In the morning…

The glare was killing, the hunger staggering (had I been on my feet at that time) and the music irritating. And I thought I caught wisps of my brother singing as well. At 6 a.m. in the morning? You got to be kidding me.

I tried turning away, shifting to positions with hopes that the light would not reach my eyes. But sleeping on the top bunk of a double-decked bed 3 feet away from the dazzling light… sometimes it’s just too much. I’d plunge my face into the pillow, but if there’s something I hate while attempting to sleep under difficult circumstances is restricting my breath and ultimately suffocate myself to ‘sleep’.

And I’m hungry. Very hungry. Stomach-dissolving sort of hungry, where you can feel the digestive juice literally slopping against your interiors anticipating your very first morsel of food. Which is rather, erm… rare, if I may say, for someone of a massive gut like me (or is it the other way around?). But wait, I had not eaten anything proper apart from a late-night cup of chocolate yesterday after my late lunch/early dinner of sate. I guess that explains it.

Michelle and Amanda had dropped by yesterday for some Kajang food (possibly the only good thing in this town). We didn’t eat until 4, though, because the H.J Samuri restaurants don’t serve until then due to the fasting season. In the meantime I took them to my home, and dad even got to meet them (Michelle looked stunned at dad, and said that he looks very young O.o). We spent hours at the restaurant, eating and chatting like we always do, and then we went off to hitch Pei Ling to another restaurant and had a drink there. The girls didn’t leave until after 8, and we had time to pay a short visit to Pei Ling’s house. Perhaps the best day I had in this Goddamn holiday.

Eventually the lights went off, the music died and my brother exited the room in reasonable fashion. Sleep should’ve come in torrents of bliss, like falling into the greeting arms of Pamela Anderson as she holds me to a makeshift water pillow of her enormous bosoms (albeit synthetic ones… what’s synthetic?). But curses. Bubbles of colours were dancing around my closed eyelids, occasionally morphing into shapes that strangely resemble Powerpuff Girls. I Write Sins Not Tragedies (by Panic! At the Disco) is annoyingly stuck in my head. And I’m hungry. Very hungry. Stomach-dissolving sort of hungry, where you can fee- wait I said that before. Ignore.

Panic ran through my veins as my dick suddenly disappeared. WTF I uttered.. fuck… what the fuck is happening. It must have been my imagination I thought, but nevertheless… it is real. I’m a dickless bitch now. And without my dick, my balls hid behind my pubes in desperation to cower from the sudden emptiness.

Fuck bro, GET OFF MY LAPTOP!

*ahem*

Anyhow, sleep had eluded me, so I thought it best to wake and perhaps have a glass of milk to stifle my stomach’s groaning demands. Rachel had popped me an IM sometime at 2 in the morning, which I had not been able to reply. Sigh… I haven’t been able to properly chat with her for more than 5 minutes since the holidays, thanks to a bout of untimely bad luck. Sorry Rae. I shunned the milk idea and had a cookie instead.

It was still too early for me to drive to town and get breakfast for the folks, so I took the time to read the online Powerpuff Girls doujinshi.

Before you barf about due the idea of it, let me first tell you that it’s very much unlike the TV series (or that Demashita! PPG Z version). It’s very much darker, anime-style artwork and with a ton of other Cartoon Network characters thrown together. Can’t picture it? Let’s imagine Samurai Jack as the school gym teacher, an older Dexter who’s cool and LOOKS cool, Invader Zim who’s forced to do some servant labour and a plethora of major cameos from others like Time Squad, Megas XLR, etc. I’m glad I knew enough of them to appreciate it (it’s been years since I watch something from Cartoon Network… dad cut it from Astro years back).

I also took the time to watch the anime Michelle borrowed me… and it was… graphic …

If I said I enjoyed it, I may be severely misunderstood. Very severely.

The haze was light this morning as I drove mom to the market, and on top of Bukit Mewah the town looked like a quaint neighbourhood engulfed by fogs of a winter morning. Had my early morning bliss at the chee cheong fun stall, which was so busy I had to cut the stuff myself (it wasn’t as easy as it looked). I practically ate under people’s arm flitting above me to passing plates of their selected yong tau foo picks. I was rather surprised by the chee cheong fun auntie’s English. Pardon me firstly, for I had a shallow speculation that above middle-aged Chinese ladies selling goods/food at the morning market only know enough English to state the prices of their products. But auntie proved me wrong, because she spoke very well indeed. I wonder if it’s because a good bulk of her customers are Indian uncles and aunties.

The hustle and bustle of it all, coupled with my immense sleepiness was soon too much to bear with my pathetic blubber of a body, and by the time I got home I slept all the away into noon.

Thus ends my morning, and the beginning of a noon/evening/night as dull as grey in a shade of grey.

College is another day away, and the time table is crap this semester. Sigh.

Goodnight people.

Word of the Day:

concinnity

1. Internal harmony or fitness in the adaptation of parts to a whole or to each other.
2. Studied elegance of design or arrangement -- used chiefly of literary style.
3. An instance of concinnity.

Song of the Day: Country Roads by John Denver

Movie of the day: Whisper of the Heart (a coming of age story about discovering yourself and the hardships that follow the path you choose, all told in glorious animation and colour by the great folks of Ghibli Studio. 5 out of 5).