Odd Talk

i had the most intriguing and funniest conversation with my mother which left me laughing on the way back up to my room. it started with me coming back home and walking to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. i saw her sitting down and having a little midnight snack.

"hi mummy," i said.

"so late, what were u doing?" she replied without looking at me.

so i said, "i was out the whole day with my friends." then she mumbled something i couldnt hear, so i ignored her.

then she popped the question. she asked me, "why is there a durex pleasure enhancing lubricant bottle in ur room?"

i was shocked. she went through my room? well it's partially my fault cause i dont hide any of these stuff. so i took a sip from my bottle and said, "mummy, is it really hard to imagine me having a sex life?"

then she said, "i dont approve of what u're doing. so what? people put their pee pees in ur asshole?"

so i gave her an odd stare and she continued by saying, "u know KH, that if u continue on like this, when u're older u wouldnt be able to control ur anus anymore. it will be so loose that u cannot control ur bowel movements."

she apparently thinks i get fucked...ALOT. which is pretty much true cause i got screwed by my exes alot (non-literally). how rude, i'm versatile for heaven's sake, i fuck people too u know. anyways i stared at her; shocked with her ignorance.

so i rolled my eyes and then left saying, "i really dont wanna talk to u if u're gonna be so ignorant."

then she replied, "u better not play play."

My Father: The Provider, The Giver, The Husband, The Hero

i sat at the dining table, 3AM in the morning watching tears run down my father's face. i felt sad and i wanted to breakdown and cry as well but with just the two of us sitting there, i knew that one of us had to be strong. it was heart-wrenching watching a grown man who had watched me grow up and provided for me and my family cry.

about a couple of hours ago from now my parents got into a huge fight which upset my father alot. i came back home from a night out with my friends and was heading towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when he came down, face all red from drinking and he told me that i should be matured and face my future head on. this is my dad. whenever he finishes arguing with my mom he comes and lays down the guilt trip on me. i sat down with him and asked him what happened and he told me everything that happened earlier in the afternoon. over a small little thing during lunch with my uncle's family, things got heated up and everyone got angry at each other. i didnt participate since i woke up late but my dad explained everything to me. it wasnt my place to teach my dad anything but i sat down and listened to him and tried to advise him to talk to my mother and my sister. the thing is my father had the knack of choosing the most inappropriate time to talk about certain things. i knew my parents had communication problems and suggested couple's counselling for both of them to my dad. he told me i've grown up alot but not academically and feels like i've taken a step back in life.

and there is where the conversation began, about my life. i told my father i never understood why everyone around me tells me i'm an intelligent kid, i'm not. this is a potrayal of me which can fool anyone who doesnt dig deep in my life to know the REAL me. i dont know what i want to do in life, i dont know where i'm gonna end up, i dont know where my future will lie occupation-wise. that's when i realized i dont really talk to my father about my feelings and all these things. my dad is a very understanding person, he told me he has tried to give everything to us (the family) and he is in a point in his life where he's beginning to lose hope and feel useless. that's when he popped the question: "have i been a terrible father?"

my dad hasnt been the perfect father, the best man alive, the greatest husband but he damn hell tried and i will beat the shit out of anyone who doesnt think so. he's my father and in my eyes (even though at times i dont respect him very much) he's been a great dad. i told him that exactly what i thought of him.

it's funny how things turn out good after a bad day. my father was having an awful day. i really hope that this conversation with him will cheer him up. i spoke to him about my the politics at my job and seeked advice on what to do, he taught me alot of things tonight; about the corporate world, the backstabbing & politics, advertising and marketing, etc. for a moment i saw a glimpse of what his life was like and that made me respect him more.

to me, tonight was the first time i ever connected with my father.
in my eyes he's a hero.

First Stop: London BABY~

welcome to london! this is the first photo i took on my arrival to london and that's the famous underground train station, well i took it coz it was pretty cool at first. 16 hours of flight doesnt do well to a person, so therefore no photos of me on the first day.


my family stayed at my aunt's place in sudbury town, there were 4 families living in this house so therefore i had to sleep on the floor for several days. when i arrived at the house at the corner there was this big sign that said THE CHINE, hahaha it's pretty ironic stating the fact that this house is occupied by over 10 people and all of them were CHINEse.



so after a long rest the first day, the second day we decided to go out, it was about 3 degrees and it was friggin cold, and no that's not me wrapped up in 5 pieces of clothing, that's just me with a shirt underneath that huge jacket, and yes i'm fat. hahaha the cigarette in my hand was quite distasteful...


my first meal in london, yeah their portions are pretty huge and i loved it. i gained so much weight but who the hell cares! it's LONDON BABY! btw this meal cost me about RM40 so being malaysian, i inhaled everything. i didnt take any photos after this but i did alittle bit of shopping the whole day

the famous oxford circus, i was in a bus with my cousins and sister which u could see below. it was a busy and bumbling street where no one really cares what the hell u're doing, they just wanna get to where they're going

when coming to london, of corz u have to take photos whereever u go, so we decided to pose for the camera and take a photo on the way to camden town, where my aunts and uncles have shops there.

the arrival of camden town...huge street with ALOT of funky people. we're talking punks, goths and a whole lot more. one store i walked into sold chains and leather, i took one look and walked out. i didnt dare see what else was inside...

this was taken at my aunt's shop, she sold hats and stuff so i took the chance to try on everything she's got. my sister and my cousin soon joined in and i'm not tooting my own horn here but we looked damn fine in those hats that i had to get not one, but two and bring it back here.

yeap we wore those hats back, and with my hair being dry and unmanagable i wore it home back to my aunt's place. we had to take a photo with part of my family in camden town.

second day in london, well this was taken on the first day but i totally forgot about it. hahaha yeah it was freezing cold and it was fantastic. me loves the cold weather!

what do chinese people do when they're in a foreign place? check out chinatown of corz! had a horrible meal there and vowed never to step into a chinatown restaurant ever again...until the next day.








me and my cousins bumming and chilling out at home. of corz after a busy day of endless walking, there must be a time to go out and have fun...but where?

where else but a gay bar in london with my best friend. what do u think? i would step into a straight bar and get harrassed by straightees? no way, i had loads of fun and engulfed shots after shots and whiskey and jelly shots and i cant really remember what happened that night.

hell yeah i went clubbing after getting drunk. it was time to get down, dirty and sweaty (literally) with the crowd and we rocked it.

nah we didnt rock it, we brought it on till 4 in the morning and took an exhausting bus ride home and i passed out on the living room couch. what happened in that club? sorry, i dont kiss and tell...

yeah the next day was full of shopping again. after the long day my mom and my aunt and uncle passed by this street where Stella McCartney's boutique was! whoopie~ i've never seen her designs so i was outside oogling at what she had to offer...wasnt exactly a big hoot though.

so london trip over...next stop, PRAGUE~!