When I lost my soul

The problem with my life now is there's no stress and worries. Everything seems to be almost perfect that I'm kind of bored with it. There are times that I doubt what's the point of living in this world. No doubt that I still have dreams to achieve, but ultimately what do I get for achieving those dreams? Satisfaction? I remember crying myself to sleep, then had nightmare of being alone in the middle of nowhere and woke up in tears. I could only think of my sister and brother who gave me strength to continually draw another breath. So I started to go to church, tried to keep myself busy with things that I always wanted to do and I'm getting better. After all, I'm happy with things the way they are now. How many people strive just to live another day and how could I give up so easily.

I am rotting in one of the hotels in Johannesburg. Couple of hours a day we gather in one of the rooms or sitting on the grass singing with guitar and drink wines, the rest of the hours just passes unproductively. I wish I could be more motivated and doing something more meaningful, rather than just let the time inches away.

sigh...

I can't sleep again. My sleeping time went haywire ever since I started flying.

Life is completely different compared to the time I posted the last entry. Started a new job, moved to a new place and turned single again.

Am I pathetic to say that I'm contented with my life now? At least I have a job with minimal stress, no worries, I'm healthy, as in not suffering from any critical illness. I would say life is pretty good. Somehow I still feel something is amiss.

That worries me. Perhaps it's too good to be true or something real terrible awaits me.

Welcome Internet back to my life

This blog has been abandoned for a while.

Basically I have start up a new life in a place where I couldn't online. Not anymore, cause I managed to jailbreak the iPhone and connect to Internet through it. ****tel, I'm sorry to say I won't sign up another data package from you.

Stupid Row

I just had a row with my sister. It all started when she saw me in a shopping mall and greeted me by hitting me pretty hard when I had a mouthful of Kuay Teow. She was upset by my annoying message that I sent her later. And I'm still mad and I won't talk to her. If I'm dying anytime soon will I regret for not talking to her? Probably no, cause that will not change the fact that I'm dying, and I love my brother and sister. That's the egocentric me.

How To Recycle a Samsung Mobile Phone?

It's been a while since my Samsung mobile phone was dead but I'm just not doing anything with it and the accessories lying around. I was thinking there must be a better way to dispose the phone instead of just throwing everything into the rubbish bin. So I tried to google to find what can I do to recycle the phone. Obviously when drill down the search within Malaysia the information is very limited, maybe I am just not good in searching. All I could find is how important, the benefits and bla bla bla to recycle cellphones especially the batteries. I just couldn't find how to go about it. In fact Nokia is one of the very few companies which has recycling points, but I'm not sure if I could drop my Samsung mobile phone into the Nokia recycling bin. Perhaps such service should be taken into consideration when purchasing a new phone in the future.

Tiny Pants Like A Dog

I didn't lie when I said Tiny panted like a dog. I happened to have a chance to capture this video when I brought him out in a car, he was so restless meowing all the time moving here and there.

By the way I have found a good home for Tiny. He's a cat lover like me who already has 2 other cats. I am sure he will take good care of Tiny in the future. So kind of him to let me spend more time with Tiny when I said I'm so sad to even think of saying goodbye to him.