First part's about Malacca, 2nd part's about Batu Pahat.
For some reason, everything in Malacca is friggin orange this time of year. Especially around Jonker's Walk.
There's an actual store selling money. Should have gone when a sale was on.
Other stuff:
I know pics like those are not blog worthy. They make my blog look cheap and slutty. Even if it is, I like to pretend it's better than that.
I was lucky to get the seat right next to the
yeah.
Bus station:
No one can escape McDonalds. Not even in Malacca, where they display the evil 'M' right next to their flag.
Random, near Julz's house.
There's only one picture I taken in Batu Pahat that didn't end up completely blurry. And it's one of me smoking a popiah cigar.
Best popiah ever. Had to smoke it.
The medicated state of mind I found was overrated.
I accidentally overdosed on alcohol last night. The people above me find me annoying when I do that, but the people below me find me amusing. So it's not that bad. I guess. But I really think I have to stop this foolin' around. Right now. Sure, a little here and a little there is fine, but it's a really bad habit. I'm not going to abstain from it completely. I'll just stop for the time being. Beer costs too much, tastes like bittershit(unless it's Heineken, Budweiser, Corona, Tuborg, or, for some weird reason Jaz beer), expands your effing beer belly, leaves a bad taste in your mouth hours later, gives you a hangover like a nail through the skull. Ahhhhhgggghhh.
I learned a lot about my family this year. My cousin was right about my family being professionals at being in denial.
It's sometimes a good thing:
One of my uncles had a severe back problem. It was really bad, he couldn't move. And though it really was more serious than it looked, no one panicked. Everyone was still making jokes and smiling. There was no break in the mood.
But it's a bad thing when no one talks about personal issues. Everything is about the collective need to be happy when family is around. From the outside, it would seem as if anger accumulates because of this, but everyone knows it's all water under the bridge. We're all there not to take it out on each other, but to give something back to whoever came before us, and if nothing else, we're there because it's just plain fun.
I like how my family gets along so well, in-laws and out-laws alike. I like how witty everyone is. No one can't be laughed at/with. Even the most serious family members break character when we get together. I like that no one flaunts wealth to the point of being irritating.
Sure, everyone pulls out their latest cameras and phones, but it's more of a family-pride thing; even if I don't own an N97, someone in my family does. That kinda thing. I like how the parents allow us enough privacy to prove that NAIR stands for No Alcohol, I Resign. But not to the point of being too dependent on alcohol as an icebreaker. I guess I'm really lucky. And if you think I'm ungrateful for not thanking God, think again. I'd rather thank them.
If tomorrow, let's say, I die some horrible death all of a sudden, the obvious link would be all this breaking of traditional and religious practices. You wouldn't say it out loud, but everyone would think it. If I don't die, everyone would just wait till I did, to prove a point.
What's that you say? We're all bound for the graveyard. Ooh, I wish you well.
This picture means nothing to me. It's just weird how the rails look all bendy like that.
But some CCR songs mean a lot more to me than they should.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
Even when it's not pronounced properly on the track.
Sad story, my dad dropped his Canon Ixus. The lens can't retract or anything. Pity. I was starting to like that camera.
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