Monday, July 12, 2010

What was my mother thinking?

If I ever get married and have kids, I will try to remember not to serve coffee for breakfast. My kids should never grow up knowing that coffee doesn't do a thing to wake their brains up. I would let them experience, like a normal person should, drinking 10 cups of coffee in less than two hours just so they can stay awake to witness that legendary goal by that legendary player who will make everyone forgets who Diego Maradona was.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Poo

Back when I was in standard 2, I like to play "kejar-kejar" (chase and tag?? ok, english aku tak bagus sangat, whatever). My school was a really old school, a row of classes like "rumah panjang" (long house) and we had a huge field where we usually play. When school was over, it also became a playing ground for a lot of other living things (hantu pun ada, but that is a whole other story).

If you've played "kejar-kejar" before, you know that the person who's "it" will chase the rest and you're supposed to squat when you're caught and the game will end when everyone has been tagged by "it".

Back to my story, I was playing with a bunch of friends when I was tagged. So I squatted la. Naturally, when you squat, you wouldn't put your hands up, right? So, I put my hands down on the grass. I like the feeling of grass, it's cool and smells nice... most of the time.

Alas, what I touched on that day definitely didn't smell like grass, didn't look like grass and it had texture like nothing I have touched before. Yes, you read the title of this post. You know what it is.

I suspected it was cow dung.

The best part of the day was no one noticed or saw that I had poo in my hand. How was that even possible?? The nearest water tap was wayyy on the other side of the school. Half the school would have seen me ran like crazy.

God is really great.