my biggest fear is insanity, but being so close to it intrigues me. i see so much beauty in the things that im most afraid of.
a brutal swap of words between the good&bad which comes out as screams&cheers in my head which digs as molecules sparking. they uncovers the deep things buried inside one another. reaching in to pull them out, and rest them safely in the palm of my hands - by imagination.
my energy is waning constantly. so tired of these common themes and my inability to change the hard parts. life is like that, one of the universal truths we all agree and only admit in silence most of the time. though so, i believe everybody is living a story and trying to write a better script in every way. arent we?
food galore! amongst my favorite food in kedah was this otak-otak-steamed-style! yummy to the max! well, there seem to be a lot of small town hawker material that we have tasted along the trip but this struck me as both delicious and healthy(?) and cheap! picture below, is laksa, and i know(!) it doesnt look like one. the reason why it looks like that is because it is a homecooked-freestyle-buffet-laksa that i can actually pick whichever ingredient available to be in my laksa. and this version of mine is filled with loads of pineapple&cucumber slices, with everything else underneath namely the noodle, the-whatever-sauce(im sorry i dont even know what sauce it is), whatever leaves, and whatever else there is necessary to be in that bowl of laksa. there are these spices/vegetable/(this, something) that i was not at all fond of because of its repelling taste when i accidentally chewed it, i think it stinks, im sorry. hmm, or maybe it was something else that i was offered during my laksa-time that i coudnt bring myself to remember now. it was all a blur as it was like a feast day-and-night kinda thing. very weird though that i didnt put on too much weight all the while i was there. maybe it was the weather. maybe it was all the marathon-style-tour&roadtrips. i dont know. but i would be truly ecstatic if i was told that my metabolism level increased after every happy time. is that even possible? pfft.
here's...the groom, arriving at the bride's home and preparing to woo his bride. this is where the fun part begins. there arent gonna be photos posted here, nor that i am gonna elaborate further. so yea, it is only gonna be in my memory, my mental recollections of what happened from the beginning of this wedding till the wedding banquet itself. it was a happy occasion, though, even the fact that all of us have to go through about an hour drive to get to the bride's place to get her. well, sorry for the lack of story-telly. it would be too long and too much pictures to show if i were to narrate the whole process here, given that im so bad with shortening stories (as everybody says so).

























