Blank. That's the state of my mind now. There were several things I wanted to jot down here, foremost regarding my arwah uncle whom the younger generations call Pak Besar. But I guess it will have to wait till my mind sort of settle down somewhat.
Oh, its really nothing big, and nothing that noticeably big like trying to hide an elephant. But just cannot put my finger on it. InsyAllah, it will pass. Unless...
I really don't know how to put it. Perhaps its just my itchy fingers that wants to do the wandering on the keyboard. Or that the mind wants to express a soul tortured in silence for what may have been an eternity. No, not mine, mind you. But of a soul that I hold dear to me. But I have no right to be saying on behalf, so I'll give that part a rest here.
See that bloke there? He has his work cut out for him. I mean cutting a chunk of that big fish is no laughing matter. But if you think that's a real difficult task, do give a mind about the fella who will have to cook such monstrous piece whole! I mean, finding the wok or pan to fit it in alone can take weeks! And by that time, I'll bet not one person would want to have it for a meal.
Yup! My mind are fingers are wandering by themselves alright. Perhaps, I should take on Doc TA's advice and visit the below. Oh, by the way, our dear Doc just flew in today. By tonight, I would expect him to start blogging about his trip to Egypt.
Back to Doc's advice, but before that, I can imagine Kerp laughing his head silly with the picture above. So would I under normal circumstances, as I did when I saw it for the first at Doc's blog. Now, I did try to pursue his advice mind you. But along the way, I saw this, I decided to make a u-turn.
But on the way back, I keep thinking saying to myself "hey, look here chum. For certain you do not want to grow old looking after pets which are far from adorable!" And when I saw the picture below, I guess wouldn't want to.
So I guess I better start looking for the real thing. But its got to be something mutual, don't you think? I mean, grabbing one like the way the guy does in the picture on right does not seem quite right. To me, its almost neanderthal...like hitting the head with a club and dragging home by the hair. That's totally brutal, that's what it is. I want to do it right. Well, at least this is the first time where I really do want to do it right. Yet, for the life of me, I cannot figure how to. Hmm...
Oh, never mind. Tell you what, let me sleep over it tonight. Perhaps by breaking of dawn tomorrow, I'll have a better idea of what's really on my head.