Midnight Rescue

It was a lovely night, as the cool breeze brushes my face from the rain that drizzled from heaven. It was an awesome night for a ride on a bike and that was what I intended to do. So I got on my dad’s bike and started to Subang oh how glorious it felt to ride again. I love riding but was forced to give that up because I could not maintain a bike and a car. So I had to choose practicality versus enjoyment and wants. So I had to go with what was more practical… I went with the car. So I dearly miss the wind kissing my cheeks and the feeling of freedom that comes with riding a bike. Urgh! I miss those days where I feel that exhilaration everyday! Sigh, oh well I guess you give up certain things to grow up…. I hope I can ride free again one day …. maybe one day.

So anyway this night was the feeling I longed for in a ride. And empty highway as it was late on a weekend, nice, cooling weather, AH! What else could one ask for! So I was happily cruising along the KESAS highway heading home that night and the unthinkable happened! I ran out of petrol. I ran out of the life force that propels the beast that gives me my freedom! As the bike started to sputter and was threatening to give up on me in the middle of the highway, I whispered a prayer asking God to at least let me enter Kota Kemuning and be in the confines of its boundaries.

And God has mercy still…. I entered in the exit and hit the tiny hill that marked its entrance and the bike sputtered to its last puff of carbon dioxide induced burning! I hit neutral and let it glide as far as it goes. And ah… I stopped in Kota Kemuning but what lay ahead was like a really long walk. At least 2 km with a bike for a burden. So I started on this journey and I realised again as I have been realising, that Malaysians are not as friendly, helpful or courteous as they think they are. They just front it because believe in doing so people will believe them. We are just self-centred and self-justified. So at 1am there was no lack of vehicles entering into Kota Kemuning even motorists, and mostly Chinese people. yeah we can say Malays are lazy but we Chinese are just self-centred, selfish, proud people, not willing to help anyone unless we know them or can benefit from them. Sigh! The sad reality.

So I kept pushing while no one stopped for me. And as I hit the 1km marker, a bike turned around and offered me a push. I received help from an unlikely and honestly to me I don’t like them – a Mat Rempit! So I did not refuse, and I reached home just because this people I hate have turned around went out of their way and helped. They are definitely not educated too highly, not rich as they were sharing a bike, and they were supposed to be lazy. But even if they are lazy they have sincerity, a care for relationships, and are simple. So I have been rescued by an unlikely person to me, and I am grateful it is amazingly humbling and challenging to not look at them the same way. I got a new appreciation of them and look to pray for them even more hopefully they will open your heart and soul and accept Jesus. But till then thanks to the simple people and simple minds I got home and am here to testify and thank you guys.

I experience a midnight rescue from unlikely angels.

Sad LaL (Grr… Post, or is it Sob Sob

Sigh its supposedly another holiday again. But, I do not get to do anything that really makes me happy. It’s not like I have any rest, the work from the crash courses are still waiting, the current course work is there, and I have more and more responsibilities added on to me. Sigh, I wanna holiday to just get away and just enjoy nature, do something I love, spend time with family and my love. Grr….

Its like this today is Friday supposedly the start of the holidays, but I’m on a mission… then its end Sunday and I will rush back to church to attend the evening service and hang out with my youths  and on Monday morning I agreed to playing at the AG General Council Meeting, and be a teller there ( It’ll be exciting) but it’s just long! It takes two whole day and nights. So Monday and Tuesday is taken up. Then comes Wednesday, and I bet that will be taken up with trying to get everything ready for the camp. Thursday comes the camp where we will be there from Thursday to Sunday, and being a youth camp you can imagine how much energy it takes to keep up with them… LOL and then there is Sunday service again and I am playing. Then it’s back to teaching on Monday and back to school in the afternoon and back to school!!!

There is NO, absolutely NO REST! I WANNA HOLIDAY just to be a holiday resting and relaxing. Sigh! I guess this is the price you pay to be responsible and older… hahahaha….

Sometimes the jingle of Toys  R’ Us seems to ring true, “I don’t wanna grow up….” just stay young care free and just enjoy life and the world around.

I so got to learn to take things easy and just enjoy and have more serious fun and at the same time segregate my time properly man. I know I have been saying ti for years, and I have achieved it in many ways but I seem to keep needing to strive and hit a higher level every time… as of right now I am tired of the many things that is going on and happening in my life. I just wanna break free and live life again… I feel so chocked up!!!! Grrrrr…….. I wanna feel joy again!

Clothes! Clothes! Clothes!

Ok… i was packing ym clothes for the week today and I realised that I have tonnes of clothes. I have four drawers of segregated clothes i.e. one for casual t-shirts, one for nice more dressedup ones, one for shorts, one for fromal long pants, theni have of coursemy underwear drawer and one big luggage and a plastic box of formal shirts. I hoestly think, and my parents too believe that I have more clothes in my wardrobe than both my parents combined! and I am a GUY!!! oh no!!!! thats not good… is it?

 Yet as I sort through the vast amount of clothes thinking what i could wear and bring to BCM… Ok… here is a side track – I use to bring a quater of my wardrobe and put it in BCM, cramming my tiny  section of my room with my clothes and belongings. and after doing that for two terms i found it kinda silly as its like moving a house with every trimester (for those who don;t know what a trimester is- two terms in a year is a semester, three terms in a year is a semester, and so on…). since we are not allowed to keep our stuff in the dorms for the holidays, and we switch rooms with every trimester its like me moving my house in every 4 months. And last term I just got so tired and I have decided to not take so much things there, bare essentials (which is already a LOT) and a weekly load of clothes. so now you understand the historical background of why I pack a weekly load of clothes, it comes back to the main topic at hand.

So while I was packing, I was going through the list, long pants, shirts, casual bunch, formal bunch, and finally my pyjamas. Not having a full set of nighties. i usually sleep in shorts and just a t-shirt ir its cold or a singlet. and to my realisation most of my pyjamas is not very decent. and by that i mean that they are torn, old, faded, thin and stretched beyond recognition at times. but why do i keep going back to them. And i remember as i pack the shorts I am wearing now as i prepare to sleep, that i will throw it away after i wash it for the last time, and that was already like the seventh timei siad that, and I keep holding onto itand keep wearing it? Why? hhmmmm… is the clothes drugged?

But it is the most comfortable thing you can wear right? light so it won;t be heavily uncomfy when you wear it, holes for ventilation ( especially in todays extremely hot wether and mind you BCM has no air-conditioning inthe dorms), faded so it feels rustic and welcoming and familiar, and stretched beyond recognition so that it give you place to swim in it at night….. hhhhhmmmm just thinking about it makes me feel so fuzzy and huggy…. mmmmm…..maybe thats why i keep coming back to it….

Then the next horor comes… i got to throw them soon or BCM will fine me for indicent exposure… so I am wondering if I can buy clothes that are already like that? LOL a far fetched dream eh? maybe someone should do it… i know i will buy them… they instantly make you feel like you’re at home, lying on your bed, with your bolster and pillow the familiar comfort just enveloping you. AH!!!! makes me sleepy more!!! kakakakaka….

hahah wish list…. someone to invent or create super cozy ‘normal clothes’ for guys like me to buy as pyjamas… i think there will be a BIG market… or am I the only one? oh well all this talk of the cosy feeling is dozzing me of and the bed really looks inviting….mmmm….. ok so tyell me what you think old clothes forpyjamas betteror those specific made pyjamas nicer to sleep in? I honestly never had one of that before… which reminds me I got to get one before pyjamas night. Let me know.. awating your comments:P

HHHMMM!?

So what is hahahehesobsobgrr about?

Well its to document the many things we go through in life. The ups, the downs, the upside downs, the inside outs. It is never meant to be fully serious, nor is it too playfull and care-free.

All in all it should be just Fun. lets have a light side to things. maybe when we add enough salt to the dishes served by life… it’ll be a tasty journey… don’t you think?

So it can not be just about me, lets just add to the salt… maybe with sea salts, iodinised salts, mineral salts, the taste gets better? or will it spoil the broth?  hhhmmm….. somethign to think about too…. LOL… feel free to comment i guess.