Much ado about nothing....

Rite, I'm still not updating properly. my bad guys. been moving around a lot, busy with my course and stuff. been back and forth from bangi to KL and by the time i got back home usually, i was already too tired to do anything and just pass out on my bed. isnt it amazing how hotel beds, no matter how crappy the hotel is, the bed itself, is REALLY comfy. i think it could be the aircond. oh well.

I had some materials to write about the whole week, but due to being tired most of the time, its always lost by the end of the nite. but here's some things i kinda pointed out this week.....

understanding what 'old' people say....

I dont know if it's good or not if you're sitting down at a dinner table with a group of seasoned men talking about the iskandar development region and the difficulty of getting the tenders and contract with all the political hassle behind it.

and the worst thing is probably, some of my friends' jokes or comment dont seem as funny as much anymore. its either offensive, i dont get it, or just not funny. well definitely excluding the McGiffs and Terror Trio definitely of course.

Sometimes i find their immaturity of their thoughts, talks, suggestions, irresponsibilities also get to me. me, being a killjoy definitely is not something i would do so i'd just pretend and smile but without any comments. not because i agree with whatever they say, just that i know putting up an argument could deem pointless and to me i think it's up to them to grow up by themselves.

I wonder what does it take for someone to mature and grow up? i dont know if i matured, i definitely dont wanna be a killjoy and not being part of the kid on the block, but also i think at times, being the kid on the block forever isnt a very good image for a person at one point. hmmm. i dont know how to continue this sentence actually. kid on the block needs to grow up? kid on the block needs to get a work? kid on the block needs to leave the block and groom himself into a man but still once in a while be able to go back to the block for old times sake and chill down memory lane? ntah.... for those who get what i mean, what can i say, you get me. for those who dont... dude... grow up.....

What ifs....

what would happen if superman had a business card? what would it be like? I wonder where does he keep it? under the cape? he sure as hell dont carry a wallet. unless that 'package' he has is actually his wallet. and i wonder what does the card say?

Clark Kent by day, Superman by night?
Not just another Superhero?
In trouble? Scream something obscure like 'is it a bird? is it a plane?'

gee... i wonder how in the world did people mistaken him as a bird? maybe in real life superman actually has a very ugly face. well probably not ugly, but definitely looks like a bird no?

What if i had a burberry wallet? i think it should feel really good... cause it dooooooesss.... alhamdulillah.... been wanting it since god knows how long.

well today i have my 8th year high school reunion. okay okay, i know some people ask me, 'why tak 10 year jekk terus???'. i have no idea. hahahah. but heck, this could actually been interesting. you've always thought it was easy to meet up with everyone after school, after uni, but actually its not. with commitments and all. but you must agree, it could be something you look forward to at the end of the week after a stressing out at work.

well... i'll definitely give better updates next week as im back in bintulu and i'll try to figure out what to write at the same time throughout the week.

laterssssss