Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Well, it's my first time in a long time going back to Malaysia during the weekdays. And not in the wee hours for that matter. And you know what? The journey was crap. Seriously. 'Cause 950 passes by the bus stop at my area, I thought I'd take it. Bad move, 'cause even though it's just two stops from Causeway Point, the bus was nearly packed when I boarded! As if that wasn't enough, Marsiling MRT had a lot of people board, packing us worse than sardines. And upon reaching Woodlands Centre, it was horribly jammed (damn you Mas Selamat), and the bus driver didn't open the doors to let people walk to the checkpoint. Geez! So I had one hand carrying my laptop (which isn't light by the way) and the other carrying my PSP which I hadn't had time to put in my bag due to the nutso people.
The slow wait wasn't comfortable either. Some old geezer in front of me kept "tsk tsk tsk-ing" because of the terrible jam and that just annoyed me after his 100th "tsk". I mean aw man, have some variety. He really sounded like a broken telegram. He somehow managed to make the "tsk" with the exact same monotone too. Zzz. Then another guy had his back facing my arm, and I couldn't put down my laptop bag on the floor without majorly wiping his, you know... so to be considerate, I held my bag, which was wearing my arm down by the minutes. It was terribly annoying, 'cause if he could just shift a few centimetres, I could have a relaxed arm. The heat from the people was causing me to sweat also, adding to the discomfort. At least I managed to beat Scotty Nguyen in heads up poker on my PSP!
Anyhoo, checkpoint hasn't changed much. Except this time, while exiting, we have to take a thumbprint, which I believe is scanned against Mas Selamat's. I assume that because I saw his wanted picture on the desktop of their computer, and when the thumbprint is taken, it's scanned side-by-side with a thumbprint beside it. Maybe it's to check if he's changed his looks a bit? I don't know... but its a little late if you ask me. It's been close to a month since he's escaped and only now they put it up? Or maybe that's just ignorance on my part. I haven't gone back to Malaysia the normal way in a long time.
I took a bus back home and walked through the dark short cut again, where I was nearly robbed twice last time. Daring it to happen again? Sorta =x. Nothing happened though. Thank God.
Well, slacked at home most of the days. Enjoying air-con after such a long time, and cleaning up my room a bit. My bed is still freaking comfy. Not for dreams though. My first night back, I had a dream I was in a forest with two people (forgot who) who accidentally bumped into some campers. These campers had a really bad attitude and one of them pushed me, so I pushed him back and we got into a fight. Well, after a while, I managed to grab his head and smash it on a tree, ending the fight. We retired at a treehouse (magically appeared). After sleeping a short while the guy I fought came in with a butcher knife! WHAT THE. WHAT'S A BUTCHER KNIFE DOING IN MY DREAM?! Geez, he promptly chopped both of my friends and sliced my arm. While he was halfway slicing it again, I took the knife and well, do unto others as they do unto you (or in this case, your dream friends). I did a lot of horrible things to him, and added some vandalism to his corpse after that. When I woke up, my shoulder was bleeding. Yikes. Weird nightmare.
Got a haircut today, and finally shaved. Zzz. I think that should keep my cellgroup happy. The journey back was a surprisingly peaceful one. Although I brought my umbrella, when I walked out of the house it stopped raining -.-. Lazy to bring it back in the house so I thought I'd just bring it to Singapore. The bus journey was super fast (wish they'd drive with that kinda speed when I still went in and out for school) and the checkpoint was empty even at 6pm. Nothing interesting happened. Except, I was walking towards the scanning area, and there was a really pretty girl behind me. So after scanning the bags I turned to get a better look, and *BANG* my shoulder hit the glass doors -.-. Gosh, I felt like such an idiot.
Oh well. Big Mac at Causeway Point kept me happy. Heh. Easter's coming soon. God bless us all. It's almost been a year that I began typing properly in my blog. I know that made no sense at all. Yeah, shoot me.
Oh yes, one last thing. There's something hidden in my blog. Think you can find it?