not so boring things about the boring, blur me

    Imagine: you wake up.. grab the cup of water by your bedside, drink the remaining water in the cup.. and goes back to sleep.. wakes up again.. grabs the cup by your bedside.. finds no water in it.. malas.. goes back to snore snore land.. wakes up again.. hoping the nightmare that you couldn’t get water from your cup is a dream.. and grabs the cup.. and finds there’s no water in your cup.. feels lazy.. hoping that it is a redundant dream.. and goes back to sleep again.. process repeats for 2-3 hours.. waking up every 15 minutes.. making it.. er.. 8-12 times?
    Sounds fun? well.. that’s my life on sundays and public holidays. sigh.. why not just wake up straight away, you may ask? oh well.. reason is quite simple actually.. see.. in the mornings of such days, coffeeshops will be full of people.. to be exact.. it is full of families or a bunch of friends eating breakfast together. If i were to go, i’ll have to sit on the table alone.. in a shop full of people that have their families or friends with them.. chatting away happily.. or scolding the naughty kid.. or trying to calm down an annoying kid crying away as if trying to match a banshee or a mandragora.. (if i could, i’d just send a very elegant kung fu called the "tight slap " right to the kids face to shut IT up)
    Anyway.. if i were to go, it would be obvious that i’m all alone.. man.. makes me feel like a loser.. if it were to be an anime scene, you would be sure that you’ll be able to find a dark rain cloud hangin above my table..
    So, i’ll just toss and turn on my bed, waiting for the time to pass when the crowd is less..
    Aih.. irritates me that everyone else is so happy and i’m so bored on that day. why why why.. it’s at times like this that i wish that i’m not in ipoh, but back in campus where everyone else there is not enjoying themselves at much.. haha.. oh well.. can’t have everything my way now, can I? haha.. i’ll just have to enjoy boredom.. and make myself think that.. "wow.. it’s so boring. i couldn’t have a better time than this. WHEEEEE~~"

Kekexili: Mountain Patrol. Whoever who missed this movie
should find a way to watch it. Why? Because Kekexili: Mountain Patrol is about
the Kekexili Mountain Patrol. Sounds very interesting right? OK, OK, It’s based
on a true story of the patrol, which was formed to save the soon to be extinct
Tibetan antelopes of Kekexili. Kekexili is a erm.. desert? Yea.. An icy desert..
full of sand and ice and mountains. The patrol also hunts down illegal hunters
who hunt Tibetan antelopes for their er.. “bulu”. And the story is based on the
report (NOT article) of the reporter who was with the patrol throughout their
whole journey.

 OK, I
admit! It may not be everyone’s cup of the tarik. Who would want to watch a
show from mainland China? It’s not a Hollywood or Bollywood or some famous Hong
Kong movie. It’s NOT a comedy, thriller, fantasy, horror or wadsoever genre
there is out there. And yes, I admit.
There’s no BGM( BackGround Music), sword-fighting/ gun-shooting/ cannon
blasting action. There’s also no leng zhais or leng luis (Which means no steamy
kissing scenes or scenes of erm… something else. Because of lack of a good
looking cast). And yes again, I admit the cast all look like.. er.. well..
err.. let’s just leave it at that.

 But
what I can assure you is that their acting is bloody convincing, and it looks
so much more like a documentary than a movie. Every smile, laughter, tear and
all comes across to me as real, not acted out. No fakeness in their every move.

And I can assure you that this show
offers something to viewers that all other Hollywood/ Bollywood/ Hong Kong
movies fail to present. It’ll give you an awakening. It’ll show you how “much”
we’re actually doing to care, much less save the earth and its ecology.

What stuck in my head was how one
of the patrol members who had to go back to town (let’s take note that a trip
to and fro might take a few days, by wheels) to get more resources such as food and oil (for the jeeps). After
getting the stuff, he went back into the desert to deliver the stuff and the
wheels got stuck. He went down to solve the problem and got caught in a
quicksand, and sunk slowly to his death. I found myself breathing hard as he
struggled to get out of the quicksand. Man, was that part real!

And so, yeah.. might not be
everyone’s cup of kopi-o’ kaw. But anyway, just give it a try. Download it
illegally if you have to.. hahaha. Ugh.. couldn’t sleep the whole night because
of that quicksand event.. ugh.. Must watch..

I might be too young to think that
much. But I just can’t help it. I have never imagined my life to be a long one.
Yea.. a bleak way of looking at life, isn’t it? Maybe I never really planned
how my life should be after SPM. From a young age, it was already etched in my
mind.. Study, UPSR, PMR, SPM, STPM (optional), then… during the long break of
that major exam.. erm… get run down by a
trailer, smashing my entire body including my face, beyond recognition, and
die. No need to worry about college or university or jobs. How fun.
WHEEEEEEEEEEE~~~

Too bad I did not die after SPM or
STPM. And now I have to er.. plan how my life would be from now onwards. Oh
ya.. let’s take note that I have no intentions of committing suicide wadsoever,
unlike a few people that I know of..  *ahemz*

But ironically, eventhough I have
always imagined myself dead before I set foot into college, I had this dream.
Maybe heaven? Dunno? Kinda hard to explain.. but.. here it goes

In an area of a really big, white
house (Not the US white house. My dream house.. haha), more specifically, the
music area. It has sliding glass doors, linking it to the garden. With those
er.. really thin curtain that is almost see- through, so can see the garden
vaguely lor. Slight breeze blowing into the house.. I see a little girl(my
daughter?) in her white girly dress (you know the kind where the dress has
really lots of lace and all.. the really ugly girly dress?) happily running
(not so quickly) to a white grand piano. Sits on a white chair (the piano chair
lar.. and it’s ya.. again white in colour). Then, I walked there selamba-ly,
full of coolness, to the girl, who is now playing on the white piano. And ya..
again, I’m wearing, OMG, a 3 piece suit all in white. White shirt, white vest,
white coat, white tie, white pants (I think I might have worn white shoes too?
Er.. or was I barefooted? Can’t remember that. But why I’m wearing so formally,
I have no idea). I sit beside girl, and starts playing the piano with her.
Then, a woman, walks in.. wearing a white dress.. those really nice ladies’
dress.. then.. we all also like happy happy.. and *poof* over..

Ok.. When was it I had this dream?
Er.. really really young? Age er? 7 maybe? Hahaha.. weird thing is, I don’t
like kids (esp. girls). And I don’t play the piano. Haha.. but that has always
been my dream from then on. One day having such a house and being able to play
music and enjoy it with my family..

So have been wondering.. HOW IN THE
WORLD AM I TO ACHIEVE THAT WITH TESL!!!! Ahem ahem.. it’s not my dream to be at that white place
teaching my kid: A for Aunty, B for Botox., C for Calorie…

But then again.. dreams would most
probably remain as dreams. As in.. how in the world can everything be so
perfect? Where got so much money build
that house.. Actually that area was very much more detailed then what I
explained.. where can find wife so  leng
lui? Ok… I did not see her face. Only her back. Cis.. And I where got so leng
zhai? Ok ok.. I couldn’t really make out how my face was. Oh well..

Even though so, that doesn’t mean
that I have given up on that dream.. so I’ll just have to plan my life from now
onwards to actually be able to get as close to the dream as much as possible.
Sigh.. hate planning my life.. after grad.. go work? Masters? Or maybe get
runned down by an aeroplane while walking in a streets? Then I don’t have to
plan… WHEEEEEEEE~~

*btw.. sorry to hear that 1 of our SMI’s student died on the
spot after being involved in a road accident, after completing his SPM
recently.. and another yet take his IT
paper is in the hospital.

*this post was written (typed) before the accident
happened..