My sister's latest post kinda got me inspired to redo this again. I used to write quite frequently last year fictional blog entries of myself in the future, married and all, and living in England as a makeshift journalist(that was still struggling to get a novel published). So, here's a continuation:
20 years from now:
Sunday, 3rd May, 2026, 2am:
Phew. What a day. Well, I'm officially 36. That number seems...so old. It felt just like yesterday that I was only 16 complaining about my class back in Malaysia. Originally The Wife(who's now asleep in bed drunk but happy) and I had planned to celebrate the occasion with a candlelight dinner at the La' Vienz. But as fate would have it, Zakhren called on Saturday morning(3am, give or take), asking me to rush down to the hospital straight away. Nab was in labour.
The first thing that went through my head was, "Aww....Nab, of all the times..."
I carried little Cecil from his bed and put him next to his mother. It took abit of effort to look at how silly my two darlings looked in bed, drooling without a care in the world, and not laugh.
It took a little while to convince the dumb receptionist at the hospital that I was a friend of the couple. I had to call Zakhren to come down and tell the horrid woman that I was a peer of theirs. Zak came down quickly, and his face seemed whiter than usual. We waited in a lounge outside the delivery room for a few hours. At about 6am, I messaged the Home PC to inform my wife when she woke up that I was at the hospital with Zakhren. It went something like this:
"Dear. Nab's giving birth. Screams are scary. Zak's sitting next to me, and I think the only thing keeping him away from storming through the delivery room is a slap from Nab. Btw, bring Cecil down with you. I don't trust Fern with that kid. Remember the last time she babysat? hugs and kisses. bye."
As soon as I pressed the Send button, a shrill scream came from inside the room, followed by a woman shouting, "NOT SO HARD, YOU DONG!" Zakhren stood up, "I can't take it anymore, I gotta go see!"
I held him back and said what happened in there was not a sight for the weak hearted. "Trust me, you don't wanna go in there. When Cecil was being born, I felt the same too, and rushed in. Remember what happened that day?"
Zak stiffled abit, and retold the day "Yeah...you were lying on the hospital bed next to your wife's, weren't you? Fainted as soon as you got in and-
"Hit my head on a table, yes. Now, sit down, Nab needs you to be as calm as possible when she's done with this ordeal. Remember, you're about to be a dad. A father, Zak. You've got to take control of things. And now, it's a time to remain calm."
It took awhile before he finally nodded and sat down again.
By 7am they've had 4 different doctors changing shifts. We kept asking what was taking so long, but they kept saying the same thing, that the head was pretty big and, well...the passage was just not big enough for it to go through. They tried cutting, but Nab just wasn't for it. All they had now was to wait for the muscles to continue contracting till it(the baby) could at least slide through. Or somewhere along those lines, at least.
The Wife and Cecil came a little bit before 8, and I could tell from the little pike's eyes were that he didn't like his mommy waking him up that early in the morning. While The Wife sat with Zak and explained what was really going on in there(rather than him having to see it for himself), I brought Cecil down to the cafetaria for some breakfast. While sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, he asked me something that made me almost choke on my meal.
"Daddy, what's a vagina?"
Why'd a little boy his age even KNOW the word? Damnit Fern. No more watching Soap when he's over at your house.
I guess I'll just have to tell a white lie, and wait till he's a little older before he learns more about The Beautiful Cave. Maybe 9.
"Where'd you hear it from?" I asked first.
"Aunty Fern was watching something on a screen, and they kept saying the word. Is it a country?"
"Well, no son. In fact, it's a bad word. Sort of like the "f" word. Remember what we discussed about using that word a few weeks ago?
Cecil pouted his cheeks, held onto his bottom with both hands and nodded rapidly. It probably still sores.
"Yeah, so we really shouldn't say that word. Now, eat your breakfast. We better hurry up if we wanna take snapshots of Makcik Nabilah in a haggard state when they roll her out."
to be continued
Oh btw, did I mention that this is a MEME? Whoever is tagged will have to write a fictional post on themselves 20 years from now. Have fun =)
I'm only gonna limit my tags to 4 peepz, and let it grow on it's own. Anyone who wants to do the tag anyway, just do it =)
I've been listening to J.Lo's Operator, The Line is Dead for 4 days on my computer non stop. Even when I'm afk, I'll listen to it via headsets on my handphone or wireless headset(to com).
There's just something about a local artiste being able to produce a song that nice that gives me simple pleasures and a smile. Maybe the Malaysian media isn't all that's crapped out as it's meant to be. Then again, there have been a select few that stood out, like Sepet, among other Malaysian made shows that for some reason likes to have cartoons as their movie posters. Whenever I walk past a crappy malay movie poster after watching some big Hollywood movie, I'll go "pfft!".
Like how my BM tuitun teacher says, "Tayangan TV melayu tiada plot langsung. Cuma makan, pandu kereta tempatan, dan makan lagi."
On a totally differen't note, my sister has invited me to go for the bloggers meet. She said I'll meet peeps like Jasiminne The Penguin , Smashp0p , and even Chung Lern will be there. =) With these 3 happening to the best photographers with blogs I know. BUT, she said, "And I don't want you to be shy and sit in a corner by yourself, okay?"
Sigh. So I've been given a task by her to go around visiting blogs, and make friends. =( I've tried ProjectPetalingStreet once, an online blogging community, and despite it bringing me 10 unique visitors with almost a comment EACH less than an hour after I posted an entry, I'm kinda shy with people reading about what I write. =(
I used to be able to bash about Bumiputera rules, how dumb the goverment is, people I hate in school...but now I can't. Before I can say something to a friend in school, they'll say, "Hey, I liked your entry that day," or "Eh, fucker, take that away! My picture!!!".
I've even been recognized by a waiter in Subang Parade before. =(
My dad keeps asking me not to be so open with my blog, since it's a public place. I told him that it was nothing, since its just among friends...but now, I can't really say the same. Imran told me a few weeks back that he preffered my old way of writing, full of rude sarcasm, critic, and passion. I have to admit, I kinda agree with him. I don't really care about traffic, just the comments.
It's without a doubt that I'm a very controversial person. Disagreeing with something is not an argument I'm willing to back away from. And it's because of this, that I don't want to be too public. And...going out into the Malaysian blogging community, would make it that way.
Anyway, I'm gonna screw it, and write about something which I don't agree with and cause a flame war. I was thinking religion, but I've gotten a 70 comments bash on that b4 =) ,so I won't. Maybe MIC's president, hmm.
Being the freethinker that I am, I don't believe in materialistic realms where we are seperated after death. I do believe, however, in the state of heaven and hell. And in my case, I'm in hell.
I've got friends. Sure. Loads. Yet how many can tell me straight away, what's my birthdate? How many remembered last year? In form 3, only WanCi and Amanda remembered, while the rest didn't. Saufi constantly tells me that the class is looking out for me, but I can hardly figure that, by the transparent way I'm acknowledged. Sure, we sit together, but YOU being the "want to be with them" type, you won't talk to me, and you imagine as if I'm just a feather floating by, non interesting, non acknowledged.
I'm sick of doing nice things for people...
Good friends that I have, fate seems to drag me away from them. Suf, Nab, Zak...wtv. I used to think I was part of a group, but now it seems that I'm someone who's just a guest among them, not a part of it. The time that we get to spend together I'm not able to participate in, and even when I have the chance, things like going out for a movie with friends, or the Unity Dinner this Saturday that I was so looking forward to since I was gonna sit with my friends, was crushed by the fact that I HAVE to follow my family to Singapore on that VERY weekend.
A perfect time to spend with my friends, yet I have to fade away.
See how fate conspires?
I hate so many people.
Zakwan in Heaven.
*Hey Shungz, at least you've got friends that stick by your side, no matter how retarded the reason.
Well, they DID ask me if I wanted to go along with them to PD, but I refused.
Dad: Come la, my company annual trip.
Me: Don't want la...so sien. All the young kids... I'll probly be the oldest youngster there somemore. I'd rather stay at home...
Dad: But you'll get to sit with the Boss!
Me: Boss? Uncle Matthew coming to Malaysia just for this meh?
Dad: No, dong. Me la!
Me: =.="
So anyway, here I am, wasting away at home. The first time my parents left me home alone, I thought it'd be great loads of fun. Far from that really. I may be able to pull all-nighters on the ps2 and computer, but it makes you feel WASTED because there isn't a parent around to bug or discipline you.
And furthermore, meals are hard to prepare...
Ah, it's 6.10pm and I'm still in last night's sleeping clothes. Gotta bathe, so ciaoz
EDIT: Oh yeah, I forgot it was Amelia's birthday. It's YOUR SPECIAL DAY girl, hopw you had a blast =D
My cousin asked me today, "Eh kor, why are you still single?"
I wanted to tell her it was probly because of my face and attitude, but decided against it. I just told her wisely "I'm waiting for the right person. A few girls have asked me before, but I'd rather not jump into things..."
Well, it's kinda true. I haven't exactly been TOLD in the face by any girl before that they've liked me (as hard to believe as it is), but there have been cases where it's been kinda obvious, though I pretend not to notice and just continue on being friends.
I've never really pursued any girl besides 'her', because I find myself always comparing EVERY girl I meet with 'her'. Even if I'm not vaguely interested or find the girl cute, I'll still compare, and in the end, 'she' is always better.
Could this be the reason why I've been single my entire life?
My sister once asked if I'd treat the girl I married (if ever) as well as I'd treat 'her' now in school. And seriously, I wonder too. How'm I supposed to move on when I can't get 'her' out of my mind? Besides, 'she' and I aren't even close, and the only way I get to...erm...how should I say, "express" my feelings to her is with gifts. I'm too shy and too unnattractive to have the guts to even say "hi"...which is why many people think I'm treating her OVER the extreme. Au contraire, I hardly talk to her at all.
As for steady couples, most satisfaction can be gotten from just spending some short and simple time together, without a drop of money spent. Zakhren and Nab came to my house today, and GOD, it was just akward cos they kept snuggling, and the smallest thing Zakhren did would amuse her and they'd laugh for minutes. I can still smell them in my room as I type this =.="
So, the same cant be said between me and 'her'. You could say I'm sorta like Shung Jiu, giving gifts as a way of showing affection, but I don't EVEN DARE do what he does. Shung's said that I don't understand how he feels, but I really do. We're not able to offer the girl that we like the comfort and companionship of an interesting person that she'd like, so the only way we can make her happy or smile, is through gifts. It's sad, but it's what we do.
Seeing Piggy and 'her' last year always being together was pretty gruelling at first, and I'd go home, drop flat on my bed, and sob till my eyes were sore. As time went on, I accepted that she really has her own choice... so there's nothing I can do about it. I can just continue on giving gifts and doing special things for her if I wanted too, but nothing in the world by money could compare to having a person that she liked to be with her.
Heart, over materialism.
I've seen boys go like "Wtf la! I spent so much money on her and she just treats me like shit! Waste only."
Keeping my cool was pretty hard, because I was tempted to tell them off that a girl did NOT ask for you to like her, and she did NOT ask for the presents. YOU, the boy, gave her presents and gifts, and she did NOT ask for them. Accepting them is more than gracious enough, as she's tolerating with you. Any other girl would just slap the gift away from your hand and walk away, but at LEAST she humours you. In the end, you can't blame a girl for not liking a boy back because it comes down to the simple rule that she did not ask for it.
I say this from experience. If there's a girl you like that doesn't like you back, there's nothing you can do about it but keep trying. If you ask her why she doesn't like you, than that's just a suicide attempt on your chances.
Never blame the girl. You liked her in the first place, so it all roots down to your fault. If you say "she treats me nicely somtimes but on other occasions she treats me indifferently" than you're being a whiny bitch. Refer to my words, She never asked for you to like her.
I find it hard to believe, but from the moment I put down the phonecall with her, and thought to myself that this would be the longest thing I've ever waited for...half a year has already passed by so fast.
My hair's growing long at bad places. My hair is uncontrollable, with my mom being only content if I was cut nearly MONK-like...my moustache and beard are sprouting like mushrooms, forcing me to shave almost everyday.
But what I hate most is my hair on the legs. SuFern laughed her ass off when I wore short pants to jog with her. "You look gay!" she said. Sigh. It's damn hairy for a boy my age, and since my skin is pearl white, it makes it look like a pak kai. With fur. Ew.
So I took the plunge.
Lalang be gone!
It took me half an hour just to fully shave one leg...but I like the result =)
Tada! Clean and smooth. Softer than a baby's bottom. Seriously. I'm addicted to rubbing my hand against the skin to feel how smooth it is. =d
I look like as if somone has punched me on the face. Sigh. And no one did.
The sweet-apparently NOT innocent-Jade. With her, a dream boy her height =)
President of the Nothing Happens club.
And this picture of Zak is for Nab. Yes, squeal in orgamsic pleasure, Nab >=D
Nicolette snaps back at me.
These were just some pics from yesterday when Colin, the com club president, asked us to go to SUNWAY to get posters for the club message board. And then maybe a movie, food, drinks, more food, and shopping for a gift for KC.
I'm in a very hyper and overconfident mood at presently 8.54am. It could probably because I jaga malam at my Buddhist center and didn't have a blink of sleep, or maybe the mosquitoes that fed on my poor leg had some alterating gene. I can be... MOSQUITOEMAN. Bitten by a radioactive mosquitoe. I'll suck crime one by one! Nyahahah!
=) And while I'm having this overconfident mood, I'll say what I've never said in my entire life.
I'm damn handsome liao.
The following are pics are from my friendster account:
The last one abit cacat. But nevermind XD
Anyways, don't mind me. I'm just whoring my Friendster Profile, cause it's been dead since Amanda's testimonial in NOVEMBER last year. =( sad right?
I'll be back to my usual "i hate myself" mood soon enough, so no worries.
Edit 9.21am: Sigh. I hate myself =(
Just kidding.
Edit: Even though it's pretty obvious to me, I suddenly can't get this sentence out of my mind:
