quaint melody | A Malaysian's life in the bungy land

I was going to write a reasonably long post, so quickly ran to the kitchen to make myself a nice and warm lemon drink(summer is coming, have to cool down first ma), rushed upstairs to the office, adjusted the seat(some tall giant was sitting on it before me shorty ler) and sat down comfortably. Eh, why the speed slow like turtle one? Dammit, someone went overenthusiastic in downloading movie data and used up all the bandwidth for today. My stupid package only allows me 2 G per day, exceeds that, and get promptly reduced to 64k for a day, like stone age like dat! So no show for my gazillion photos now, it takes eternity to just log onto my photobucket account. Come back later for nice nice photos ok?!

here’s a tiny preview

Where have I been? Is this blog dead? Getting so sick of looking at the same post every damn time you came here didn’t you?! Well, I’m very sorry for disappearing into thin air during the past weeks. For some inexplicable reasons, I needed to have some alone time with myself. The most I can say is, life throws us a curve ball out of nowhere every now and then, we just need to deal with it our own way. Well, I’m back now, that’s what counts right?! So, prepare yourself people, here comes my endless bla again!

I would like to thank those of you who sent emails, messages and comments to me during my absense. Sorry for being non-responsive, but rest assure that I read every single one of them. Your kind gestures really touched my heart.

Life is a never ending journey, I go on one step at a time, dealing the hands that’s been dealt to me.
Still in the thick of winter weather, but spring is nigh.

It’s one of those day. Everything seem to be gloomy and sorrowful. In a dark place, where tears are constantly flowing. Dark clouds are gathering around me. I’m afraid I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel right now.

Keep telling myself to stay on the bright side, I do. I am hang in there, I really am. Just give me some time. I’ll be ok. I promise.

thoughts darkness

As you can see, I haven’t been posting regularly as usual. I am going through moments of mental shut-down recently. Not feeling like going out or interacting with anyone, basically rejecting any form of social interaction. Just want to shut off of everything and live in my own shut down world. I think I’m going through a heavy case of social withdrawal syndrome right now. Normal self will be up and running in a few days.

Please pardon my craziness, I’ll go and stare at the walls for a little while.

social withdrawal syndrome

I did not sleep well last night. The nice people over at CCTV inspections decided to do their pipe cleaning and inspections at 10pm. The loud noise continued to well after midnight at around 2am and started again at 5am! Are you freaking kidding me?! To create such loud noises at these hours in a residential area, on a week night no less! And guess what? It will continue to 12th of June. Yeah!

I am already sleep deprived! So I woke up this morning, lack of sleep, grumpy and frustrated. Let’s just say there’s a weird sight of huge panda walking around the metro area today.

Yes, that’s our brand spanking new recycle bin. As you know, I wrote in my previous post that our recycle bin got stolen for the SECOND time. So there I was calling the city council telling them I needed another bin because my replacement got stolen again. The guy who answered the phone laughed out loud and said the new one would be delivered to me in 5-10 days. Judging by his laughter, I guess it happens a lot. There are a lot of ridiculous bin thieves out there. Bah! Somewhere out there, there’s a house fulled of new bins. Maybe the thief is trying to use the bins to build a big fort to set a Guinness world record. Ha.

Anyway, as you can see I have written our house number on both sides of the bin THICKLY with an extra-black marker. Hopefully this one won’t suffer the same fate with its peers.

recycle bin thief

Something ridiculous happened today, or should I say happened again.

Here in NZ, we are given a wheelie bin (a big lidded rubbish bin with wheels) and green bin for the recyclable items. The city council allocated a collection day for each suburb and we have to put both the wheelie and green recycling bins before 7am on that day. The rubbish collection day for my area is Friday. As we live in an enclosed community housing area, we need to take the recycling bin out to the road side. Not the big wheelie bin though as the mechanical rubbish collector truck will come in for that. So, normally what most people do is to bring the bin out on Thursday evening, and collect it during the following evening after we are back from work. Sounds pretty simple right?

Except our recycle bin got stolen, for the SECOND time! Can you believe it? STOLEN, RECYCLE BIN! Now, not that I’d condone it, but I could at least see the point if we needed to pay for the bin. BUT the bin is FREE! It’s freaking free, people! All the bins are provided by the city council for free. If yours get lost or damaged, just make a call and they’ll deliver a spanking new one to your doorstep. So there’s really no need to steal here. I could force myself to understand when it went missing the first time around, as the marking on the bin was almost gone so someone might have mistakenly took it. But this time, we clearly marked our house number on the bin with a thick, black waterproof marker. STILL, someone had the nerve to steal it! Of course, being the human nature that is, we occasionally let someone put their recyclables in our bin. I don’t mind that as our bin is never full, but steal it?! For the the light of me, I can’t figure out why?! Do they run out of storage boxes in their home or something? I am just lost for words. It never seizes to amaze me what people do these days.

Now, where’s the damn phone number to call for the replacement bin, again.

As you all know I am leaving tomorrow night. As the hour draws closer, my heart becomes heavier. I can’t possibly put my feelings into words, but I’ll try. It has been a really long time since I’ve stayed at home for an extended period of time. Ever since I finished high school actually. I went to college in Kuala Lumpur and after that, in New Zealand. I almost can’t believe it’s been 9 years! (Yea yea, that kinda gives away my age, but who cares?! ) 9 long years I’ve been away from home. It’s so good to be home finally and be able to spend some uninterrupted time with my parents, although it is under these circumstances, but still, good times.

After almost 3 months of spending time with my family, it’s so hard to say goodbye once again. Harder than I’d imagined. As the date of departure draws closer, I find myself getting reluctant to part. I can feel the sadness in the air. Every corner I turn, there’s something that reminds me of the good times I’ve had. The familiar scent, the old photos, every turn and corner, even the dying plants in front of the house could trigger a sense of nostalgia.

After so many goodbyes over the years, I have still not gotten used to it. I don’t think there’s any getting use to when it comes to parting with loved ones. There’s a Chinese saying, the toughest thing in life has got to be parting, alive or death. I know I am having a really hard time to part this time, the hardest yet. Please don’t ask me why we choose to be so far away and be apart from our loved ones. Things just work out to be this way, at least for now. We certainly hope to be re-united with our family and never to be parted again in the near future. Wish us luck! For now, I just have to hold back my tears and walk to that departure gate strong and brave.

So goodbye my homeland, my families and my friends, till we see again…

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