Mumbles. My mumbles. I mumble a lot.

I feel like giving away an award.

And so here it goes.

The award for the most visually-vulgar, obscene, most irritating, most brainless, idiotic, mindless, monkey-like, inhumane, heart-breaking, confusing, kick-in-the-ass, just-plain-stupid blog of all time, goes to:

http://silaserazwanali.blogspot.com

Congratulations Azwan Ali. You've done it again. You've made yourself proud.

Picture this. Let's go back to your childhood days. Sports Day at school. Typical Malaysian weather, under the hot, blistering sun. You just ran a mile, screamed for your Sports House, and all the typical things that go with it.

You started to feel thirsty.

Then *poof*. Out of nowhere. Suddenly there comes this truck in green. Bearing the most vulgar four-letter-word across it. So vulgar that if you would just taste the juices that comes out of it's fingers, you'd feel as if you'd just comitted a sin. A sin so well worth doing in the first place. It's as if you've comitted murder to someone who really deserved to be killed. You felt like you just made a deal with the devil himself. Such satisfaction.

Yes yes. I'm talking about the green goblin of all trucks, The Milo Truck. (the four-letter-word refers to MILO.)

How do they friggin' do it??

How do they produce such chocolaty goodness that no one, ( I mean NO ONE) could imitate? The right amount of creaminess, sweetness, the right chill... I mean, it's just bloody perfect!

Some mamak stalls may come up with nice versions of milo. Maybe the right chill, not enough milo. Some a bit too sweet. But perfection might be a bit far-fetched. Some are just bad. Let's not get started on hotel's make of Milo.

This must be the world's best kept secret, next to KFC ( at least in my opinion..). Gosh. It's like having an orgasm, only by consuming chocolate. Seriously.

This could start a war. People would kill over the milo truck. I know I will.

I miss home, I miss my childhood days.

No I don't drink. It's just that there's something about water that soothes my soul. So the past few weeks have been nothing but agony to me, but I'm pretty sure you've known that by now. The trip up north was EXACTLY what I needed.

Driving, and the wide open seas.

Kiel, Hamburg, Flensburg, (and perhaps Northeim was to be included). A blast. Towns surrounded by water. Back in the days I used to take a 15 minutes walk from my house to this small, little lake. To have a bit of me time. Wasn't hard back then. But with this winter thing going on, I just don't wanna get out a lot. Fortunately Mr. Sunshine decided to show up, late as usual. No wonder people used to worship the sun. It's just a little harder now, cold, and, well cold. It's just too cold to go out. But the past week has been very sunny, with the huge amounts of cubic metres of water around me. Man. I wish I could drink it all up.

But to think that I have to drive 7 hours just to get some peace and serenity, man. Stress might show up soon enough.

Owh yeah. I'm SO back. 4 days without internet connection is enough to make me go crazy. Really nuts. Makes me think though. I'm so highly dependant on these techno gadgets, gizmos and wizardries that somehow, living without them is pretty much suicidal. I stare at my laptop not knowing what to do. I can't stream videos, catch up with friends, "work", and the list goes on. So how the hell did I manage to go through this about 10 years ago? Heck, I didn't even know what "Internet" stands for back then.

Had a quick road trip up north. Drove first to Frankfurt to send Rock home. Damn. Masters grad in Mechanical Engineering. That's something man. Then headed up north. Made a quick stop at Hamburg. Then drove further up to Kiel. Then even further up to Flensburg. Then again to Hamburg and Kiel. Then came back down to Reutlingen, with a quick stop at Mannheim. Google-map it. I pretty much went halfway across Europe and back.

Yes. I love driving.

Will post photos later. I somehow lack the motivation and inspiration to post up photos lately. Well it'll come soon.

Been crazy lately. Stress and emotions just got the better of me. If you'd take a glimpse at my room, you'd probably wonder what kind of explosion happened here. I basically live like a luxurious hobo. Something about stress just seem to destroy my diet. It's either I eat too much, or I don't eat at all. Somehow i managed to gain a bit of weight since the last time I lost them. My weight is bouncing. To exaggerate, like a yo-yo on a trampoline.

I need a maid.

(taken from Yasmin Ahmad's "Funeral" commercial)

"... it's these small things that you'll remember, the little imperfections, that make them perfect for you..."

How beautiful. Achingly beautiful.