Is This Link Broken?

Oi.

So it has been a while since I last updated.

I'M SORRY!

Still, that ain't reason enough to kill my blog, kan?

Right?

Sigh. All the wonderful stories I were about to share with the world..

Oh well.

Roadkill

I've noticed in the past 2 weeks that there have been quite a number of roadkill I can see on my way to work. This morning I decided to count and discovered that there were 5 dogs , 2 cats, 1 suspect snake and 2 unidentified carcasses (all in various stages of decay) littering the side of the 10 km from home to the office. That's quite a lot, you'd have to agree. Unusually so, even. And the dead ones are evenly spaced out in all the areas I have to pass; from Selayang to K.L (via Kuching Road), equal share of animals run'd over. Obviously roadkill happens all the time, I'm very much aware of this. It's probably normal to have maybe one or two dead fourleggers every 2 other months or so. But 10 dead animals in 10 km? That's not right.

Are Malaysian drivers getting especially retarded in the past 2 weeks? Are animals more suicidal than usual? Tag games gone wrong? Some deadly vendetta going on between the homosapiens and the other mammals/suspect reptiles? Sadistic animal population control? Skewed Pavlov reaction to shiny metal contraption on wheels hurtling down the freeway at 90kmph? What? It's a mystery, one we'd probably would never know the truth to..

Later today, on my way back, I'm gonna take pictures and put it up here. The one dead dog near the Duke Freeway is especially gruesome, with maggots and decimated brain matter and everything. Awesome.

(Of course this could be happening because of all the road lights are not working now and nights are especially dark but hey, common sense sucks. And rationality is boring)

Monday Mystery

I am having the weirdest Monday.

I went to bed around 2 a.m last night after checking up with some friends and some light surfing. I was pretty sure I turned the light off before crawling into bed. This morning I woke up around 6.30 am to a very bright room. The light was on and I always lock the door before I sleep so there's no way anyone could walk in and switch the light on. And even if, what the hell for?
I was thoroughly confused and spent my morning drive to work thinking of an explanation on the off-light-on-again scenario. It wouldn't so spooky if I wasn't dead sure that I switched it off in the first place.

Arriving at work I had a second moment of weirdity when I can't, forthelifeofme, remember what floor my office is at. I stood a full 3 minutes staring at the numbers panel in the elevator frantically trying to recall if whether I work on the 7th or 8th floor. Now, this may sound like some inane episode of morning fag-brain to some but this has never happened to me before and I was almost hyperventilating when I seriously forgot my floor. It is the 8th, if you should know.

The rest of the day was pretty normal, thank God. But just now, the weirdest thing yet just happened.

I was fiddling with my digital camera. The last time I used it was during my dad's birthday party early this month and ever since then the camera I kept in my drawer. Quite inaccessible to anybody else. So, someone please explain why, sweet Santa's cookies, oh why is there a snapshot of myself, sleeping in bed, in what suspiciously look like yesterday's jammies.

Tell you the truth, I am a tad spooked.
Coincidence? I think not.
My theory: Alien midget badgers, they're here and they will take us allllll....