Living dangerously

This month was quite a shocker to my system, where I had to go to the hospital for full 2 weeks including the long CNY holiday without any dayoff. By the end of it, I was mentally & physically exhausted, became irritable and unable to concentrate.

So I told my boss I need some day off, immediately hit the jackpot and became bummer for couple of days, whereby I discovered a superpower ability of staring at those ever changing clouds for hours totally ignoring the carbon monoxide-polluted KLCC-air till kingdom come.

On another note, a friend gave me a belated bufday gift... a wickedly cool body hugging shirt, which in my '30 year-old body' case would be a 'tummy-hugging' style. I'd probably wear it to my ward round and risk some of the old lady there heart attack. Fuyoh!

Reality bites

I rarely go shopping at pasar tani ever since I came back from atas laut 5 years ago. Hey don't get me wrong.. I absolutely love it , cumer the 'fresh' scent of fish etc etc sometime sting my nose. What an embarassing thing to say! Considering that I used to work at pasar malam for 3 - 4 years during my highschool days. Seems like this 'mat salleh celup' is stuggling conforming to his root... tak malu betoi!

They stole quick glance at each other several times - how sweet.

So strolling at Penchala pasar tani today is seriously doing some good to my internal homeostasis - balancing my disturbed 'chi' from too many shopping @ pavillion/the gardens. A different walk of life.

To digress, not all kids would have an easy years growing up.. it's a tough world out there - Palestine, rural places in Bangladesh and India to name a few. Kids working as labour in cotton factories or begging on rural streets, you know stuff we read in Time mags while sipping our nice hot mocha @ starbucks.

For example what would this young boy could acquire during his formative childhood years if he's literally picking up shoes from the box and arranging them on that table under the hot scorching sun... he could easily be around 4 - 5 years old.

When i did it I was like 16 - 18 years old. So that was character building if not anything else. I mean forget about National service.. although i don't mind lay my hands on those M16. Huh! Men, we easily distracted eh!

30' something

Just had my birthday last week, a plain simple one - nothing fancy, no cakes or balloon etc etc.

It makes me to think lately that in life sometime you're allowed to do certain thing only once in your lifetime. Life is not a dinner buffet and you'll not allowed for second helping.

So be certain that what you're going for is what you really want in this life.



On another note, I watched a DVD last night called '2 days in Paris' written/directed by Julie Delpy, the same French chick in 'before sunrise/sunset' (http://drfrappucino.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-we-were-young.html).

This film in a way could be the alternate version of the 'sunrise' movie.. the one if Celine had met Jesse in Vienna 6 months later and end up being lovers.

Movie quote ".. this is almost basic... i don't even know you'