Right. So, this is the anticipated post, I suppose, for it is the first one since I legally invade London. Perhaps it was the exhaustingly hectic week I had that made me completely neglect posting anything on my blog, despite a few pictures on my Flickr of places I have been to. Even so, I was too lazy – besides the fact that I hate being tagged as a tourist who has never seen a city like London – to snap pictures of all the places that I visited. Instead of printing pictures I took for my travel journal, I decided to buy cheap postcards of the places I have been to and stick them on the journal.

Despite the attempt to be frugal, I had to spend on bagels because they are just too awesome. Nonetheless, doubt not that I will shed off some bad pounds besides gaining a balanced and healthy blood pressure because without a car, even an obese grumpy middle-aged man can get skinny, what more if I walk to every single place in London. I’ve walked to greet Mr. Big Ben, I dragged my feet to lay eyes on the Eye, I painfully strode all the way to nowhere, only to realise I was lost even with all sorts of maps in my bag. Sympathize not, though. I have had the privilege to taste Thai food from restaurants that are voted best in UK, and the food was scrumptiously flawless, to me.

The weather is awesome, period. Being an abnormal person who sweats more than a pig, I absolutely love the weather here. It simply makes me feel normal, and I don’t sweat as much anymore! Ah, the wonder of weather! Last night, I challenged the weather in a pair of knee-length pants, only to realize I will never beat the rain. It drizzled without warning and I had to hoodie-up myself like an Eminem wannabe.

That’s all for now. Tra-la-laaaaaaaaaaa!

I woke up and wished today were three years ago when life was much simpler with the occasional bumps on the road that were easily shrugged off. Nothing complicated. Well, I am, by no means, complaining that my current lifestyle is a torture filled with spiky paths, but don’t you, for once, if not at times, think and hope that life were more straightforward like it used to be? Decisions came naturally with the idea that for some reason, whatever we chose would be fine and correct. We barely thought about the draconian ‘What Ifs’ and life miraculously, somehow, turned out sunny anyway, didn’t it? No matter how light and easy your life may be now, it used to be more uncomplicated than the present. Blame it on responsibilities and the aging society who choked us with the threat that we must do better than the past in order to survive. We are all fed with the thought that we must strive our asses off to be able to be deemed fit in the job market. We are expected to expect bumps on the road every day.

My orgasmic wishful thinking was cut short by a strange phone call from a boy who claimed I was his father. Crying like a perfectly normal sissified little girl, he begged for help and all I could utter was, “Who are you?” and it was too early to be hit by such news, I tell you. Girls, if you want to shock the father of your child, at least wait till it’s after office hours! The call went on for about one minute but it certainly felt like the world fell right on my ass, crushing my inside into pulp.

“Huh? Who is this?”

“I’m your child. It’s me. Help me!”

As much as I loved to hang up on such a ludicrous claim, I could not ignore the innocent cry of a future transvestite. What if he was locked up somewhere, kidnapped? What if he was a victim of sodomy and tortured by his evil stepfather? What if I was drunk one day in the past and he was, indeed, the product of such mortifying crime of ethics? Well then again, I returned to reality and reminded myself I have never been drunk, not even close to being in a tipsy state of mind. So, who was that poor child who needed help but nervously keyed in the wrong number on the public phone with his last sepuluh sen coin? As time ran out and attempts to retrieve his problems and whereabouts failed, I stood by the phone and thought to myself, “What if that was a wake-up call meant for me to take on responsibilities and understand that life would somehow come around the corner and hit you right on your face? What if it was a call to prepare me for my future, three years from now?”

Perhaps it was. A wake-up call, that is. A call for me to realise that there was no point worrying about the future if nothing was done now, nor was it useful to dream of the past when we cannot bend time. All we could do now is to dig a hole and plant a seed and do our best to grow it into a fruitful tree. That, we can control.

Life isn't football

and it definitely isn't about

another person's match.

Play your game, your way.

My mom shoves – though not literally – so many kinds of fruits down my throat daily for the past week I now pee tropical fruit punch. Ever since she found out about my awfully high blood pressure, she has been forcing me to take all sorts of exotic and creepy organic foodstuff. Now, apart from peeing 100% natural fruit juice, I have turned from lover of meat to a suicidal rabbit who craves nothing but red meat.

Bring me the cow!!!