Writing

Sitting here in my room at 1:20am in the morning. I just wanted to belt out a few words before i go to sleep. I was just sitting in front of the computer, not really thinking or doing anything, just listening to music, when i felt like writing little nothings.

The holidays are in full swing for me. I know this because i am slowly losing my sense of time. Sometimes i really have to struggle to remember if it is a weekend or not. Not to say i am not enjoying this. Though by all means it has only been a week plus since i returned to Malaysia. I guess my holiday time table has been a bit skewered since cousins and grandpa from Johor visited us right on the first week i came back. Anyway, my real holiday plans starts tomorrow. Means i have to get up and start doing all the "productive" activities that i keep promising myself i'd do every holiday. I'll see how well this turns out. After all, there is still another 2 months.

My dad and younger brother is in the room next door watching football. I don't think i will really get the game ever. Cynically you might say it is a game of 10 men chasing a ball only to kick it away right after they got it, to 2 person who desperately doesn't want the ball anywhere the hell near them. Ahahaha. Just realised i lost passion for watching sports. Any sport. Well, maybe not ice skating. Nor badminton. But nearly all other sports.. bleagh.

I have this knot in me that needs untying, though i know not what it is. I feel like i have an issue with something, but i know not what. It is a rather passive discomfort, like there is a dim, unresolved issue lurking deep within me that may be 2 days old or something. Which is the main reason why i am writing this piece with no apparent association between paragraphs. I am sort of hoping i can pull it out by writing what is on my mind. No success yet. I hope i will remember what it is eventually.

On another note, i am rather exciteted about the possibility of getting a new laptop. It is rather materialistic, but i get a thrill whenever i think of having a new laptop, better than the old one, and me sitting there transferring all my stuff into the new one and personalising it. Its the process that excites me not the thing itself. However, i really do want a new one though. This one is almost 2 and a half years old, getting slow, and the memory space is rather limited. This computer would have been good for office and business work, which is precisely what it was originally for. But for a student like me who likes to collect random movies and cool junk, limited memory space is a big nono. Don't even have a 3D card. Speaker sucks too. Sigh.

We have a beanbag! It was quite odd. I visited Joshua's place and sat on his beanbag to play on the PS2. All the while i was thinking what a great idea it would be if i had a beanbag. And hey presto! when i came back to Malaysia i saw in my room a nice big beanbag sitting in my room. So cool. Comfortable as well. The only thing ever that isn't nice about beanbags is that it offers no support whatsoever when you want to get up. So make sure you get all the stuff you want like a drink, pillow, blankets, the game controller, the remote, snacks, air-conditioner remote, handphone, laptop, and whatever else you might need in a room well within reach before you sit down. Since it is so confortable to sit right into a beanbag, deeply embedded within. It is a bitch to get the beanbag so comfortable and you are in just the right position and you have to get up. Hahaha. Ok that is enough random beanbag comments.

Keegan is having a garage sale. Sigh. I wish i was back in Melb for a day. I love garage sales. There is just something unfathomly satisfying about browsing through other peoples rejects. It just reveals to you what kind of stages a family went through recently or a long time ago by looking at the stuff they bought. So fun. And somehow it is also comforting to know that someone had used it, and maybe loved it and had taken good care of an item before. I know it is certainly true on the matter of books.

I still can't believe how much i had taken our freaking LARGE house for granted. Of course, my house in Ipoh isn't THAT large. But it cetainly seems that way after living in a tuna-cannish apartment for the better part of a year. I went into the toilet and was like holy-goodness it is almost one and a half the size of my apartment room. Went to the kitchen and went OMFG i didn't realise it is bigger than the living room. Went to the living room "Walao it is as big than living the whole unit!" Haha. We have an Indonesian maid and i sort of forgot. Everytime i ate i'd look at the dishes and think "oh boy is this gonna be a pain to wash up afterwards" then realise "HEY I DON'T NEED TO WASH UP". But i didn't went and used a couple more dishes just for the fun of it because now i know how torturous housework is. Pity the maid really. Even if she is paid for it.

Getting tired of the PS2 for a while. All the button mashing has made the tips of my fingers sensitive. And sore. Especially the thumb.

Ok i think that is it for now. And it is STILL unresolved. Gah.