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That was a quick nap. I was hoping to sleep till morning because I was done with how well Tuesday went. Well I guess my minds wants to do more things this late night. Ain’t that right brain?
Right, sorry you don’t make a sound. Do you make any sound though? Stomach does his GrGr thing. And Back does his CRACK thing. What frequencies do you vibrate to?
Do you think you’re like a Pokémon? Like since you’re called a brain that’s the only thing you can say. Brai Brain. Brai Brai Brain. Hold on. Are you called a brain because that’s what you sound like? Is Pikachu called Pikachu because that’s only he can say? Well that’s offensive. Right? I don’t know.
(“Pokémon are creatures of all shapes and sizes who live in the wild or alongside humans. For the most part, Pokémon do not speak except to utter their names.”- Nintendo)
Hold on. So what do people in the Pokemon world eat for meat? or chicken? Do they just consume a bunch of Blaziken’s when they want smoked chicken? Do tribes there just dine on a sleeping Snorlax? Poor Snorlax… I need to google this. Right, so apparently according to an article by Polygon.com they do eat Pokémons.
“There’s a mega mart in Pokémon Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon that sells Slowpoke Tail Quiche and Peppered Slowpoke Tail on Salad. In the show, Ash and Brock had a vivid food fantasy about cooking a Magikarp. When asked about Farfetch’d in episode 49, the Pokédex states, “A wild duck Pokémon. Farfetch’d makes a delicious meal, especially when cooked with leek. Because of this, Farfetch’d is nearly extinct.”
Well damn man. Gotta feed your Magikarp’s with rare candies before Ash gobbles your one-tricked splash attack Koi fish.
Right anyways. What should we do now? I was encouraged to watch this movie called Tullulah. Have you seen that? Of course you haven’t. You’re my brain and you see what my eyes see silly. Let’s go watch that. Room temperature set at 22 degrees, cuddled up in my cosy blanket, Bose speakers ready to create atmosphere and the lights go off. Movie time.
*A few moments later*
I started clenching my eyes. Damn its bright. Oh I fell asleep and forgot to shut the blind off. Well at least I’m up early this time.
What the heck? I slept for the whole morning? No man… This sucks. I love my mornings so there’s more time I could practice my Fifa online.
Eh. What does the living room have in store today.
“Morning Min!” the ever so bright and cheerful housemate, Ramuk, greets my journey today.
Morning dude. What you planning to have for dinner?
“You mean lunch? Aunties?”
How long will this go on for…
The cluelessness. The lack of assertiveness. The lifelessness.
MCO has drained my life away. I can’t go to Uni and see what’s happening on campus. I cant go to the beach to hear the soothing waves crashing by the shore. I cant go meet and talk to a pretty girl. Oh my days this is killing my soul. I keep eating junk. I’m as pale the paint on my walls now. Pretty sure if I were to strip down naked and stand by the wall i’d be totally camouflaged. I tried going to go buy groceries and a familiar face popped up and tried to strike a conversation. I froze, smiled and just walked away as if she was supposed to be banished from the society for speaking in public. Begone MCO breaker. Arrest her popo. What has happened to my conversational skills? This MCO has made me to believe I’m not supposed to interact with anyone at all other than those I live amongst. Such a strange time. How long will it take for my interaction with other human beings go back to the way it was? Will it ever go back to the way it was? So much change in the world right now. I’m scared. If the United States screws up will our economy crash? Since China is doing so well, will our economy shift towards their lights? Is a war inevitable? What is peace? What the hell is my degree worth if the economy crashes. Should I just go learn mandarin now? Who’s going to teach me mandarin. Could I commit to all these new scribbles on paper and making sense of it. Heck no, I had always thought Ni Hao Ma meant 1 2 3, how am I supposed to conversate when I’m thirsty and I couldn’t even say Hi. Holy flying mackerels. What is happening to my world?
What am I going to do… I’m dying inside… What am I going to do… I’m too small to make any real difference…. What am I going to do?
That’s the end of part 2. Stay tuned for the ending!
Muhaimin Fudzail is a Finance & Marketing major at Curtin University, Miri campus. It’s his second year of study and first year of living in Miri, Sarawak. Born in Selangor and was raised in Dubai for 16 years of his life. Min juggles university and internship at The Tuyang Initiative – while living through a pandemic and nationwide movement control order away from home and family.