The blog choice of adults

Yello.

Looks like I'm about to gain a new colour to my spectrum of readers.

Yes, that was fast huh?

Just the other night, an ADULT, Yup, approached me (on her own will!!) and enquired about my blog.

Looks like my dream of professionalizing my blog is finally materializing in front of me.

OH yeah!!!!!!!

Blow the balloons! Put up the streamers! Pop the champagne!

Ok lar, fine, it sounds to good to be true anyway.

That so called certified adult was my

MOM

Yes. Well, err, uh.

I guess 3 abbreviated little words can sum up my situation.

FML

Haha. Oh well.

So. Note to my new soon-to-be reader.

Hi Mummy!! You are reading your son's blog.

How did ja find it? Tough eh, my URL.

Well, this is where I write about things.

I have many readers, I think.

So, err, feel free to drop your comments. Just don't embarrass me ok?

And yeah, of course, I only post after I've finished my homework.

-KJ

Wednesday- Wakes up at 12

It feels nice waking up and knowing most of my friends just finished 7 periods of lessons (plus rehat).

Oh, yup. I didn't go to school today.
I was down with a fever and I called in sick.
Err, well, I called Kok Ming to tell him that I was sick. At least he'll be able to satisfy the
'Where is Chuas'.
At least my sudden (Innocent) absence will not be marred with suspicions of truancy/ponteng.
I hope.

Well, for how I got sick. Heheh.
FYI, shit happens to me regularly.
I've been trudging through shit all my life.
But hey, that's life right?
We'll just have to face them.
Get them f*cking done and over with
And emerge victorious (of course while cracking dirty jokes and rolling cigarette leaves)
...
Before the next wave shit happens.

So, que flashback! (ala 3rd person. I have serious time to kill anyway.)

"No, don't get any heavier!" he pleads as he looks up to the cloud filled sky that is bombarding the residents of Cheras with rain.

"BOOM," his prayers are replied almost sadistically as thunder and lightning rage above him as if saying "Hah, yeah right"

"Fuck!" He shouts back uselessly at the clouds.
Knowing starting verbal fights with mother nature will not do him any good, nor results, our
intrepid, stupid and stubborn blogger, armed with only an umbrella embarks on his journey. To where you might ask?
A place of tutelage: MC.
A place where one gets the privilege of joy
Whilst learning the ins and outs of language
With the comfort of friends, 3 air conditioning units and a quick sighting of someone :)
All under the guidance of a seriously damn good teacher: sir

Then it hits him. 3 air conditioning units!
With the drenched clothes on his back, he knows he'll probably last a few minutes in a room
with a steady flow of frigidly cold air supplied by 3 bloody air cons before he becomes an icicle.

Of course, his grim realisation couldn't have come earlier.
Having already made it to the foot of Fresh Hill, he cannot do anything but walk in the direction he originally set.
"Oh well" he mutters to himself. A chuckle and a grin later, he walks shielding himself from the downpour only with a flimsy umbrella, a string of comforting sms-es and a rose-coloured attitude.

Well, it ends with him returning home sick, cold and tired.
Oh well.
Shit happens.

Life begins at 3am

Yes.
It's 3 in the morning.
Yes.
Normal people would be sleeping at this time.
Yes.
Even the noisy and drunk hokkien speaking uncles across the road have gone to bed.
Yes.
School starts tomorrow.
Yes.
I should sleep.
Yes.
I really should sleep.
Then.
What am I doing up?
Seriously.
Shouldn't I be running in a field full of daffodils and petunias now?
Well.
It's because I can't.
I do.
I really do want to sleep.
Sleep.
Is what I want,
But I can't.
I have a condition.
Diagnosis?
Caffeine induced insomnia.
Coffee.
Did I think twice when I gulped it down?
No.
Did I foresee a night full of tossing and turning?
No.
Was I aware of an impending battle as I subjugate my body to succumb to sleep.
No.
Have I learned my lesson?
Yes.
Oh well.
Dumb ass.

A Tigerish Year

My piggy bank got fatter, my table is littered with red packets, my throat's sore and scratchy,
the fridge is overflowing with mandarin oranges and the smell of gun powder is in the air.
Ahhhhh,

That's right, Chinese New Year just came, (in a huge ballyhoo of firecrackers, pounding drums, sweet and sour yee sang, curious relatives and the whole nine yards) and left us a whole new year to look forward to.

So, how was it for you guys?

For me, it was like any chinese new year I had celebrated before.
I had to face..

THE RELATIVES

Like any Malaysian holiday, most of my friends will be visiting their if not, their parents' home towns but it's slightly different for me.
What I'm trying to say is, what if the grandma, the matriarch of the family, the nucleus the clan is living in the guest room right under the very same roof as you?
Then, may Choy San, the God of Prosperity have mercy on you as you'll be facing wave after wave of kukus, ku changs, kao foos, tai kau foos, kau moes, ah yees from every corner of Malaysia. Oh GOD, was that a mouthful.

Well, sure, the money comes to you but it really is double edged.
For one thing, you can kiss that peace and silence you revel in good bye.
Every car that honks on our gate will be a relative you forgot what to call.
And what if the language spoken isn't universal?
You'll be waking up to languages not used to and communication will be something so jumbled up because while you grew up, you sort of cut off my mother tongue.

Well, that's what I endure every time the season comes.
Though it may seem stressful the chaos can sometimes be fun to deal with.
Have a happy new year...

Rain

hey. Do you like rain?
No I'm not talking about a Korean superstar.

Oh rain,
From the skies above,
You make your descent,
To terra firma,
As heaven-sent.

With a rhythmic pelt,
You drum on my windows,
And outside you're felt,
Washing people's sorrows.
You cool my nights,
As your steady beating,
Has me lulled,
Till I'm deep sleeping.

So rain,
Rain, don't go away,
Who cares,
If you make the skies gray,
Who gives a damn,
If the children can't play,
(They're too noisy anyway)
I say,
you're OK,
You make my day.

Well almost.
As I'm seating,
Marveling,
You make me yearn,
For that seat beside me,
To be filled you see,
It's still not close,
To true perfection,
Without that
Person of my affection. :)

Eh, where am I?

What happens if you find yourself lost in unfamiliar ground?
Imagine looking around frantically for a building, a signpost, a stretch of road or anything familiar to your eyes that will ring that tiny bell in your head.

Now, imagine being cold and hungry, with a few coins jingling in your pocket. What do you do?

Well, for starters, you walk.
Whether you're walking in the right way, that's another matter but it's better than being stationary.

So, with every step taking you further into the never-before-seen, you start to absorb what you see. You enquire about your whereabouts from signboards or maybe a local only to find out that you're lost in a Taman or Jalan you've never heard of before.

Though you can safely say you're standing waist-high in shit you don't. You manage to keep a nonchalant composure and with a cup half-full attitude, you actually enjoy your unwanted misplacement.

You enjoy this sudden change in plans. An anomaly in your monotonous life. It amuses you that if everything went as how it was suppose to be, you'd be doing homework at home right this minute. Oh well.

Well, give it a few hours walking and finally you find something that reminds you of home.
Alas! Your environment starts to bear a familiarity and you map your way back.
Awaiting a curious family member, a hot meal, and the best fucking shower you ever had. Ha ha