Eff Emm Elle

Buttons' ass in the picture

Yeah, What the dousche? This will be the LAST TIME I EVER attempt to do ANYTHING about IKEA's Do-It-Yourself crap. While trying to pry the hinge off the bed with a screwdriver, the hinge popped off resulting in the screwdriver dashing forward towards my left hand's second finger that was waiting in anticipation with open arms.

And The List Has Not Ended...

I just found out TODAY during dinner with Princess and her friends that I have a wound underneath my tongue.

Eff
Emm
Elle

And Major Clumsy Strikes again.

While trying to fix his bed.

Before

After

Bandages not really doing justice.

The Amazing Walk

Last night, I went to bed with the intention to get 3 things done today
1) Pass up Princess' enrollment form along with mine
2) Get my laundry done
3) Buy food for Buttons

I then woke up this morning, wishing that I did not have those intentions. Bah, I was lazy. Probably because I have taken it for granted for so long. Since Princess, Rue and Anthony are always willing to ferry me around, I have not walked on my own two feet for a very very long time.

Warning: Objects in the map may be a lot bigger than they seem

Tada, this would be the route that I took. Practically took a tour round Bandar Sunway. Dropped my laundry off at the dobi next to my house, walked over to the College itself to hand in the enrollment forms, and finally walked to pyramid to buy Buttons' food.

While walking to Pyramid, it dawned upon me that I was feeling very nostalgic about this route. The route starting from Sunway's side gate through all the old apartments ending up at Pyramid would be the route that I used to take every time I wanted to go to Pyramid back in 2003, my first year in college.

It also struck me shortly after which that I suddenly feel different about walking. Then I figured it is probably because Princess has always been so caring, insisting to fetch me to class and back, and many a time to go pak thor as well. This would be the reason I have not walked for a while, I told myself.

In all my years of tertiary education, I have never once had a car, nor have I ever insisted that I should have one. My dad has always tried to make sure that we live within walking distance from wherever we study so that a car would never be necessary. Which would be why I had gotten so use to commuting from A to B and back to A again.

Then it got me thinking even further. I always wanted to have my own mode of transportation. I never really liked relying on other people as it did not feel good. And due to our remarkable city planning that was probably completed within a 3 and a half minute meeting., there are destinations that cannot be accessed through the medium of railed transportation.

Then my brain persisted on thinking EVEN further. Throughout my tertiary life, I always liked upgrading my mobile phone:

2003: 6800

2004: 7200

2005: 6630

2006: n73

2007: n95 8gb

2009: n97 (waiting since 2008 =.=)

Then it struck me how annoyed I would always get when people would make a big fuss about the money I spend on my phones. Yes, I know they cost about RM2000 on average, and they were all paid for with my own cash, not my dad's. But think about it this way, I have never had a car to drive, and even if I did, RM2000 would be barely enough to make it through half the year on petrol alone.

Many people do not know how lucky they are to get their own brand new bumper car as soon as they pass their driving examinations. Instead they want to compare with other people over other petty things like how often that person buys new mobile phones. If you have so much free time, how about you start counting your own blessings before you take the liberty of counting others'

I did spend the last 2 months stressing over my future pay vs. the fixed cost I would have to pay. It comes as no surprise to me why non-Selangor people usually end up returning to their hometown to work. For us to work in KL, lodging comes as a fixed cost probably ranging anything from rm300-rm500 per month depending on location. Furthermore back at home, we have the privilege of using family cars to transport ourselves.

But God answered my prayers, and my mum told me that when my sister goes overseas to pursue her studies, my beloved car will be given back to me so that I will not have to incur any car installments as soon as I begin working.

The Epitome of Clumsiness

Today while going to give Princess a hug on my bed, I, clumsily, rammed my left foot straight into my dumbbell that I usually leave just beneath the foot of my bed. I literally let out a roar of pain, scaring her for a micro second. Only when I did come to my senses, did I realise that the top right bit of my left foot's third toe nail had been, well, knocked hard enough to cause it to bleed.

Blood's not so obvious cause I washed it while bathing, which equally, was not pleasant

Not the first time I've been this clumsy. In fact, I am actually very clumsy with my legs. My Penang house has this wooden plank of wood, or sometimes marble, about 1 foot tall, at the base of all the walls. And almost everytime I turn a corner in my house, for some reason, one of my feet will always lag behind and/or my body will turn round the corner too quickly, resulting in the lagging foot ramming straight into the wooden/marble bottom of the wall.

Followed by a long groan of pain, my mum would always have something to say about it.

About 10 years ago, she would say, "My poor yun, (I am called yun as I had the inability to pronounce 's' when I was young, and always replacing it with a 'y', thus son became yun) are you ok?"

About 5 years ago, that gesture of concern became a more impatient and less sentimental one. She would say, "Please walk properly and stop being so clumsy"

Eventually, even now, she has given up on concern and has decided to just go along with, "Will you stop hurting my house?"

Oh well, I suppose this would be an appropriate time to say something like fml.

On another note, to prolong the unfortunate series of events, it dawned upon me that my keys had gone missing, in my own room. I searched high and low but alas, my search bore no fruit. fmlx2.