Top 3 Things in My Room That May Make You Go “WTF”

Open newspapers these days and you see headlines screaming bird flu. It’s apparent in many countries now, and the whole boohaha over it since the dreaded H5N1 virus set foot in the heart of Malaysia -- Kuala Lumpur -- has been magnified further. Although if you noticed, the issue has been played down a lot (only several pages worth of coverage in The Star) so as not to panic dear residents, especially since KL is indeed the most populated area of the country.

The cynic in me says that, if there is ever an outbreak in Malaysia, panic waves will be sent throughout the local CNN and you’ll run faster than the tsunami chasing after you, possibly facing an inevitable death. The Black Plague all over again. Or maybe yours truly has read too many novels, watched too many movies, or played too many games.

Since I’m in the mood for silly items and there wasn’t anything worth blogging about my Mapling and DS-ing activities for today (yesterday, technically) save for waking up at 8am sharp thanks to Niel, and both Daniel’s mum and mine made such fast friends together over the phone, here’s the I AM DAMN POOR LIST aka Top 3 Things in My Room That May Make You Go “WTF”:

That, ladies and gentlemen, cows and bulls, hens and cocks, is my bed. If you were wondering why on earth a picture of my bed is worth snapping, take a good look at the gracious tear of the piece of cloth that drapes my mattress. The material was so worn out after several years of repeated wash that somehow, I managed to kick a large hole in it while sleeping (and no, I did not have a rough sex night). If that isn’t worthy of “omg you are indeed poor LOL i shall donate you money!!”, I don’t know what will.

“Are these really flowers in the water or are they some form of abnormal reincarnation?” you ask. After visiting some temple, my parents decided to give me a paper with some Chinese words (that looked like it was easy to tear) to keep in my wallet as an azimat, a temple-endorsed handkerchief (that was to be used once to wipe my face), and a plastic bag full of said flowers (as seen in the picture) to be doused with water and bathe with. Suffice to say, I did all the above to please my parents (a little magic wouldn’t hurt, if there is any) and was completely lazy to throw the flowers away. And no, I did not run out of shampoo and was too poor to buy one till I had to resort to using fragrance coming from these flowers.

Those are indeed several Chinese books. That I borrowed from my younger cousins. In case you can’t see the writing on the blue book properly, one mentioned my cousin’s name while the other said, “Pre 2 Orchid”. >_> Yes, I’m finally learning Mandarin by myself (and with the help of other Chinese-speaking friends), but due to my compulsive laziness as usual, I’ve only managed to learn several words so far in a span of almost a week. Again, no, I did not steal these workbooks from the kindergarten nearby. :(

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