What is the deal

Im not the type who would attend weddings, but I recall that it was only a few years back that weddings only happened during weekends. What is the deal now that we have weddings on workdays?!! Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday all have weddings. And what is the deal with the boys and guys these days wearing half cara melayu?!! – only the top paired with skinny jeans and funky shoes, sometimes just flip flops. What an eyesore. 

So I asked my 16 year old nephew what is the deal. He answered, firstly, he hates being dragged to weddings; secondly, the elastic waistband of the cara melayu pants is uncomfortable to the skin; thirdly the pants no longer fit (too short, too small); fourthly too lazy to iron; and finally when he tried it once, his parents didn’t seem to be bothered. So…there you go.

Virtual Rioting

So last Sunday 14 April 2019, WhatsApp, Instagram and Facebook were down from 6-9 pm which seemed to have caused a lot of “rioting” all over the world. It even made it to the front page of Borneo Bulletin on the next day. I still struggle to make sense out of this. Why was it such a big deal. Yes, I would be restless if the entire Internet was down. But, on that night, it was not like the end of the world for me. Without WhatsApp I could still use SMS to contact people, send them emails or just give them a call. My theory is, these hardcore social media users thought that their “friends” would die of curiousity if they didn’t know where everyone was and what everyone was doing. Well, trust me people, they actually don’t care. They “liked” your posts because they wanted you to “like” their postings back. The more likes they get, the more they feel like their existence are validated. The truth is, there are no friends, just interests. So if you see me liking your post, I actually don’t give a shit.

Sticky Situation

People say always be patience and never give up. Experience taught me this is easier said than done. Yesterday, when trying to stick some labels, I struggled to find the edge of the sticky tape. I rolled and rolled and rolled it trying to feel where the edge was with my nail. After a while, I threw the tape on the floor.

Never Enough…

People say you don’t know what you have till its gone. Well, I knew what I had, a loving, humble and selfless dad. But he is still gone. I remembered when I spoke to him on the phone, even during his healthy years, I was holding my tears, knowing that time with him was limited. Now, the years after he was gone were and are still painful, no time is ever enough. He used to make trips to Belait market, just to buy headless pusu for my mom. I was a teenager but yet I gladly joined him. Back then, the drive felt like hours, we didn’t speak much in the car, but I enjoyed every second. I missed my dad…

Hi-Lo

Today’s highs – peaceful Friday, got to see papua boy, enjoying lok-lok.

Today’s lows – seeing two roadkills (dreamt for a roadkill free world), Casper peed on my printer.