one factor missing

i miss my Internet, really.

for the past 2 weeks, i have been moving to a new block in the same apartment, so i had to carry sofas and refrigerators and etc and push it along using the little trolley we bought at macro (or was it "cauliflower"?)

so I've been a labourer and being the middle man for both the housing agent and the landlord. the landlord... more like Gaylord. i hate that guy... i mean who paints the front door grill green?

being the middle man sucks. you get complaints from both sides.
my mother is my owner. she blames me for everything that goes wrong in the new unit. I'll have to phone the Gaylord every time there is problem with the delivery of washing machine (they are "not sure" where the KLCC park is), the electrical sockets (the electrician is a retard. he places sockets in the most non-strategic places you can think of.), or the telephone line (one of the phone socket is dead. retard electrician again)

*now i am thinking about deleting this post because I sound like a pansy... OK change topic.





you know people, swimming in the dark is quite a nice thing to do when you have no entertainment.

its as if you have ventured into a different dimension. dark silence.

its quite unnerving to hear yourself swim. it seems so loud in the dark. almost feels as if someone or something else is swimming with you.

quite scary if you've seen Japanese horror movies, since we think ghosts are attracted to water. well, perhaps it may sound absurd in the warmth of home (with Internet in front of you) but you feel pretty superstitious at the time.



its not "wierd". its "new" ok!




oh yeah and i went hiking to "sungai chilling", organised by John Hoe.
lots of river-crossing, waterfall, and even a shotgun. hurrah to John lah.

shotgun.
when given such a rare experience of a gun pointed at you, you don't really feel fear. rather, you get someone saying to you "he has 2 bullets, shall he shoot twice(and you are not dead yet), you have some time to make some action. the distance between the bus and the guy is around 20 meters. if you sprint you can get there in less than 5 seconds.", and "

i think that voice would be the death of me in the future.

but really, we knew he wouldn't shoot, and that the best thing to do was to take a mental note of his plate number, or video-tape it. silly me.




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