'Tis what? Oh, a post! OH! A POST! I'm baaaaack. Betcha missed me! Hmm? Oh you- I don't think you heard my questi- oh... so, um... no? Not even a teeny tiny bit? I- I see, uh, well, *ahem* now that's, uh, you know... But really? Lik- yeah I was about to talk about something else anyway so its cool.
'Tis was a most eventful week. I did not complete everything I set out to do though, yet to run the 2.4, finish the story and get new speakers. The lattest is understandable, such things take time cannot be rushed needa look around for My Perfect Speakers.
'Tis was a most wonderful week, I found so much more time than I thought existed. I realized, when I'm sitting around, I tend to go Tech to fill the void. Turn the computer on, thinking I might get something done, play the iPoop, wo'eva. But consciously avoiding these things! Now that was fun and interesting and like an early semi-Ramadhan. Its there but no touchy. Other people might be eating (I choose to think of it as post-Ramadhan period, the Puasa Enam Marathon) but you gotta noteat.
'Tis a fact every sentence has started with 'tis and I'll keep it up whether it makes sense or not. Alas I couldn't stay completely tech-free, with things to attend to and such. I considered ignoring the Sultan of Brunei's call but he's been such a wonderful friend, I couldn't just leave the phone to ring. Turns out he really needed to know something, so the short call was wervvit after all.
'Tis was interesting how I could still manage to SLEEP LATE a few times, it being Sleep Early Week. I gotta work on that. Now would be a good time to start but ohh come onnn I'm in the middle of a post. It. Cereal. Not.
'Tis was 'tis 'time 'tat I gotted the times to thinks abouts things. And the age-old Family Thang came up again. On Saturday I gymmed with Shifu Zul. After eating and praying it was approaching 8. And on the train home I was called from home (haha) to join my family at Pastamania cos sooomebody felt like having Pastamania for Pastadinner. So I was all Good Family Guy Of Course I'll Join You Even Though I'm Full and eventually looked forward to it. Eventually = 10 mins.
'Tis but when we finally sat down everyone started to show their irritating behaviour; I did my best to be patient and it helped that I was really tired, and that at least Fahim was behaving rather normally (yeah WOW. Maybe cos he wanted to go there in the first place, so why be a pain in the arse?). Every now and then someone had to do something really annoying and I'd have a hard time figuring out how to react appropriately.
'Tis was a good night anyway, overall, especially the parts where everyone was really EATING and not doing something while eating. Like talking or whatnot. Come to think of it we're not really the eating kinda family. Food is food, we don't go all out to MAKAN (gosh I hate that word now, how everyone says it even if its the ONLY. FRIGGING. MALAY WORD they know. FUCK YOU AND YOUR MAKANS) so often, and are quite easily satisfied. Once in awhile someone might crave something but the person will not go crazy. Anyway. (and one last time. Fuck all you people who only know how to eat eat eat eateat EAT. If that's your priority in life, if that's all you can be proud of, your huge belly and your stupid mouth and all the food you've eaten, and your lack of etiquette, then, really, with all my heart... fuck. you. Hahahhahahah that felt so awsm. Oops. Am I allowed to use the a-word? What happened to the season pass, how much is that?)
'TIS anyways, I started thinking about my family again. YES. I. LOVE. THEM. Nobody can deny that, especially me, since I know Fawaz inside-out more than he would like me to know, and more. Buuuuut then! There's always a butt, see. Buttsy. Butt to see.
'TIS ANYWAY! If I'm annoyed, it means I'm processing things the wrong way. People can give anything they want, that's external and you can't control it. A man can punch me and I can either take it and bleed
'Tis also a second point. They're family, we're related, I'm a genetic-inheritance vessel. What nonsense they possess I either possess in similar amounts, smaller amounts, or have suppressed. Which means I'm as capable as being as Merepek as them. Which ALSO means if I can't stop the rubbish within me, I can stop it within them. It just takes time, and we all know with time people grow up, and into the environment. As long as I take control of all the controllable aspects of our life, I can very much control how my family turns out in the long run. If I keep pissin' and moaning about this and that, they might not know, but they'll slowly feel it. Cos your thoughts are not as unfeelable as you think, and they got them Mind Vibes that be spillin' and can cause some serious trippin'.
'Tis so as long as I keep myself in check and set the 'good' example, things will eventually fall into place. They will grow out of their weaknesses, and we'll smooth out the rough edges and one day, fit perfectly well with each other's characters. Of course things don't always go as planned, but you gotta have faith man, Faith is Fun, and whatever happens, I would always prefer to know I did my best than wonder what would've happened if I had been a better person. This isn't self-blame, maybe not so much taking all the responsibility upon my shoulders and my shoulders only; rather it is doing what I'm capable of and what I can and should since everyone else doesn't seem to wanna do it. If I'm gonna rule the world I gotta start here. Hah.
'Tis also a sheesh-ing realization that people are still afraid for me. I'm growing up and looking forward to growing more, I'm very confident I can take care of myself and I'm mature enough to not get my ass whooped/screw up big time/be left groping in the dark, moist with long-time flowing tears of despair and loneliness. Soon I'll be in the Civil Defence, and people are already behaving like their 5-yr old is going on his first school camp, where he'll spend two whopping nights in school. What have I got to say about that? What the fuck have I got to say about that? This: Thanks for loving me so much, for who I am, and despite all that I am.
'Tis only been one lesson and already I'm freaked out. Firstly lemme say I love my students already, they're an incredible bunch, and I'm gonna do all that I can to make sure you get all that you can get from me. The freaky part is how Every. Single. One. Of them. Reminds me of someone. I'm not kidding. A lot of them LOOK so familiar, and that's strange enough. I cannot begin to describe the feeling that crept through me as the lessone proceeded. The wtf?! Its like I know you from somewhere, but I'm not sure I was there to begin with! I'm not joking, I'm really not, and the more I think of it the more I want to stop thinking about it because its so frustrating and weird and wow, I don't know. Just stop.
'Tis for the record that I tell you know how Tech-Free Week ended sliiiightly prematurely but only temporarily. Hahahah a short-term ending. I walked into the masterbedroom, the TV was on. Oh wait:
Note to self: if its a Thursday night and Bapak hollers at me in an urgent voice, from his room, to 'faster come here', its cos there's an Indian abomination of a Western icon of evil, a horror story unintentionally turned comedy. Farce. Shit. On TV, and its totally worth the sprint. Wtf man Indians, come on lah, why're yall so Goddamned LAME. WHOA WHOA WHOA hold your horses I'M INDIAN so I'll continue. I'll make a list of your shit sometime soon. But credit where credit's due, Indians are effing geniuses. You'd know if you know me CEYYYYYYYY k cut it out Fawaz people are leaving. Oh someone threw up. Well done, Doctor Says-all-the-right-things.
'Tis being Tech-Free Week I usually ignore or innocently look then silently chastize myself when I realize the sin I'm committing. But then. The TV was on, and on the TV, was Hairspray. HAHAHHAHA on the TV, I like how that sentence turned out. Bloody Hairspray. So I didn't give a shit about no technology, and I sat down to watch. But awhile later I got hungry and after eating forgot all about Hairspray. So ends my uneventful eventful premature semi-termination of what would've been, should've been, and well yeah was, in fact, a heck of an as-close-to-primitive-without-being-too-uncomfortable-as-I-can-get week. No strike that, the reasons for going 'tech-free' were:
1) Screen-staring. Bad for you.
2) Alternative entertainment.
3) See how much time could be freed.
4) Check if I was addicted.
5) Remind myself I am, in no way, addicted.
6) See if I felt like an addict anyway.
7) Do something new because like faith, Change is FUN!
'Tis that said, next week will be No Bathing Week. Oh the freedom, I can already smell it! Mmmm, and taste it... salty? Cinnamonny too, with a dash of Savoury to line the Sweet.
'Tis a joke. The Next Week will only start next week, because, technically, this week has started, and I don't wanna start a Week when a week's already been started, and has been in progress for 2 hours and 39 minutes. That all made sense you know, please read it again I'm proud of it.
'Tis time to stop, methinks. Till next time, take care and get your Omega-6. Fish-oil pill every morning, start now you won't regret. Bin doin' it? Well done, you!
'Tis and as always, I'll be watching, with my eyes my ears and my mind, whether you like IT or not, where IT = Information Technology. I'm still watching BYE
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