There's always room in life for this

Third time in. This is the best Saturday I've had in years. I woke up smiling, because I was so certain it was a Sunday when my eyes were closed. I only realized "holy shit it's a saturday!" in that fraction of a second before I was 100% awake.

Hung out with Gurdave. Was so convinced it was 12pm, till I checked my phone. 4pm. WTH.
But it was a good hang. A very good hang. As always, Gurdave made me feel like a fucking capitalist with his stories of communist action in KL. Keep up the good work, man.

"a smoke in times of rest is a great companion to the solitary soldier."
Considering Che Guevara was a certified physician, that's a pretty dumb thing to say.

A drink is much cheaper, much safer, much more fun, and less addictive. Plus, tobacco smells like shite.

Ughh. I need to get angry again. Otherwise I can't blog properly. When people are satisfied, they have no incentive to impress. But the moment they're happy, they just wanna sit back and enjoy it. Fuck that, that's irresponsible. In my time of need, this blog and all my readers were there. Only a goddamn capitalist would leave it in my position. I must keep reminding myself of this. Note: comments double as reminders, you know?

And it's a Prog Blog, so I CAN, technically change my style of writing once in a while.

Or not. Let's talk about my evening.

For no reason at all, I put down my xbox controller, put on a pair of pants, grabbed the remote controller & cellphone, and walked out the door. I was still kinda unsober at the time. I only realized that my pants had only ONE good pocket after about 5 minutes of walking. Shrugged, didnt matter anyway. Passed the grocery store. Waved to the nice guy who works there. My grandpa always talks to that nice guy who works there. But I cannae understand a word he says, so I just wave and smile. But I ALWAYS wave and smile.


walk walk walk wlak typo sorry walk walk.


walked some more, thinking and walking, but mostly walking. Suddenly, this jeep passes by and someone's waving at me. I half wave back(you know, I can't remember if I actually waved back. hmm. *shrugs*). Continued walking. A bunch of kids ahead, and elderly indian woman behind. How do I suddenly drop into the ravine without looking like a nut case?


Shrugs in my mind. Drops down into the ravine like a nut case. Third time in. That's a line from a Tool song but I literally entered the ravine for the third time. First time going in without proper pockets though.

I dunnae why I was so confident, but I practically RAN the first 100 meters. Jumping across the stream without thinking twice, walking through tall grass without checking for snakes first. OK, i probably know why I was so confident, but still. I did actually land my entire foot in the stream. Muck all over. Shrugs again. It's just muck. My cell phone and gate control were dry. That's all that mattered anyway. Dry electronics. Stumbled again climbing uphill on all fours. Both hands mucky. Wipe it dry! Wiped.

And then.

Lay down on the grass.

Smiling like a total dick head.

Pure bliss. Dunnae why. Know why.

Time to send a message. Time to take a pic.





No words to describe. Only guppies. Thousands of guppies, swimming against the current. Hey, damn, those ARE words to describe. Not really. Maybe. Why am I talking like a Salarian? This is is silly.

Thousands of guppies. Count 'em and weep. Just cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there. That's also a lyric.


After a while, I realized I was sitting on an ant hill. Packed up and left. But it was still early. So I walked all the way to the Chinese temple. There were cops/security guards parked up front. Tried to be batman by sneaking under the tunnel.


Tunnel was too wet. Batman-imitation fail. Had to walk on the surface. I walked really casual-like. Whistling and pretending to be a lost tourist.


Shrugged once more and jumped back into the second section. Never walked this path before. Was interesting. As I walked, I looked around.


I found and broke a branch off to be used as a traveling stick. Then I saw a tortoise staring at me from the stream. I stared back at it. We stared, the tortoise and me. I suddenly remembered a Nickelodeon show from years back. Some African woman was reading a story about 'Clever Tortoise'.

She kept saying it weird. She kept saying tortoise as towr toys. I remember laughing at first, then getting angry cause she may have been right. Maybe she was. Maybe it is pronounced towr toys and not tor tis. Shrugs.

I ran towards the towr toys with my traveling stick. I don't know why I did this. I just ran towards it. Suddenly it submerged. Gone. For a full 5 minutes, we played a game. I scanned the length of the stream for clever towr toys and clever towr toys held its breath. I left. Clever towr toys had won. But it probably never knew. It probably held its breath for an hour, then died, leaving a capsized towr toys shell to float in the stream forevermore. Shrugs.

Last year, when I did my first graveyard run, I sat on the far bank and took pics. I thought I'd have to be NUTS to be walking where I was walking. And just where was I walking today? Why, the same place I predicted would have to be NUTS to be walking on last year! Confused? I'm not. I'm NUTS. Fine, picture here:
There was a tour bus full of Koreans or Japanese. They were all staring at me while I leaped here and there with my traveling stick. It was glorious. Showing all those tourists what the next generation of Malaysian looked like before the locals got a taste.


What was next, home? NO! Hutan Bandar! Threw away my traveling stick, and walked in like I was a regular. Saw a guy on the phone who looked a lot like Lee Kuan Yew. Almost said HI! But he was on the phone, so that would have been rude.
I walked HB till I found my favourite exit. The same exit I used in that old adventure.


After HB, I walked home. I ALMOST cut across THIS:


Yes, that's a 50 foot drop.
And no, I'm not mad. I didn't do that. Instead, I went home and wrote a blog post without caring to check for typos, errors in grammar or errors in tenses. Because that's what I do.