Surreal conversations with dad over the phone are deviant. Especially when daddy had has this quirks of calling me every freaking day !!! (Mind you … I’m not complaining)

The night before yesterday’s yesterday’s yesterday

Dad: Boy ar, remember … Dont walk close along the wall!
Me: Why?
Dad: ‘Cause those *thing* walk float drift fly along the wall!
Me: Like rats?
Dad: Exactly *snaps*

And the night before yesterday’s yesterday …

Dad: Boy ar … remember … Dont look up when going down the stair case!
Me: Why?
Dad: Cause those *thing* hide under the stair case!
Me: Like sparrows?
Dad: Exactly! *snaps*
And! The night before yesterday …

Dad: Boy ar … remember … Dont ever whistle in the night!
Me: And why is that?
Dad: ‘Cause those *thing* …!
Me: Daaaaaaaad !!!
Dad: What !?!?
Me: Love you … dad …
Dad: ………

There was a long pause of silence over the phone, then i heard dad spoke to grandma behind him.

Dad: Ma … your grandson dah dirasuk hantu!

WHAT … THE … HELL … !!!

Notes to all my readers: Just be safe on this “festive” season, alright? Take care!

Perplexity employs? I’m in between ambiguity that if Splashmilk’s the only one that doesnt feel all the Mondayitis syndromes.

Hell yeah, baby …

I remember talking bout this with Boss Lepton & Boss Stewie, Jasonmumbles & Joan Foodlover about it during our Bak Kut Teh venture. While Joan did claim that i might be the first one that would ever feel all the euphorias on Monday’s arrival that she’d probably heard of.

I find myself in irony …

Is this NORMAL?

Am i normally healthy?

Or should i pretend to indulge myself in the Monday’s blue just to be like everyone, so that i’m normal? Normally healthy?

Yes? …… No? …… Anyone? …… Hello?

I love Monday! And it’s shall be glorified! In the name of the … of the … of the … errr … (insert your preference here)

Let’s just say my circadian ryhtms has its own way of dynamics. Today when i woke up in the morning, I couldnt feel much happier inhaling the hazy polluted air (cough cough!), I was having the fallacy …

The fallacy of how i’m like Julie Andrews of “Sound of Music” in her ridiculous baby blue milkmaid’s costumes spreading my arms wide open … dancing and running towards the wide wide green ahead … spinning and dancing … dancing and singing .. Birdies chirping above me.

Do-a-deer-a female deer … La La La La …

Silence … -_______- ||

Back to reality, I shall die in the middle of the highway … Like those pigeons that had been countlessly ran over under the tyres over and over and over and over again …. untill you could find its corpse nowhere to be found any longer.

While I was planning to spread my joy to my fellow friends. I had yet to target my first victim, Miss Sharon Tang a.k.a Demented Kat …

With sms, i wrote …

“Mikel here. It’s Monday! Halleluiah! Monday blue? Well. At least it’s colourful! Happy Monday!”

And i was so much satisfied at my attempt … well … until the woman replied …
“It’s Monday Mikel. It’s ILLEGAL to send out happy smses !!!”

Why … Sue me! LOL!

I wasnt quite ready for this … and I’m not quite sure how to react to this !!! Call it a curveball of what, but six freaking long months’ been a total recuperation period for me. It’s been the 2nd month i’ve been back to Malaysia, and needless to say … i’m still having a major culture shock, amazingly.

My compatibility of cultrual adaption only proves <---- this far ----> …. sympathy prevails … Hear Hear … my fellow acquantainces. Meanwhile … buddy Duckneil Dan had a growl on me.

Me: So you see aye? It was around fer-wall (four) Third-ee (thirty) on a Sat-urd-ay (Saturday) ave-ter-noon (afternoon) ….
Dan: Aaaaaaah!
Me: woot? (What?)
Dan: Come on Mikel !!! Join the dark force of Malaysian culture… squeeze in some *lah* *leh* *lor* *liaw* into your conversation in the name of Tunku Abdul Rahman!
Me: Aye? Hell No!
Dan: Say it!
Me: No!
Dan: Say it!
Me: Dont want!
Dan: Say “Dont want lah!”
Me: Hell No!
Dan: Day “Fuck you lah!”
Me: Screw you indeed!
Ah … prodigy of life … I think that’s going to be a hell lot of struggles fighting my way in this eclectic mix of cultures boxed under the Jalur Gemilang. Welcome Back to Malaysia, Mikel …

x x x

Since yesterday, I have been receiving comments from this blog, and frankly flabbergasted on the fact that how you lovely peeps manage to dig your way here to my place. I was showered in Chocolate !!!

Awwww …

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…….. Long pause of silence …

Okay, so I lied. I was petrified! Stroke with horror on how much technology can do today! Albeit so, it was really warm-heartening to be back to the sphere. While i see the end of Louyau.net (It’s stone dead, trust me), yes … I felt the lump in my throat for leaving it r.i.p for good. I couldnt adjure upon the personal anecdotes that Louyau has invoked. The gift was well cherished.

But 3 years of ON-OFF blogging in london? Enough is enough … I seek for salvation … I seek for resurrection … to start a new fallacy of my life. Louyau can stay in London … for now and forever. Along with the its somehow ambiguity …. And hail! Note the new alias …

Splashmilk! Got Milk? It’s still as painfully funny as ever … because … i was born to entertain.

Try me! Haiyak!