The Dysfunctional Pilgrim

Whoa...I had no idea that my last post was my 100th until I checked my list of posts by complete accident.  Hm....I guess it was rather fitting that on the 100th post I would look back into the past. Or was it fitting?  Anyway, here's a thank you to those who have followed this blog since the beginning, and those who just started, or randomly popped by, anyone who decided for some reason, to click the link to read more of me.  Big thanks to those who commented, encouraged and pushed me to keep on writing. I hope you all found something a teeny-weeny bit meaningful here. Otherwise, I apologise for wasting your time. Oh, and thanks for putting up with my grammatical errors and typos.  I have to say, I did have a blast writing here. It's probably because I don't push myself to write much, so it doesn't feel like a chore or anything. And it's also probably why I've only reached a 100 now...after..give or take..FOUR years. FOUR. my goodness...that

First of, I'm not even sure whether the title is grammatically correct. Someone let me know if it's ok? Because it sounds kinda off. Moving on. It's been about 10 yrs since I moved to Seremban. I never did blog much on this because I only started blogging 6 yrs after the move and most of my life revolved around Seremban by then. In fact, it's difficult sometimes to remember life in PJ before. I'm certainly not a city girl anymore. KL/PJ life kinda freaks me out now. But one vivid memory that would always stay with me: my back door neighbour. I have no idea who they are, I don't know their names, I don't know where they came from, I know nothing about them. Except that they had a dog and every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, someone would be playing his electric guitar. Ever since we moved into that house (I was about four or six), the same thing would happen almost every weekend. It always was old rock-ish (or metal...I'm not too sure

JOAC: Jump Off A Clift.  The feeling one experiences when faced with extreme embarrassment, despair, frustration, sadness and any other crappy  negative situation until one wishes to die, at least temporarily.  JOAC does NOT mean that one REALLY desires death, but simply that one wishes he/she wasn't alive at that point of time.  Example:  She's so darn annoying, I just want to JOAC when I see her. Or make her JOAC.  That was such a JOAC interview; I'm going to try to DMITS.  Augh!!! JOAC JOAC JOAC!!!  Synonyms:  DMITS (Drown Myself In The Shower)  JOAB (Jump Off A Building)  SM (Shoot Myself)  SMHIAHAD (Stick My Head In A Hole And Die)  WIADANCB (Wander Into A Desert And Never Come Back)  KMN (Kill Me Now)  IWD (I Wanna Dai)  EM (Execute Me)  PECSMU (Please Earth Come Swallow Me Up) etc.  ………….  IHNL (I Have No Life). Imma go JOAC now.  "HHMTPF (HaHa Man That's Pretty Funny)" - Dominic "D-Trix&q