The Fonz

I was having a discussion with Futuna. My uncle was at the back trying to play a game of chess on my iPhone but was holding it in landscape mode on his left hand away, and asked where’d the phone go. I showed the screen to him and the game changed to FIFA 2010 while Futuna looks from behind. Game turns into a first person wake boarding-style with the player riding through ocean waves. Then turns into a basketball game where the player has to trick the score board of not scoring and minimize the meter by flipping the phone from underwater. Uncle won and next stage was he has to throw small red sponge balls into a hole.

Uncle turns into a black guy. Came out another fat guy from above passing him the balls. The structure was a fish pond with brown wall and waterfall coming out with three holes on it for the balls to put into. One on far left, one on the right and another close beside it. Black guy was on top of middle hole trying to catch ball from fat guy above him but couldn’t get it into the holes because the ball was too light and blown away by the wind. He got an idea and soaked the ball in water and pass back to fat guy to pass back to him. This time he got the ball in and was happy. Then he threw a ball to a school marching band and they got excited and pumped up making noises then went back to the end of the corridor in the room and was scolded by two cute teachers in specs wearing baju kurung. Then they left and we left.

Went to Sg. Wang Plaza in front to a big hobby shop. Saw a life-sized He-man figure in glass with Battle Cat on top floor. There were lots of Star Wars stuff. Then there was Fonzie beside the windows overlooking Times Square where we first came. Their windows were full of Krispy Kreme’s green neon light sign. I was excited to see Fonzie and asked a guy to take our picture with my phone. We did a funny pose but someone enterframed from beside Fonzie. Semak, so I wanted to get another picture with him with a Star Wars jet fighter prop.

I took out some parts of the jet display nearby to turn into a guitar for me and blaster for him. Posed with another jet then the guy gave back my phone and went off. Somehow the phone felt light and when I checked it, it’s an iPod Touch that he mistakenly switched with his. People were coming into the shop and I ran through to chase the guy but didn’t know his name. Asked one of my friends and he said it’s ‘Adidas’. I ran down the stairs passing by some biker gang giving me the weird look. Then I got out and ran as fast as I could but still couldn’t find him.

Suddenly there was a white flash and I turned into a Japanese school girl. I told my friend earlier that I lost the Adidas guy. The friend was watching me through some Matrix-like monitor from a pilot deck. Behind me was a pink Sakura tree and view from the monitor was zoomed in then rotate and revealed that I was hanging upside down from my feet to the tree. My friend said I was running too fast and triggered the white flash and that it was some sort of booby trap from the Adidas guy. I saw him running and sneering me from afar.

Zoom out fade to black and I woke up.

Eid Mubarak!

Note to self: Wash feet before sleep

Because;

On Friday I had a dream reading a blog post on ‘How To Make Your Own Dildo’ using paper. Yup. Blurry images of it here(thanks alot Fa).

Saturday I was a black, Abu Ghraib prisoner-like shadowy ghost and went to stand on five different virgin’s bed post, simultaneously.

And last night I was hanging out with Michelle Obama at the White House and made her late for the family dinner at some restaurant. When I was about to sit beside Barack, he jumped to the chair on my left, smiled and sit cross-legged.

And they say the weirder your dreams are, the more creative mind you have. I do hope so!

Thank You & Good Night

SO, it’s the end of 2008, BELIEVE IT OR NOT.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,”HOW TIME FUCKEN FLIES”.

Pejam celik-pejam celik, we’ve survived another year of LIFE. Syukur alhamdulillah. Even more so when the economy is ugly and getting uglier in the coming months. But like how we survived this year, we held our heads up high in the clouds with our hopes and our feet grounded deep in the earth with our strong will, no matter how good or bad the year has been to us, we came out alive and well, didn’t we?

I personally gained a few, if not some, of the things I want out of this year. For that, I congratulate myself(not being too vain am I?) and mark them in my ‘achievements list’. I too have lost or failed some. But that’s just another learning process I’ve to suck in to try even harder next year.

My last trip balik kampung last week had me thinking about what I want to do for next year in my relationship, career, health and faith. I’ve listed down everything that I could think of about it, so I could see clearer and pin it on my forehead whenever I see the mirror(metaphorically speaking) and keep reminding myself of the objectives.

‘Review, Resolve, Revolt’ is the name of the game in 2009.

Tomorrow is this blog’s 1st birthday and the end of my ‘Projek: 2008ku’ 366 days photo project. Seriously, I couldn’t believe I was able to complete it in the first place until now! To everyone reading, THANK YOU A ZILLION BUNCH for visiting, reading, watching, listening, commenting, linking, tagging, downloading, loving or hating the project that pretty much made the blog into what it is. I wish I could hug you all!

If there’s one thing this project has taught me, other than improving(or not) my photo taking skills or finding new contacts or exploring my writer side or sharing cool stuff with you beautiful people, it’s ‘DISCIPLINE’. And it’s something that I always lack off. The discipline to do and maintain something without fail and being better at it. With that in mind, and instill in me, I will usher the new year with a reminder that I am, can, and able to do whatever the hell I want and achieve in my life.

GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, 2009 IS GONNA BE ONE HELLUVA RIDE!

I can just taste it.

Bubbly Flatulence

Commit and dedicate yourself to even the most stupid ideas that come to mind. ~ Lernert Engelberts & Sander Plug