Where Do I Start?

Boy, where do I start?

Four yellow people were seated in a Nasi Kandar shop enjoying a meal and chatting away, pretty happily... Seated a few tables down the aisle was me, GJ Kind Boy and Funny Architect (refer to 'The Characters on Optimistic Always'). And suddenly we hear glass shattering. I turn around and lo and behold, in full blown violence, one yellow person was hitting another yellow person, repeatedly on his head. Not to mention being shouted at. Although I do comprehend basic conversational Mandarin and to a certain extent the popular dialect here a.k.a Hokkien, I was too perturbed to comprehend what the bickering was about. Too perturbed with the fact that the sound was caused by a glass mug flung towards a wall (one is guessing the perpetrator meant it for the other yellow person whom caused his wrath).  I turned around to my companions.

Hdaran          : Bro, I was just complaining that I had nothing to blog about. 
GJ Kind Boy : That's why bro. Full blown drama for you to blog about.

I always thought we, brown people, were the ones that usually caused the drama.

Funny Architect : Thank God not Indian people.
Hdaran              : We different bro. We usually find a secluded spot, make appointments and then only engage.

*laughs*

First of all, I ain't no racist, for if I had been, my best fren Cookies and Cakes would have been obligated to present similar genetic phenotypes before one would call him his best friend (Cookies and Cakes is yellow. And the terms yellow and brown should never be mis-concluded as a way of portraying ethnicity in an explicit manner; its just for fun.) Nor do I judge because I have seen Mr. P throw such tantrums in public. I was just shocked, I mean who wouldn't be? More baffling was the fact that anger can be that mismanaged. Can anger really surpass humiliation??? I haven't and I wouldn't allow it!!! Seriously!!!

On another thought, losing your directions on the road; it happens to all of us doesn't it??? Cookies and Cakes swears that I am almost direction-blind. I evoke his frustration all the time;

*phone call while driving* (I HAVE HANDS-FREE!!!)

Hdaran: Hey my walking, talking, breathing island GPS. I need some directions. I am at *** and I need to get to ***. How uh??? 
CnC: Adekadavule!!! Enna Hdaran??? (yes, yes, he's only yellow by skin, in fact he's too yellow that he proclaims to be a jaundiced yellow-man; he swears his liver has been genetically mutated to form those like the browns) This one also don't know ah??? Aiyo!!! Ok go straight on and you'll see..............

And so, before the former incident (the yellow men drama at the nasi kandar shop), I was driving around to see if i could remember High-Achieving Babe's residence; even managed to find it when one's adventurous mode lead him halfway across the other side of the island. The secluded part of the island where Digi, Celcom, Maxis, i Talk, u Talk, everyone Talk was obsolete. The amount of profanities I uttered, if anyone heard me, they would've sworn I was faking orgasm. But all that is well ends well. Thank God the driving was bound to a small island!!!

So, for the exciting news (I meant exciting in a happier tone not one that involves humour). Gunghroos, like I have gone on about, is something that I am yet to invest in. Proper gunghroos cost up to RM70, which may not seem much, but proper gunghroos do not cost that much in India. I was thinking of saving up until the time came when it was indeed a necessity. This friend of mine, Papilio Mamacita, however, is going on a trip to Rangoli Land and has promised to get me a pair!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was ecstatic!!!!!!! I did promise to help her sister with her future plans to re-pursue dancing; it was the least I could do.

I AM GETTING GUNGHROOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FROM INDIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Image Source: http://www.jas-musicals.com/newsite/indian_musical_instruments_detail.asp?pid=593

And to top the good news off, Miss Sincere Inadequacy pulls off yet another generous doing. Upon knowing that I would've loved to own a camera asked me to keep the camera she intended to sell off. A Kodak Easyshare C613, it meant so much to me. I hope, if she's reading this, that I truly treasure her friendship. Not because she's been giving me all these material things (I received a Seed tote as a birthday gift, thanks to her...), its because she makes it seem effortless, like the giving was so ingenuous, sincere, like she is...

God, thanks for filling these material voids in the form of ever-hospitable friends. Whether it is meant to teach me a lesson or to plainly, make me devoid of material greed, I shall thank You always... I love You God. Thank You for watching over me. I shall be One with You in due time......