I woke up today … quite uncomfortably I might say. I’ve been sleeping face down for 2 days now; it does help with the backache. I’m trying not to sit for a lengthy period of time, since it usually hurts when I get up. Weird thing is, the pain eases when I stand for a prolong period of it I walk around. That’s peculiar. Anyways, I don’t think much of it. It will be gone soon enough.

I just got home watching Terminator Salvation, alone. I have no qualms watching movies alone, less hassle, no need to organize and on top of that, you always get good seats. I don’t mind going with a group though, depends on my mood *shrugs* I enjoyed the movie. There were a few confusing moments, I probably need to refresh my Terminator history.

I was supposed to have dinner with my uncle who’s back from Australia this evening at 7.30. Lemme paraphrase what my sister said, “We’re having dinner with ah-kiu at 7.30 in grandma’s place”. I told her I’d be late, probably be there around 8.15pm since the movie ends at 8pm. When I got there, no one was around lol. I walked over to my auntie’s which is just one street away … and it’s empty too. What the heck? Didn’t she say dinner IN grandma’s place? Lo and behold, they had dinner outside. Ah well, miscommunication. My sister and I sometimes have communication problems. I manage to talk to my uncle and we’ll have dinner sometime next week.

I have a lot of memories with this uncle of mine. He used to take me on his bike ‘exploring’ the oil palm estate. I usually ride around his bike topless. Sexy, eh? At every junction, he’ll make me choose whether to take a left or right. I felt safe knowing that if we got lost, he’ll know the way out. HAH! What false sense of security. I can’t remember how many times I kena tipu -_-

“Oh no!! We’re lost! How are we going back?”
“but you know the way home”
“No no no… you point, I drive. I don’t know how to get back”

It’s not funny when it was getting dark, and he tells you ghost stories … in the oil palm estate -_-

He’s quite a joker, and yeah, I have good memories of him. One time my cousin and I found an extra pail of paint and decided to paint our grandma’s wooden house. We painted a section … until he came out and gave us a scolding of our lives. We were made to scrub the wall clean hahaha. Ahh … those were the days.

I miss my childhood, it’s not fun being a grownup. For all that’s worth, at least I had a healthy childhood climbing trees, experimenting with fire, flooded ant nests, made a bow and arrow, ran around without my shoes, made my own kites, etc. Yeap, sounds like a regular boy. I think I got my creative streak from exploring my surroundings and spending my time playing in a cardboard box.

What do kids do nowadays? Stay at home? Watch TV? Play video games? There’s really something wrong with this generation. They lack passion, imagination and creativity. Honestly, I don’t think raising a kid up in a city is such a good idea. I’m not at that juncture in my life yet, perhaps when the time comes; I will be able to make a wise decision. City kids take things for granted. BUT that’s pretty subjective; it boils down to how they were brought up anyways. No need to argue there.
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