think im becoming more & more of a klutz nowadaes.. been knocking into objects eg. rubbish bin/mugs, kicking table legs or banging into a table edge, spilling drinks, dropping mugs/bowls/phone & wad not.. and the worse of all is to walk straight into a wall.. apparently i was supposed to walk through this sorta passageway thingy but instead i went into the wall nxt to it. & it wasnt even at somewhere foreign or anything, in fact it took place AT HOME. k.. to be fair i wasnt really looking in the direction i was walking but still, im supposed to already noe my way around no? & crappy still haf to comment dat no wonder my degree's so high coz i cant even c sumthing so huge. like thanx a lot man.. but i cant afford to worsen my eyesight any further =S maybe my brain's losing its ability to gauge or sense any obstacle dat's blocking my way.. is dat some sort of a syndrome? lol..
anyway.. im thinking of getting a cute lil puppy.. kinda like yorkshire pups (those brown n black ones) but sadly i dun think im allowed anyway. & furthermore it aint easy taking care of pets esp when the last time i had a dog was like ages ago. there used to be a doberman, german shepherd and many other stray doggies at diff times of my life when i was young.. & they all stayed at my dad's farm. but all the doggies haf sad endings to their lives.. the doberman bit a venomous snake & died, the german shepherd was fed wif poison by some evil inhabitants near the farm & so were the most of them.. some fought to their deaths wif other wild dogs.. & my fav black doggie named michael (or izzit jackson) was thrown away by dad coz he accused it of playing wif his fishes.. and later did he realise dat it was actually jackson (or michael) the brown doggie which was found guilty.. damn sad man.. i couldnt stop crying & screaming at my dad (i used to cry at almost everything anyway.. too sensitive lol).. was only abt pri 1 then.
its a funny thing dat i can still vividly rmb past memories of video gaming, lotsa cycling arnd the farm, make-believe games, kite-flying, hide-n-seek, fishing, plucking fruits frm trees dad planted (guava/roseapple/mango/rambutan/starfruit etc.. the trees r still there btw), running arnd barefooted, ant burning, catching water snails, searching for lizard eggs in drawers, fighting wif my bros & getting severe punishment aft dat, playing at the tree-house dad built for us, & many other dirty games. dirty as in.. filthy. yup. i even saw how the nxt door farmer prepare food for the geese they reared & then slaughter them when they r big & juicy. or watch them chop off fish heads in wide-eyed amazement coz the detached heads could still move. & become excited when occasional 'ang moh' vistors came to visit. & smuggling coke off to somewhere else to drink coz we werent allowed to, but got caught after dat. and the list goes on.. dun i sound like some wild Kampong kid.. haha. frens tell me dat i haf a v different & enriched childhood. yes i agree. these r definitely fond memories.. sorry but im being a bit nostalgic here.. but how i miss those times man.. havent been there for quite some time already. heard dad talk abt spotting huge CROCODILES at the swampy area behind the farm =S
