And then, oblivious as I always am to what is going on in my own country, life and bank account, I manage to amble down back to the city of my birth with my flock of three, only to pack our rented home – as well as lives – into four mover trucks, for a decisive exodus BACK to Kuantan.

Where I am living now.

Not out of preference, but due to necessity. KL is just too expensive and I am not talking about being able to afford a living. I have no life.

I am neither happy, nor un-.

I don’t cry, but I don’t laugh either. A smirk is the most expressive look that my face muscles care to form. I am old and growing more so by the heartbeat.

So STFU, Meghan.

You have snared, and married, a Prince of England. A veritable blue-blooded Palace Prince. And not from just any palace.

Its Buckingham Palace, for goodness sake, which happens to be the Royal home with a balcony more famous and revered than KL’s Twin Towers, which, at one point, held the title of World’s tallest building. Nay – buildings.

Plural.

August 13, 2021

I came across a rather disturbing piece of news …

… and so here’s my take on it.

I can edit on FB the caption to the post and that should help make it more appropriate. Like remove that dork who I tagged, and maybe put in a better caption for the FB post.

Try something else now, where I include full scripts :

It is easy enough once you’ve watched a couple of YouTube videos. Then one has to have the gumption to just do it. It helps by reminding yourself that nothing will explode. That every mistake hides a lesson. Or another bigger mistake, that hides a bigger lesson. Whatever it is, every screw-up teaches you something. Reassuring, kan?