Oh yeah, and I've been feeling giddy and happy this week because of the thought of be;anja-ing my parents to the fish spa, at Pavillion.

Unfortunately, my mom said no, even when I said 'I'm paying for it, everything"
Mak: Why would I want to have fishes eating my leg?
Me: Dead skin, mak.
Mak: *unimpressed frown*
Me: But I'm paying for EVERYTHING. Won't it be nice?
Mak: What do you think, Malik?
Dad: Hmm? *munches on something while inspecting groceries*
Me: So tak nak?
Mak: Why would I want fishes to eat my leg?
Me: Dead skin lah.
Mak: Banyak duit awak nak belanja.
Me: (I don't know why I'm typing this, I feel so light) Dapat gaji 2 minggu lah.
Mak: Banyak gaji awak.
Me: It's the thought that counts lah.
(My dad was probably imagining his daughters having smooth legs when he read Veet's label)
Mak: If it's the thought that counts you'll...

And I was zoned out.
Ima keep ma moolah for Toe and my driving lisence.
And maybe even for Envy....hmmmmm.

It's weird that sometimes, most of the time, people you don't expect to know or understand you at all, knows you best.
Or better than you do yourself.

After work last Thursday, I went to the Butoh show at Annexe, amazing one, afterwards I was kidnapped by my high school friends to a sudden high school reunion at Piccadilly.
I had fun socialising, after weeks, or rather months of talking to 4 or so friends a week. I havent seen them since 2004!)

Then something a friend of mine said halted my thoughts and social momentum, a high school friend mentioned he remembered I was always with my camera.
Subconsciously I felt my forehead skin tense up and I had an out-of-body experience of me watching myself saying "Really?" and "Did I?" in this very sarcastic way to my friend.

Not that he noticed anyway.

2007, my grandpa stopped me dead in my tracks when I walked in front of me, and asked (this is probably somewhere in my blog) "What do you like to do?".
Pretty simple question, like an introduction of an essay, or a debate.
I was confused (I screamed 'mengumpul setem' in my head, ut my grandpa probably wouldn't get the joke anyway), so I remember I kept on repeating "Uh...", "Ah..."
After 10 seconds he grew impatient, and asked if I had a hobby.

Very bad question. Very bad. Almost as bad as asking if I had eaten already. (I know some people are half-smiling as they read this)
So I grabbed the chair beside me, gripped it with my swaety palm, looked at my grandpa and said as-a-matter-of-factly "Hobby, well..."
And bit the sides of my lip and God knows how ugly I must've looked thinking of a hobby.
He answered for me, my Koge.

He said, "You like photography, don't you? You like taking pictures."
I agreed and he asked me how much a camera costs, and I told him, and he asked if I owned one, and I said I have a manual SLR.
Koge said if ever I need anything, a camera, a digital one, just tell him, and he'kk buy it for me.

I found it quite touching.
I don't think much of photography.
Of course, I do find some satisfaction in doing it, especially if a picture turns out just the way I want it to, but I just don't think much of it.
Taking pictures is just, well, that.
I mean, obviously there is an artistic side of it, to some people, but I don't think people would get my... my... opinion of 'artsy photography'.

I never knew people noticed me taking pictures.

Recently my cousins have been complimenting my pictures, saying they loved them.
I don't know why, I keep on thinking that they're nothing.
My lecturer said she loved one of my photography assignments, but to me, it was still nothing. I probably even said to her, Mm Ok, or Nyeah.

My lack of interest in anything.
And everything.

I do think my family members say my pictures are nice because probably, I am using a DSLR instead of a normal digital camera, so there's a sense of...difference, professionalism, something. To it.

I'm not thinking well right now, my eyes and brain are a bit woozy, as you can see from my grammar and typing errors.
I had some cough syrup, which also reminds me, my family also made me realise that I have a thing for things that smell like cough syrup, like my shampoo and perfume.

I do like cough syrup. Wanna know why?
Because it has 'caramel' in it's ingredients.
I don't care if they've been lying to me.

WTF IS IT THAT YOU WANT FROM ME?
nak couple.