The Bare Necessities

I do think that I'm down with a major kambing overdose. Coz we had kenduri yesterday, and my mum ordered tons of bonesteak from haig road. Yep, the one which is bloody red. It's so good, I couldn't seems to stop myself from having more servings. To make it worse we had like an entire periuk of leftovers for today. Altogether, I had like FIVE? Man, that's enough fuel to last me an entire...marathon??? Or like enough to block my heart from funtioning well? Ok no...please. Besides my younger bro totally outdid me, he probably had more than double of whatever I had. Scary much? Yeahh, it better be. This is life-threatening unhealthy. I think I'm gonna have to steer clear from kambings for quite a long while.

The weather's so gloomy today (eh what else is new?). Thankfully it cleared up for a bit at around six in the evening. So, I was able to go out for a jog and further enabling me to let go of the guilt from having too much kambing in my system. The jog made me feel good. Like fiercely intense but made me feel extremely accomplished for the day. Now, please do not over estimate my level of 'fiercely intense'. It's really nothing. Just one of those days when I feel like I'm going "fast". Which is kinda true for today. Apparently some bottled up issues are wreaking havoc in my brain today. That, ladies and gentlemen, is just my call to get my stash of "womanly-protection" ready coz the crimson tide is obviously heading over to my shores already. It's so easy for me to tell. Kekekeke.

Uhhmm...there's something else I wanna talk about. Lemme think...still thinking...STILL thinking...uhmmm...thinking...thinking....OH I GOT IT! You see, I have this habit of looking out of my bedroom windows before I head out for my jog, just to see if there's anyone already at the stadium treading on the tracks. I kept doing this coz there were times when the stadium is out of bounds whenever the S-League is having their match or some training sessions or if there's some sorta events going on at the stadium. The thing is, the stadium do have a schedule of days when it's not available to the public, but I always tend to forget the dates. So I take the easier way out to catch a glimpse for any joggers from my bedroom windows. Ok, that much explained, so lets get on to the next part.

The thing is, everytime I look out at the direction of the stadium, I am, at the same time facing the block next to mine. The side where the master bedroom is to be exact. Are you starting to get my drift? If not, well let me just say that I've got this inkling that the neighbours from one of the units at the next-door block are probably thinking that I'm snooping to look through their master bedroom windows for whatever-they-think-I-wanna-look-at. When I'm not! It's just that, TWICE I saw the guy coming toward his bedroom window when I looked out. His body language was unmistakable, he was probably thinking that I was trying to snoop through his windows. I reiterate, I'd do no such thing. Seriously. Nowadays whenever I looked out at the stadium, I find that the windows to that unit is always shut. And it's been days, I should say. I must have scared them somehow with my non-existant cheekopek-ness. Lol.

Ehh, but there was one time, when I was just a kid, and my mum saw a woman from the same block in one of the units clad in just her undies. And it WAS NOT at the bedroom mind you. She was standing at the living room. Talking or something? Coz I saw her too you see. Like once my mum walked away from the balcony, I just kept looking. Ooohh! And there was this other incident when me and my family plus some uncles and aunts and cousins were having dinner at the wet market near my place. Peacefully enjoying the stuffz we'd ordered. When suddenly, a deranged woman in her forties, maybe, walked in whislt talking so loudly to herself or "someone". All the while, she was clad only in her skin-coloured undies. Freaky.