Happy Birthday, Malaysia!

Tanggal tiga puluh satu, bulan lapan, lima puluh tujuh,
Hari yang mulia, hari bahagia,
Hari kita menyambut merdeka!

Mari kita seluruh warga negara,
Sama sama menyambut hari merdeka,
MERDEKA!

Bulan lapan, lima tujuh, tiga puluh satu,
Hari mulia, negaraku merdeka!

Selamat hari jadi ke-49, Malaysia!
Semoga negara aman damai selalu!!!!!!!!!!!!
(So patriotic!)

When "IT" stops flowing...

stag‧nant 
–adjective
1. not flowing or running, as water, air, etc.
2. stale or foul from standing, as a pool of water.
3. characterized by lack of development, advancement, or progressive movement.
4. inactive, sluggish, or dull.

mo‧not‧o‧nous 
–adjective
1. lacking in variety; tediously unvarying: the monotonous flat scenery.
2. characterizing a sound continuing on one note.
3. having very little inflection; limited to a narrow pitch range.

boredom 
–verb (used with object)
1. to weary by dullness, tedious repetition, unwelcome attentions, etc.
–noun
2. a dull, tiresome, or uncongenial person.
3. a cause of ennui or petty annoyance: repetitious tasks that are a bore to do.

Stagnant, monotonous and boredom...three words which best describe ineffectiveness and lack productivity.

Stagnant, monotonous and boredom...three very familiar words lately.

Stagnant, monotonous and boredom...wonder when will they go away??

Whinge...

If the sky is your limit, why then am I limitted to doing so many things?
If you are all that you can be, why am I still me?
If there is a will, there is a way, where is my way?
If you should reach for the stars, why am I reaching for the earthly necessities?
If all that you should do is believe, then why am I not believing?
If there is a light at the end of each tunnel, then I think my tunnel has no end...

I wish my world is not painted with shades of grey...

8:30pm...driving around, looking for a bin...

And so it was 8:30pm, we were driving around looking for a bin. Great! Why is it so freaking hard to get rid of unwanted goods = junk?? Driving...STOPPPPPP! Construction site! Surely there has to be a bin around...*peeps*...*neck stretching*...*eyes narrowing*...spot it! And along we it, we spotted a padlock sitting nicely like a smile beeming at us on the gate entering the contruction site too...definitely a no, no! We don't want to get caught trespassing. Keep driving...driving...up slope...come on Barina...keep pumping fuel...keep driving...FOUND ITttttttttt! A BIN!!! Whoops...no, don't stop...it's a chanined up bin! *What the...!!* Continue on second gear, keep driving...keep driving...StoPPPPPPpppp! BIN! Heck, it's contained in a 4 feet high wall...another *What the...!*-experience. Keep driving...suddenly a jerk in the car and a sharp change of direction, Mr Leonard found a BIN! Well done...a bin that had a chain around it, but we've decided to be uncivilized if by all means this bin is also chained, we were just gonna leave our treasures on the ground next to the bin. But wo, wo...we got lucky! The chain was somewhat for decorative purposes, it had a chain around the bin but the padlock was (fortunately for us) undone! Finally we began our operation...doors opened, four removalists hopped out the car and our operation begun! Throw, throw, throw!! Never have we experienced such satisfaction in disposing our garbage before! It's nuts here in Brisbane...can someone please explain what is the logic behind locking up bins and not sharing space for trash to stay in a place where they belong?!??!?!? Such an experience! If disposing your trash in a bin is what you ought to do, then why do we feel so bloody illegal disposing ours?? Another strange-but-true expereince!