Moved out and back in.

Yes dammit, i know this is the a new entry since the reptilian age. Pfffttt... I could care less.

Anyways, yes lets get cracking. I'm not gonna go rambling bout what happened since last august. Frankly, i could care less. Lets just leave the past behind an focus on the present. Yes, I'm a hypocrite. Go tell that to someone who cares or go churn some milk. I moved out of my house around a month ago. Well, maybe much earlier but that doesn't count as moving since i didn't pay a cent. Anyway, i moved in and told my parents. See the abnormality there? Lemme repeat. I moved in and then told my parents. No? Lemme rephrase that. I moved in and then a week later, told my parents about it.

Yes, yes i know how stupid that was and how i should have expected that response blah blah blah. Again, tell that to someone that cares. So my dad was against it, not the moving out part, he was against moving out alone. He thought that some mega-sized crisis went on between my cousins and me. My explanation was futile. Bottom line is, I'm moving back in and the only chance i get in the issue of moving out is if i do so with my brother.

I'm not against living with family members. Not at all, i love that idea. Everyone looks after everybody and frankly, family understands you most. Thing is I'm afraid of it. Okay, lets tale an example:

1) Everybody lives happily in the presence of little fairies sprinkling fairy dust around.... uhhhh, you get the idea.
2) Something happens and triggers a tension.
3) Arguments break out, blah blah blah...
4) That shit is gonna follow one all the way back to M'sia.

I'm not concerned over number 1 and 2. That's bound to happen. What worries me is numero 3. That's fucked up. I mean, if it was in between friends, its easy, you stay away from each other and in time wounds heal. So what if it leaves a scar, go fucking tribal with it.

However, lets see if one gets into a bad fight with ones cousin. You get back to M'sia, everything is fine and dandy till suddenly, a family function comes up and you have to meet the person. Worse still if her family is siding her which is bloody fucking logic. I think we all can deduce what'll happen then. Can you imagine what will happen if that occurs in between siblings?

So anyway, according to my fathers request served to me Penang style, I will be moving back in with my brother and two cousins. Hmmm... Lets see what happens then.

Apart from that, i have proudly found a profound new hatred towards... kittens. Those fucking cute fluffy kittens. I swear to god I'm this *Points towards space in between cells* close to throwing that fucked up creature off the 9th floor. Lets see how many lives you got asshole!

Lets start from the beginning. My housemates came back from another city with a kitten. Hmmmm, fine by me, they are pretty adorable (Note: The writer has been foolishly deceived by the cat, in common Malay terms: Dianjingkan. Or should that be dikucingkan? Back to the story.) So, with that, the kitten has officially been adopted. Things went fine until at certain times of the day it'll go missing without a trace. Time for solving the mystery of the vanishing kitten. One fine day, i was chilling in my room and heard these rustling sound from under the bed. Yes, i was fucking afraid. I thought it was a demonic rabid mouse digging a hole through the wooden floor. So i looked for the source and there she was, a nice little kitty. Wait, it has add-ons. A piece of fucking turd coming out of its fucking ass! (Note: The author is trying very hard to refrain himself from looking for the kitten and strangling it.)

Is it just me or is that just plain fucked up? Why my room? Why my fucking room? Why? I threw the fucker out and soaped my hands till i lost my fingerprints after that. So i told my friend. He cooly asked:

So where did it shit after that?

Uh, i may be a human of many objectives but stalking a kitten and finding out where it shits every time is not one of them. People never cease to amuse me... I have no beef against keeping pets but letting it roam free and shit in my room? That's... beyond words. That's like trying to understand bloody Picasso's fucking abstract paintings. That also added to my resolve of moving back into my old house... and making me hate kittens.

I dunno, but to me, when you take a living thing under your care, of course its good. You shelter it blah blah blah but you also automatically shoulder the burden of another important thing: Responsibility. You are in charge of its life. Its not just a play thing. A kitten that shits is not a fucking rag doll!

So i end this chapter with shitting kittens... What a pain...

The Israeli-Palestine Conflict

Hmmm quite an interesting topic eh? You see, i had this conversation with a MARA scholar last week or so, and this was how it went:

Me: Shit, McDonalds in Egypt is fucking awesome man! The patty is(goes on jabbering bout McDs)
MS: Ummm... You go to McDs?
Me: Fuck yeah... Who doesnt?
MS: Oh... Well you know, not may muslims go there... Since its owned by Jews...
Me: So?
MS: Dont you think we have to boycott them?

So anyway, this opened my eyes to how people perceve the Israelis. Well, Malays that is... Fuck, I was pissed. I asked him to shut up and listen to what I had to say.

Me: That is so fucking stupid... Its hilarious if you were joking but your not, which is fucked up... I dont fucking blame the Jews for being fucking good businessmen. And bout the Palestinian thing, You fucks are blaming the wrong fucking party. Take this as an example, a rich guy comes to a homeless you and tells you that he has a house for you, free of charge, no questions asked. What do you do?
MS: No, you dont understand, its-
Me: You fucking take the offer, cut the crap. If you dont, you are just a bloody retard. Turns out, this house belongs to someone else. So obviously this dude is gonna be fucking pissed, true? I mean you barged into HIS house and lives there? What the hell? But you are not moving out either be cause, hell, luck of the fucking Irish. So who do you blame? Right now you know exactly who but then due to your anger, you blame each other. Both parties are innocent man. You just gotta think.
MS: But in the Holy Quran, the Jews are labelled as the greediest people in the world.
Me: Dude, if you arent greedy, can you be a successful businessman?
MS: Mind-Fucked

Get my point?

The egyptian episode

Egypt... Land of the prophets... All that? Hell yeah. Basically the first impression anyone would get(well, anyone except for egyptians...) of egypt is:

1. Sandy deserts with sandstorms and shit like that
2. pyramids
3. skeletons in the sand
4. women in ninja suits, i mean, fully covered except for their eyes.

not exactly wrong that is, but in the event of you getting to where i am, that is Alexandria, its a whole different story. Lets see, seaside, no pyramids, sand... ummm lets leave that to that, and women here are very liberal. Most of them wear the hijab, headscarf, but there is none that would come to you and say 'hey motherfucker, why the free hair?' or 'hey motherfucker, why did you pierce your ear?'(for guys). In reality, the ones who do this are sadly, our own people, the malays of malaysia. I will save that for another entry, believe me, i can go on and on about it... But right now, this entry is solely for egypt, and so far, egypt has offered me so many, opened my eyes to reality and i believe it has more in store. From the random walks around town to just chilling out at the coffee shop(fucking good coffee at that) egypt has truly wowed me.

It survived another day.

Yeap as the title explains, this piece has survived another day. An achivement? Maybe. I am not one who knows the value of an achievement because an achievement leads to another achievement until finally; failure, and the achievements in the past years mean nothing.

Went to sleep yesterday with a sledgehammer pounding against my skull, its a wonder i had the chance to fall into the welcoming oblivion. And coming out alive i guess... Why the headache? No, i am not a 100% sure but it could have started as a minor one, amplified by my constant thoughts of it. Yup, maybe, never underestimate the power of the mind. Oh, and i slept on my friend's bed, never knew where he slept...

Woke up this morning, everything was ok. Well, if you wake up at 2.30, everything is bound to be ok right?

And so, 'Let There Be Light'.

It begins. Will it end? Heck, how the hell should i know. People always ask me 'does it end?' every single time i say it begins but i could only answer: Well, lets see if it survives another day, and another, and another, (attention: this will never end) until finally it ends, an abrupt stop, in which everybody will know that, yes, the end. Finito. My point is that one shouldn't ask the ending; why spoil it, you see, and just stay in the present. That way, you ain't gonna miss shit, you know what's going on, you are happy, everybody smiles. Well, excluding the dead guy sprawled in the drain...
Anyway, rambling has always been apart of me, so live with it. Can't expect me to please everybody when i haven't even come a breath's distance to pleasing myself. Wait, what am i talking about...
Welcome! Yes, that was what i intended to say. This may not be what some might label as The Blog but, sorry to say this (i'm not, believe me, it's just my way of making people happy and then manipulate them), i don't give a flying fuck. I'm only doing this due to the oppurtinities that come out of it and no, im not going to explain them. Why bother? That, you who stares at the screen, is the question evertbody should be asking themselves. You make people happy but you are constantly depressed. So why bother. YOU come first. Do not waste time defending others who (make sure of this) will not care if you have eaten your lunch or not.
Again, the ramblings... once again, welcome, if you feel offended; leave, contented; stay, neutral; make a decision.

P.S. : I dont use proper grammar here, currently my head is literally pounding. I know! Why dont you use this as a grammar homework? No? Yeah, thought so...