It's almost like I don't know who you are anymore, Blogspot. Sure you look the same, but something inside you has changed.
We used to be able to connect. I'd come in with my photos and you'd just sit back and let me write out a post. But now, it has become am awkward process. Maybe it's me. Yeah, maybe it is me. I used to be a little more disciplined with you, and myself. Whenever I went for an adventure, I would write out the post in my head, then go home and write a post that was completely different from the one I had in mind(except for a few minor details).
Nowadays, the voice in my head narrates my life instead of making notes of key moments. I think it all started after playing Alan Wake. Alan Wake's inner monologue was so good I just had to pick that up and make that a part of me. But no longer. Sure it made my life sound a bit more interesting, but only to me.
wow. I just stopped writing for about half an hour. Why is it so hard. Ugh, it must be this watch. Imma take it off now. *takes off watch*
That didn't work either.
I took the watch off about ten minutes ago.
Oh yes, I have something to talk about now. My watch(a fake I got from the best place to shop in Malaysia, Petaling Street) was clearly made on Mars, where the months of the day end on the 39th and start 00th(is that pronounced zeroth? Shit, I didn't even get that red zigzag line that indicates a misspell when i wrote zeroth.)
I took the picture convinced the date would revert to '01', but if went up to '39', and restarted with two zeros. Like I said. Mars, man.
So, anyways. It was my birthday last week and I decided to spend it the way I like best. Alone. But with friends, both online and in real life. Jeez does that even make sense?
Ok, first off, I had to prove to myself that I wasn't that old. When I was 14, I was able to stay wide awake for about 36 hours before taking a nap. But ever since then, I've only managed about 20-odd hours before telling myself I ought to go to bed. The average holiday would see me wake up round 11am, and sleeping round 7am.
I tried staying up on the beaches of Penang with my friends, but I eventually gave in.
I guess it's when the sun rises. Sunlight. It gives off a sickly vibe.
I spend the whole night enjoying my privacy and the endless supply of food in kitchen downstairs.
Then the sun comes up and, like an annoying acquaintance, invades your privacy and asks if you want to hang out.
"NO I DON'T BLOODY WANT TO HANG OUT"
That's what it sounds like in my head, but I usually just say I've got stuff to do, then go to sleep. Because it's rude to be rude to the sun.
Anyway!
I had to see if I was still up to it. I stayed up all night and then went out for a walk.
To see if I could handle challenge number 2.
You probably guessed this was on the list. No, not another boring haunted house raid, the good old green drain near my house.
It was already 8am, and I was showing no sign of weariness. Which was, of course, a good sign.
But then, trouble!
I hadn't been in that drain for well over 2 months. 2 months of Malaysian hardcore rain does an amazing job of changing the shape of the places you once knew.
That's right, I fell in the river. I've never fallen in before. Strike one.
Further up, I found the rain had more than altered the landscape, it had destroyed the best bits.
The log-bridge that was once strong enough for me to climb over had crashed down onto that large, difficult to traverse cement structure. Well, at least now it was easy to traverse.
But the real problem came right after that. It's hard to explain how difficult it is to cross a stream that is 1 foot deep and 1 meter wide. But these pictures should give you an idea of where exactly I got stuck.
Yeah. I fell in three times. I walked out muttering to myself, "shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck".
Never again. Some things should just be revisited in memory.
Anywhossels.
I found out that my shoes were quite waterproof.
Then I found that waterproofing works both ways.
8.30 pm:
And when the water found its way through the gaps between the shoes and my socks, it got in in and stayed in.
10.00 am:
The soggiest my socks have ever been.
So I promised myself never to go down that drain again.
I also got a surprise from my college buddies. Nothing like cake in the face in the morning. It was extremely nice of them, and I don't want to ruin it by describing anything.
In the last month, I've been to KL and back 3 times. It was nice, at first. I liked being forced out of the comfort and laziness of my own home. But then it got really tiresome really fast. Chores, duty, fruitless labour. It got very tiring. And frustrating.
Ughh, I don't want talk about that. Not now, and not here anyway.
Oh yeah, and Chili's makes burgers just as well as Fridays. The only difference is that Chili's serves Kilkenny beer.
The jams in KL are good for taking photos.
Oh yeah, the most badass, weird name for a town ever, I have found it. Minyak Beku. Literally, Frozen Oil. LOL.
That was taken in Batu Pahat.
Put it under the carpet and get a drunk looking injun to distract the customs officers.
Anal-humpin' gay dogs in Julian's house. If you can't see the smaller dog, you'll have to squint, the lighting is horrible!
Sorry, I had to rush through the pictures. I think it was the pictures that delayed this whole post. Usually when I don't have anything to write about, the pictures help out. I feel at least a month's worth of posts have gone unpublished because everytime I feel like blogging, I remember I have THIS post to finish off first.
BUT, I promise, that will all change. When I start my course at HELP university(yeah, I ended up choosing to do Law instead.), I will probably begin episodic blogging.
As in, one post on the weekends, which will comprise of several sections.
This will be done in/on a different blog (haven't decided if I'm going to stick with Blogspot, or try something else) and will be worked on a schedule, so it doesn't end up being neglected.
The sections I hope to cover each week are as follows:
1)strange news
2)anecdotes and retarded reallife situations
3)youtube video of the week
4)game/movie review/postmortem
5) pseudo-philosophy
6)regular comic/purplist-like episode
This way, I can sorta combine my current blogs into a super blog and save everybody's time.
I will post a warning on facebook around mid-september to remind everyone who reads this stuff.
That is all. Suggestions and insults in the cbox, plstq.
I also am passively happy again. But I don't want to talk about that. Not here anyway.
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