalls, beaches, certain not-so-strict pools and yeah, Sg. Klah hot springs park, they’re all merrymaking ppl out to ruin appetites.

Oh well, it was a nice trip. I didn’t have any arguments with my mom and I kinda enjoyed myself in the HOT pool. And I got to eat the famed Bidor Pun Chun’s duck noodles. Seriously, nothing to shout about. The duck meat was overcooked, too dried out and tasteless. But the soup was nice even though any restaurant can up that .

Dinner, however, was absolutely satisfying. We had claypot chicken rice in Kampar. Done to perfection with a little charred rice at the bottom of the pot, huge chunks of TENDER chicken, salted fish and great accompanying soup and bean sprouts, it was the best I had in a long time. It didn’t have the name displayed but the shop is just along the main road of Kapmar town and it’s the cornershop, with lotsa ppl most of the time. Eat til you drop, only RM18 for 3 ppl.

The past few days were spent sweating my ass off.

It will only be worse, come January or February. They always say that it’s gonna be freaking hot whenever it’s Chinese New Year. Gahh….

I flipped today, at my mom. I was so scared she’s gonna turn into a monster and swallow me whole. I shouldn’t have said anything, though it seemed right to me at that time. Luckily I hid in the study room until everything cooled off. *phew*

I’m a dumbass, dumb, dumb, dumbass. I just had to keep my mouth shut for a few days, and that I can’t do.

Hmmm….. anyway, I wonder if I’ve gone dumber.

I’ll devise a plan. I’ll study as hard as I can this coming semester and see how far I can go. Serious. My intellectual capability is at stake here. At least if I die, I’ll know that I didn’t invent that engine that operates by feeding it with any junk because I’m just plain dumb.

Big words, there.

And I hope I won’t just wave it off as just another whim during on of those nights when my eyes are too heavy to cram anything else into my head.

And I want to join at least one club to avoid being too bored with the books.

Maybe I want to learn swimming. Because, what if when I get drunk and fall overboard and I can’t even waddle to keep myself afloat while others  scream for help?

Just don’t get drunk, you say?

Really? How would you know I wouldn’t be pushed overboard being the victim of some sort of conspiracy next?

Anyway, it’s just quite a bummer that most of my friends know how to swim and I don’t.

Sometimes I wonder, with all the apeks sitting in the coffeeshops, forumers and bloggers bashing up them local politicians, are they really that dumb? Did they really blurt out those highlighted words in that newspaper page that seriously made me think that they are dumb?

It seems so……. fabricated… to me.

You see, the media in Malaysia, as most Malaysians would like to believe, IS controlled and partly owned by the government. It is a fact. Like, how many reporters, growing up, wanted to pursue the truth and at least once, in their lifetime, be able to produce a daring piece about an expose of sorts? But, threaten them with an ISA, or anything much lesser, they’ll just back down and lick your toes obediently. All the braver ones are obviously jailed under the ISA already, that’s why we’re left with those mundane articles. The only exciting stuff left are on foods. The lifestyle stuff are crap.

Malaysian reporters are so uninspiring, save for a few. The only one that I come up with now, is that lady reporter that went to Iraq and the tsunami-stricken areas. Even so, her name I can’t really recall. Helloo~~ I’m like so bored here. Every other page I flipped through only reports about everything I can read from the internet. Try writing your own piece, why don’t you?

Yeah, speaking of which, a few days back, I noticed that The Star quoted something from Wikipedia. Somebody should probably run to their office and tell them that Wiki, though proven to be very useful for us net-users, is not exactly a reliable source. How to be a respectable paper like that, I ask you? Iyerr….

And last time hor, they also quote from howstuffworks.com.

Sibeh lazy lorr….I say.

I f they wanna look better, they should at least quote from a book mah….. e.g. The Why of Flies, Doe, John. Million Eyes Pub. ISBN 0-417-32897-7

Seriously, what happened to the word ‘credibility’?

Back to the politician thing hor…..these ppl have titles after titles. Some are so highly decorated that you wonder is it ever possible to get that far in your lifetime. Still, they had the audacity to say whatever crap they’ve said. Really, these nonsense are better left unsaid to save whatever that’s left of their dignity. Like kids at the play ground only……

what? dare to shoot me with your watergun??? I ….I….. I tewl my mamie!! *mean face*

Another thing. If others challenge what you said or certain policies being unfair to certain races, you just plain stand up and say, ‘Kalau you tak suka, you keluar dari Malaysia!!Keluar!!’, is it? CHEY…… spoil the fun only. I thought that a wiser man would stand up and offer a listening ear to their woes and talk it out nicely. It’s ok if you think there is no cause for concern and it really is not an issue, just don’t be like a drama queen and shout like you own Malaysia when cornered with arguments that will hurt your little head if ever you attempt to counter them.

I dunno, maybe that saves the trouble of arguing because as beautiful as the Malay language is, in songs and poems, there are just too many syllables. It will just tire them out and risk dozing off halfway while debating. Try comparing it with English or Chinese, if you don’t believe me.

Saya sudah makan——— 6 syllables

I have eaten——— 4

Wo(3) chi(4)  le(1)—– 3

Huh, see what I mean? Play around with other sentences if you think I’m putting BM at disadvantage because I used this particular sentence.

…I’ve told my parents about my results.

Once again, I’ve failed them…..and myself.

Disappointment habis.

Ugh…. I go sleep now……don’t wake me up until next week.