Well, here we are again. For those who really care, sorry about the long hiatus - three words: I’ve been busy. Life’s been, erm, well – to put it eloquently - a catalogues of ups and down and in-betweens. Mostly ups, it has to be said.
As is the custom in this page for the past few years, I won’t take you through the details of highlights during my ‘disappearance’, though contrary to the norm, this time, I’ll be as brief as possible and try not to make my life sound too amazing.
OK, let’s just start with, say, where have I been hiding? Truth is; I have a perfect explanation.
Exactly 26 days ago, as I was leaving apartment for work, I was abducted by the yellow-skinned aliens of the fourth moon of the planet Fortas, who planned to sacrifice me to their god-like King, Molas.
But don’t be alarmed, friends, cause, I, fortunately, managed to escape King Molas’s dungeon with the help of a gorgeous–but-rebellious, rightful Princess Yusras (who totally smitten and charmed by my good look and bulging biceps) and found the fifth element, which by the way, was disguised as an ancient relic somewhere on the top of alien, Divananas mountain.
I then, got to get King Molas to ingest it when he emerged from the palace, with his thousand Gurkha army. He immediately disabled and died under my stinky toes.
And the inhabitants of Planet Fortas once again live in peace. And I live to tell you this awesome adventure of mine.
See, I told you, I have a reason, a very good one right?
My apologies if I have been silence for so long. And even though I was busy with the threat of King Molas and everything, I am still thinking about this page. Or how can I inflate my ego even more.
I promise I won’t be this awesomely crazy again. I am just glad I am back.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wild Boars Beside My Bed
I love to share the itsy-bitsy details of my boring existence here to the world. Whenever possible, I like to document the going-ons in my sucky life. It feels great to be able to take the loads of off my mind once in a while and writing about them keeps me alive - plus it’s good for my sanity too.
Case in point, as I write this piece in my hotel room, I am actually beginning to entertain the idea of committing multiple homicides by stabbing my roommates in the throat 24 times. They snore like a pack of mating wild boars and I think I am on the brink of a major mental breakdown. Luckily I got my laptop right now, so a lot of lives are saved tonight, I can promise you that much.
Anyway it has been a while since the last day I posted anything here. Life has been crazy. For the past few weeks there were too many things on my plate - one thing after another - that required my fullest, undivided attentions and pampering.
And this is just one of that many things that kept me occupied:
This is my nephew Ashraff Mukris Ismadi . He is 4-month old. And if my mom is to be believed, he looks a lot like me when I was his age. Okay, now everybody say, ‘Aww...so cute!’
Last weekend my parents, my sisters, and baby Ashraff were here in KL for a short holiday. Actually, they were supposed to come here last year after Raya, but the plan was immediately scrapped when my mom fractures her leg, a week before the planned date. So this time, after a year of making sure she is recovering well, we get the plan back on.
I was more than happy to bring them around the valley, although it was quite obvious 3 days visit was quite a stretch. We, however, managed to go to Aquaria KLCC, Ikea, The Curve and Sunway Pyramid in that short of time for sight-seeing and some shopping. We were all very exhausted but I hope they had a good fun here. I just wish they would stay a little longer. Owh, I miss them already. Tsk tsk.
And speaking about exhausted; on the social front, things couldn’t get any crazier. Recently 2 of my friends tangled in unnecessary, stupid argument (sugar coated as debate) over something that didn’t even matter.
Sure, friends fight all the time. That’s normal.Temper will flare and feelings get hurt. I totally get it. But why must we take it personally and start the insults? Why, in the heat of things, we tend to say the worst about each other that we might regret later. Why not just let go and take the high road? Aren’t we are supposed to be friends in the first place?
You know what, you go and ponder about those questions while I am re-phrasing my insults to these wild boars beside my bed…
Case in point, as I write this piece in my hotel room, I am actually beginning to entertain the idea of committing multiple homicides by stabbing my roommates in the throat 24 times. They snore like a pack of mating wild boars and I think I am on the brink of a major mental breakdown. Luckily I got my laptop right now, so a lot of lives are saved tonight, I can promise you that much.
Anyway it has been a while since the last day I posted anything here. Life has been crazy. For the past few weeks there were too many things on my plate - one thing after another - that required my fullest, undivided attentions and pampering.
And this is just one of that many things that kept me occupied:
This is my nephew Ashraff Mukris Ismadi . He is 4-month old. And if my mom is to be believed, he looks a lot like me when I was his age. Okay, now everybody say, ‘Aww...so cute!’
Last weekend my parents, my sisters, and baby Ashraff were here in KL for a short holiday. Actually, they were supposed to come here last year after Raya, but the plan was immediately scrapped when my mom fractures her leg, a week before the planned date. So this time, after a year of making sure she is recovering well, we get the plan back on.
I was more than happy to bring them around the valley, although it was quite obvious 3 days visit was quite a stretch. We, however, managed to go to Aquaria KLCC, Ikea, The Curve and Sunway Pyramid in that short of time for sight-seeing and some shopping. We were all very exhausted but I hope they had a good fun here. I just wish they would stay a little longer. Owh, I miss them already. Tsk tsk.
And speaking about exhausted; on the social front, things couldn’t get any crazier. Recently 2 of my friends tangled in unnecessary, stupid argument (sugar coated as debate) over something that didn’t even matter.
Sure, friends fight all the time. That’s normal.Temper will flare and feelings get hurt. I totally get it. But why must we take it personally and start the insults? Why, in the heat of things, we tend to say the worst about each other that we might regret later. Why not just let go and take the high road? Aren’t we are supposed to be friends in the first place?
You know what, you go and ponder about those questions while I am re-phrasing my insults to these wild boars beside my bed…
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