[Whatever Makes Me Happy, Whatever Keeps Me Young - Part 2 of 2]
by YBLalat

(continued from Part 1)

11:00 – I took the leisure of time to finish my breakfast whilst reading the Time magazine and listening to Nirvana’s Unplugged in New York CD. The headline of the magazine was ‘How Apes Became Human’ and there is this huge primate face on it. Archeologists are fruitcakes. "That set of bones you found recently was the cursed bones of that Saturday-fishing tribe from pre-Islamic era, you nincompoops." The sound of the mailbox being opened with a bang told me that the postman had arrived with my mail. I waited a few minutes for the postman to leave before getting them out of the mailbox. There was nothing much for today. I got junk mails as usual and a catalogue from a local bed and furniture store. "I am not a homeowner, dude. I share my bed with another guy and it has been a while since I slept on a clean bed cover."

11:15 – When I stared at my own reflection on the bathroom mirror, I found out that there is this one angle on my face where I resemble that bassist from the Deftones. What was his name again? Also, as I was shaving, the idea of trying out for a modeling career wouldn’t be that impossible for me. Once I received an invitation brochure from a modeling firm, searching for potential new and young models in the Minneapolis area. I knew even then that it was a junk mail but the idea suddenly popped up again. The only few things that I need to work on are throwing away this glasses and putting on contacts, trimmed my pot belly to a flat stomach and work out a little bit to a chiseled body. I even imagined what to say if asked why should they accept me into the modeling world: "You need an ethnic face to bring about attention to a new product. Here he is in front of you. Anyway, don’t you think there is something alluring about my eyes?"

11:30 – The icy cold water from the showerhead did a really great job of waking me up. I changed the shower mode from ‘spray’ to ‘massage’ and a forceful spit of cold water stabbed one of my eyes. My favorite toothbrush was still missing. Every morning I would brush my teeth using a gift toothbrush that is foldable and have its own pink brush cover. I got that palm-sized toothbrush free when I bought toothpaste from Target. It works well; so, I see no point of buying a new one.

11:45 – It has always been a hard task for me in the morning when dealing with what to wear. I have a lot of summer-friendly clothes but most them lack that certain attitude I have for the day. Sometimes I feel a little bit punk and would wear that ‘Super Freak’ tee shirt. Sometimes I feel a little bit anarchist and would wear that ‘Lullaby for the Working Class’ shirt. Sometimes I just want to run around buck naked like Nadhra Halig because of the scorching heat outside. For today, I feel like wearing yesterday’s pants and my only sport shirt: a Bayern Munich home jersey that my mom bought for me from the night market a few days before leaving Malaysia. To top it all off, I put on my trusted ‘nyonya-working-in-a-ladang’ bowl hat. Some say that they could spot my hat and me a mile away on a clear day.

12:00 – I arrived at one of the U’s public computer library. I headed towards one of my favorite Mac station and took out my Discman from the bag. With me today, I brought along CDs from my roommates’ collection for a change. I have with me now Rage Against the Machine, Sugar Ray, Guns N’ Roses and Megadeth. I don’t listen that much to what the song is all about when I am using the computer. They are just there so that I could solely concentrate on what I am typing. Today’s blog entry is this one here that you are reading. Some might think that I should be doing something else more beneficial than playing around with the Internet and this personal journal all morning long. All of this is just wasting your time and youth, man. Get a summer job or start early on that third paper but none of them makes me this happy. I would be 20 in two weeks or so and I don’t want to spend my last few days as 19-year-old working shifts. All I want is to stay young.

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