I've got so.. "Drifted" away

I know what people say about car drifting. I know there would be (at least) a car, cute hunks and sexy babes. And blasting music that could deafen your ears but clear vision guaranteed. I know Fast & Furious. I know Initial D....I know I know...

But have I drifted? Noooo way...! I don't play games on the road. I can opt for Bungee Jump. I can have a roller coaster non stop. Or extreme reverse bungee...sounds good sounds good....but car DRIFT? urrghhh...

Ok, the car I was travelling in skidded, almost plunged (of course it didn't, I said ALMOST) it was so near. I don't know what happened, seriously. The car just lost control, and the next second I'm seeing cars coming right in front of me. No no no...it was not a two-way traffic. I see car coming forward because my car had made a nice 360 degrees turn. That, I call DRIFT....

I had mild traumatic concussion. Like I always will. I had headache, stiff neck and shoulder and nausea. Great. I survived!

I should count my blessing. Guardian Angel must have protected me in that split moment. Or did I just cheated death..? =S

I don't know. Too much to think. It was freaky, but LIFE goes on.

Bon Voyage, sweetie...

So, Dad and Mom are travelling miles to Australia now. A family trip consists of bags...Eldest Aunty, Fourth Aunty, Fifth Aunty, Cousin's family. Yea, don't sound very enticing for hot blood adults like me. I don't find a farm getaway fascinating. I'm not thrilled to see cows, or kangaroos or koala. Well, koala maybe. But not anything other than this fury huggies.

Of course, I'd prayed for their happy and safe journey along the way. Hope they all coordinate well there, and wish Daddy would enjoy himself too. He sorta complaint about this holiday, citing he's lazy to drive around at Perth. Ya...bags don't drive. But too late....he's gotta take it for Mom's sake.

Lucky I'd planned for another trip specially tailored for him end of this year. A trip so chillaxing that only food and lots of massages comes to mind. Yes, Bangkok! Ok ok...I cannot afford an Aussie's package, but at least I made Dad excited with a simple yet meaningful Asia sensation.

But anyway...I'm missing them now. It's good to have them nagging me about not nagging me enough....and I want my gift from Australia !!!!!!! I will look forward to 21st October 2011 so that I can nag them about missing them nagging me.

Love you, bags.

There's no heaven above, not even Hell below

We were all talking about India at the dining hall last night. only Dad had the (unlucky) chance to visit India for a couple of times. Me and Carol were just having hear-says from friends and colleagues.

Dad said India is definitely not a pleasant country to visit. Not only there are the (infamous) slums area, and even the slums are obnoxious people. Dad's colleague ignored a kid's plea for shoe polishing service, and the kid returned a disgraceful act by throwing dungs to his pants. On a separate occasion, another kid (hmmm....also a slum) called Dad a bloody bastard because Dad refused to buy postcards from him. I don't know. Maybe they think they are poor enough (and are slums) to turn their anger to humiliate tourists.

Nevertheless, I know, and can feel their pain and sufferings too. Who wants to be born slum, called slum, and die as slum? Seriously, I don't know how this word 'slum' come about. I don't mean any disrespect or poking fun for writing this word repeatedly here. But, what other better word to address them, and even they made a movie calling themselves slum dogs?!?!?

Well, those are not the main points. I was mostly disheartened by the indescribable misery and torment they go through each day. I'd wonder if 24 hours feels like forever to them. They sleep on dirty mud, drinks cow's pee, salvaging food from rubbish dumps, slaughter pigs that feed on shit (to get pork)...OK I am losing my mind at this stage. O am thinking, there must be something very very wrong they had done in past life to be reborn at such state. Dad even convinces me that if there would be no after-world, India is just the right place to call a living hell. Real hell, you don't need to die knowing how it looks or feels like. Just get yourself a one way ticket to India.

Whether karma and reincarnation sounds inducing, you make your call.

September's Grinch

Try to remember, the kind of September..
When life was slow, and oh so mellow
Try to remember, the kind of September..
When grass was green and grain was yellow

Try to remember, when life was so tender..
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember, when life was so tender..
When dreams was kept beside your pillow


And so it seems, life is supposed to be mellow....and slow...and soft music plays....WAIT A SEC..TODAY IS FRIDAY already!?!?!? Jesus! that's the end of a week long Merdeka Raya holidays! #%@$#^*@ ! and who from hell promised TGIF??

I can't believe it. This can't be true. I didn't rest enough. I didn't laugh enough. I didn't sleep enough!!!! Now, gimme back my 120 hours. Playback time please...........?????

I don't want to enter the realm of September yet. I would be very very busy and I need more time to be prepared in preparing to be busy. I am not ready emotionally, physically, technically, religiously and whatever fucking word that rhyme with it.

Can I throw some tantrums like a small kid now? I want lollipop, not tabletop. I want real people, not hypocrite. I want a real man, not a boyfriend. Hahs! Jolin said that, not me! I can't do sommesault gymnastics or have 32D cup! *wink*

I don't care. I don't live to work myself to death! Hear this, boring zombie? Get a life eventhough you do look like a dead one *phewwwiitttt...*