Bones to the Bored....
sooooo.... its the best day of the week!! its a SATURDAY!! wanted to update last nite... but i got no internet access last nite. which was quite sucky. strangely enough, i got back from work, i didnt go to the gym, or any sort of workout... and went straight to sleep. which pretty much... really really sucks. i slept around 8pm guys. seriously. how twisted was that?
so the update of my life... nothing... nothing much interesting happened to me for the whole freakin week. with one exception, which, i have to credit my friend Sue, for trying to PUNK me. see the word i used there. TRIED!!! check out hitz.fm sometime next week. maybe monday, maybe tuesday. but i was far from almost gotcha'd by gotcha crew hitz.fm. hahahah. hopefully dapat laa download nnt kat website dier it was a good closing for a weekend. quite good.
basically the scene was this chemist who checked out my urine test... and it turned out positive for marijuana.
so i was sitting down, in my cramped cubicle, my cell rang, private number called up. i picked up, and this familiar voice came up. initially i thought... wow... mtv called me back? WOW!! but its just some guy sounding the same way using the same vocab and all. so it didnt exactly came out the way it should, but somewhat like this....
Chemist:'hi is this Mohd Irfan B Mahmud?'
Me: yes this is he
Chemist: oh hi buddy, anyway, you're employed by XXXXXX rite? so it seems that your urine test tested positive for THC.
and then the basic scene was me being tested positive for marijuana. then he started saying that, i will not be employed by XXXXXXXX if i tested positive for marijuana. then i thought to myself... hmmm that's strange, earlier he said im employed.. suddenly he said i will not be employed by XXXXXXX for a job or something like that. ive actually been working for almost three months now. hmmmm. another thing dawned me.... this does not sound like your usual everyday geeky chemist. example:-
'So buddy, your urine tested like positive, and dude, you have any idea how'd it get there man?'
no geeky chemist would give bad news to someone who's about to be employed by a major company uses sentences like dude, man, buddy, and even 'like' a lot!! another major mistake... my last urine test was like 5 months ago. i dont think people would like to keep my urine that long. lastly... before bintulu, i used to listen to the gotcha thingy almost everyday as i sent my mom to work. never knew they'd try to get me. hahaha. so i was quite familiar with their voice. VERY. hahahah. btw... faidz... i really thought it was you, and sooo wanted to rat you out. but i didnt. how a good brother am i??? instead i used some name... CARLOS. hahah... ingat nak bagi carlos santana, tapi didnt come out. heheh. but then no matter how bad they were at lying... i was happy they tried... coz i really made my day.
hopefully i could download it from the net. take care guys..... and have a great weekend... as mine is about to end and mondays start again....
Sunday, February 05, 2006
time stands still....
wow... honestly, right now... i totally feel like im on a deserted island. a deserted island complete with a big house, somewhat high-speed internet connection, cell phone, TV and dvd player with a lot of dvds. i am DEAD bored. a new friend of mine told me she's going rock climbing in the summit today, and im like... WTF?? i wish i could've gone rock climbing in OU. maybe during my next visit. hopefully i get to see my dearest girl Ferr. when are you coming back btw? i feel like im rotting here with food provided. let me define to you my schedule most of the times on weekdays....
5.45am - wake up
6 am - finally get out of bed take a shower.
6.30 am - do my breakfast while i surf the bbc news and waiting my oats/eggs to cook
7.10 am - go to work
7.30 am - reach work, if i feel like it, id have breakfast, otherwise, id just sit down and start my day.
12 pm - lunch, on lucky days, i get to go lunch outside if its end of the month, id be going to the bank to do some transactions for savings and bla
1 pm - start work (with the excluding of fridays where i start my second half of the day at 2 for friday prayers)
4.30 pm - left the office and sit at the japanese garden and reading a book while waiting for my housemate to arrive
5 pm - leave work
5.15 pm - arrive and getting ready for workout
5.30 pm - i either jog/basketball/futsal/tennis/squash
715 pm - would reach home and shower
8 pm - start thinking whether to eat or not. and would start wondering if i would want to eat out or in. if id eat out... there's only... ONLY 3 choices most of the time. Kubur Ria, Selera Kampung, Green Valley
9.30 pm - reach home, go to my room, surf the net, read a book, watch DVDs
10.30 pm - starting to feel very sleepy
11 pm - talk on the phone
12 pm - make a point to sleep
12.01 pm - i finally go to sleep
THAT IS MY USUAL WEEKDAY. i dont watch movies here coz i think the cineplex pretty much depresses me.
due to utter boredom as usual... my thoughts starts popping out...
okay, as i was playing futsal the other day, there were women probably wives or gfs of the guys who were playing the game... and it just dawned me, because i see the same thing everytime i go to KL. why does it HAVE to be only futsal? why cant it be like basketball, jogging, squash or even tennis? why dont the men bring them there? WHY? is it like a taboo that we cant bring our loved ones or crushes, or just flings to the other games? its the same basic thing, exercise! another thing is, sometimes, the ladies arent even watching. they'd just stand there, read a book, or show the most boring face they could show while 1 - 2 hours pass by. then why follow if the guys ask to? unless you were told to that's different laa kot. hmmm... weird shit is happening in this world and im going to get to the bottom of it!! hee hee.
TV and its influence....
dont you stop and ponder at times, and question yourself... whether evolution has gone wrong somewhere? we start with ugly men with sticks who were supposedly a lil bit hunched backed, then as things started to evolve, humans stood straighter and straighter til we actually stood well... until around the 1920.... and somehow... with the invention called the television... men started to sit down on the couch, indulge themselves in chips, beers, drinks, junkfoods while watching this squarish box with moving pictures for the whole freaking day. strangely enough, to a certain number of humans, this box will count as a necessity and they'd go weak and tired without TV. if TV was suddenly taken away from them... they'd be like someone who just went through a REALLY bad break up of a cheating gf and they'd be dried out and weak till TV clicks back on. now the power of TV is increased a million fold with the addition of cable or satellite TV that would hook everyone up in front of the screen with their mouths open in awe. dont you think how one box could actually create such a strong impact towards human's emotions? people practically cry as they watch AF and the loser who got kicked out that week, scream when leatherface from texas chainsaw massacre suddenly pops out of a cupboard with a chainsaw and just decapitates the head of a hot chick no matter how predictable the story is, gets hyped up watching a football match on TV and just screams out of joy when their team won when the team doesnt even really care about you as long as they make millions and millions of money, or even create that sexual fantasy in all ages from watching your favorite star ie angelina jolie or brad pitt. yes... how weird is it that TV is now a big chunk of our lives. count in a day, how many hours do you actually spend watching TV, and ask yourself what could you have done with that time if TV was not there? of course i wont deny... at times... TV acts as a link towards family gatherings, to love doves watching their favorite meg ryan movie while the gf says aawww and the bf is trying his best to stay awake in the cuddle, or even a group of best friends, just chilling down with 10 cans of arizona green teas, watching some manly movie and make loud manly sounds with a gruff like how grover or cookie monster from sesame street speaks.
but my question is so simple... what would have we done with all that time if TV doesnt exist in our lives? heck, if TV was not in our lives for a whole week... what would we do with all that ample time? questions of a wanderer who wonders a lot....
merely minutes away from saying goodbye to trish and faidz. sweetest thing was, trish actually cried before i left... but not to worry i dont believe in goodbyes... i believe in see you agains....
one of the stupidest thing ive done n bintulu... caught an annoying cicak and took a picture of it... then set it free to the cats to eat. muahahahaha.... damn it... how depressing was i?
wow... honestly, right now... i totally feel like im on a deserted island. a deserted island complete with a big house, somewhat high-speed internet connection, cell phone, TV and dvd player with a lot of dvds. i am DEAD bored. a new friend of mine told me she's going rock climbing in the summit today, and im like... WTF?? i wish i could've gone rock climbing in OU. maybe during my next visit. hopefully i get to see my dearest girl Ferr. when are you coming back btw? i feel like im rotting here with food provided. let me define to you my schedule most of the times on weekdays....
5.45am - wake up
6 am - finally get out of bed take a shower.
6.30 am - do my breakfast while i surf the bbc news and waiting my oats/eggs to cook
7.10 am - go to work
7.30 am - reach work, if i feel like it, id have breakfast, otherwise, id just sit down and start my day.
12 pm - lunch, on lucky days, i get to go lunch outside if its end of the month, id be going to the bank to do some transactions for savings and bla
1 pm - start work (with the excluding of fridays where i start my second half of the day at 2 for friday prayers)
4.30 pm - left the office and sit at the japanese garden and reading a book while waiting for my housemate to arrive
5 pm - leave work
5.15 pm - arrive and getting ready for workout
5.30 pm - i either jog/basketball/futsal/tennis/squash
715 pm - would reach home and shower
8 pm - start thinking whether to eat or not. and would start wondering if i would want to eat out or in. if id eat out... there's only... ONLY 3 choices most of the time. Kubur Ria, Selera Kampung, Green Valley
9.30 pm - reach home, go to my room, surf the net, read a book, watch DVDs
10.30 pm - starting to feel very sleepy
11 pm - talk on the phone
12 pm - make a point to sleep
12.01 pm - i finally go to sleep
THAT IS MY USUAL WEEKDAY. i dont watch movies here coz i think the cineplex pretty much depresses me.
due to utter boredom as usual... my thoughts starts popping out...
okay, as i was playing futsal the other day, there were women probably wives or gfs of the guys who were playing the game... and it just dawned me, because i see the same thing everytime i go to KL. why does it HAVE to be only futsal? why cant it be like basketball, jogging, squash or even tennis? why dont the men bring them there? WHY? is it like a taboo that we cant bring our loved ones or crushes, or just flings to the other games? its the same basic thing, exercise! another thing is, sometimes, the ladies arent even watching. they'd just stand there, read a book, or show the most boring face they could show while 1 - 2 hours pass by. then why follow if the guys ask to? unless you were told to that's different laa kot. hmmm... weird shit is happening in this world and im going to get to the bottom of it!! hee hee.
TV and its influence....
dont you stop and ponder at times, and question yourself... whether evolution has gone wrong somewhere? we start with ugly men with sticks who were supposedly a lil bit hunched backed, then as things started to evolve, humans stood straighter and straighter til we actually stood well... until around the 1920.... and somehow... with the invention called the television... men started to sit down on the couch, indulge themselves in chips, beers, drinks, junkfoods while watching this squarish box with moving pictures for the whole freaking day. strangely enough, to a certain number of humans, this box will count as a necessity and they'd go weak and tired without TV. if TV was suddenly taken away from them... they'd be like someone who just went through a REALLY bad break up of a cheating gf and they'd be dried out and weak till TV clicks back on. now the power of TV is increased a million fold with the addition of cable or satellite TV that would hook everyone up in front of the screen with their mouths open in awe. dont you think how one box could actually create such a strong impact towards human's emotions? people practically cry as they watch AF and the loser who got kicked out that week, scream when leatherface from texas chainsaw massacre suddenly pops out of a cupboard with a chainsaw and just decapitates the head of a hot chick no matter how predictable the story is, gets hyped up watching a football match on TV and just screams out of joy when their team won when the team doesnt even really care about you as long as they make millions and millions of money, or even create that sexual fantasy in all ages from watching your favorite star ie angelina jolie or brad pitt. yes... how weird is it that TV is now a big chunk of our lives. count in a day, how many hours do you actually spend watching TV, and ask yourself what could you have done with that time if TV was not there? of course i wont deny... at times... TV acts as a link towards family gatherings, to love doves watching their favorite meg ryan movie while the gf says aawww and the bf is trying his best to stay awake in the cuddle, or even a group of best friends, just chilling down with 10 cans of arizona green teas, watching some manly movie and make loud manly sounds with a gruff like how grover or cookie monster from sesame street speaks.
but my question is so simple... what would have we done with all that time if TV doesnt exist in our lives? heck, if TV was not in our lives for a whole week... what would we do with all that ample time? questions of a wanderer who wonders a lot....
merely minutes away from saying goodbye to trish and faidz. sweetest thing was, trish actually cried before i left... but not to worry i dont believe in goodbyes... i believe in see you agains....
one of the stupidest thing ive done n bintulu... caught an annoying cicak and took a picture of it... then set it free to the cats to eat. muahahahaha.... damn it... how depressing was i?
Friday, December 30, 2005
Cock and Bull....
as i was blog hopping, i stumbled upon one of my good friend's current excerpt and which i think... a topic that SHOULD be a concern. thank you encik sung for pointing it out... btw... it was high time you update your blog. i keep reading when creative ppl get funny ke apo ntah.
so... yes... im muslim. most of my friends are. of course not all are good muslims, including myself. however, i still have basics, and prayers are very important. although i say that, sometimes i still accidentally miss it. so... judge yourself where do you stand. and i know im not the best person to conduct this theory on islam or anything to relate to that. but i do have some pieces of mind that i would love to share.
this problem has actually been a while around the environment i live in. stories saying islam is that and this... based on word of mouth. of course it makes islam sound like the coolest religion and all. however, is it right to give people the spirit of islam, and explaining to the non-muslim, using lies, fibs, myths, untrue stories?
myth one: as my friend sung explained, neil armstrong was a muslim, right after he went to the moon. and it turned out... NOT. please sung, if you have this article anywhere, which you could share... please do tell me. it is an opportunity to open the eyes of others as well.
myth two: during the timor timor incident few years back, there were articles in papers, saying that these groups of extremist christians were about to burn down a mosque. as they were about to approach that, while massacring the muslims who were defending the mosque, a group of 'people' in white came out of nowhere, some with horses, and defended the mosque without having a scracth. the christians were scared, some converted, some ran, and the mosque was safe. MAIN question is... is it EVEN TRUE? was the journalist who was there... was actually.... THERE?
myth three: okay... as a sabahan... im sooooo offended. totally. after the Greg Storm... came up stories of how these kadazan/dusun individuals make orgies, totally drunk, they even gave a cat like... one chug of tapai. some of them had sex with each other's wives, some even agreed that their kids have sex with their friends, or their friends' kids. and as the result of that... He showed his wrath. i was there during the aftermath. shipping containers on side roads, boats on the shore, some of them were even on the road, a LOT of roofs came out from the strong wind. now... question.... was there any pictures? any proof? any actual proof from someone who WAS actually there?
of course there are much more stories of explaining the power of Allah. those myths were just to name a few. now... are those real. ive even heard some of it used as a tazkirah, taklim when i was i high school. wont the person be having a big sin, since he's telling the whole jemaah (community of islam that attends the talk at that time) of this cock and bull story? and nt only does is end there... these jemaah would then tell others. and others to others. so... make sure... YOU HAVE your sources right. dont say... ive heard. this is not a ghost story. its about islam. please. one true... the turkey earthquake... the rest of the building in this area fell... except for this one masjid. now that's something to ponder. google it up.
btw... please feel free to show me any proofs on the myths that i explained earlier... IF you have any RELIABLE sources. better if you have someone of personal experience... for example... if you can get neil armstrong to say it himself... that he actually IS a muslim... then... please do show it to the whole world. you can even start here. :).
till then... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! (fact... nih bukan tahun baru untuk islam. tahun baru islam end of january... AWAL MUHARRAM! hahaha. well good info for non-muslims who dont know rite?)
as i was blog hopping, i stumbled upon one of my good friend's current excerpt and which i think... a topic that SHOULD be a concern. thank you encik sung for pointing it out... btw... it was high time you update your blog. i keep reading when creative ppl get funny ke apo ntah.
so... yes... im muslim. most of my friends are. of course not all are good muslims, including myself. however, i still have basics, and prayers are very important. although i say that, sometimes i still accidentally miss it. so... judge yourself where do you stand. and i know im not the best person to conduct this theory on islam or anything to relate to that. but i do have some pieces of mind that i would love to share.
this problem has actually been a while around the environment i live in. stories saying islam is that and this... based on word of mouth. of course it makes islam sound like the coolest religion and all. however, is it right to give people the spirit of islam, and explaining to the non-muslim, using lies, fibs, myths, untrue stories?
myth one: as my friend sung explained, neil armstrong was a muslim, right after he went to the moon. and it turned out... NOT. please sung, if you have this article anywhere, which you could share... please do tell me. it is an opportunity to open the eyes of others as well.
myth two: during the timor timor incident few years back, there were articles in papers, saying that these groups of extremist christians were about to burn down a mosque. as they were about to approach that, while massacring the muslims who were defending the mosque, a group of 'people' in white came out of nowhere, some with horses, and defended the mosque without having a scracth. the christians were scared, some converted, some ran, and the mosque was safe. MAIN question is... is it EVEN TRUE? was the journalist who was there... was actually.... THERE?
myth three: okay... as a sabahan... im sooooo offended. totally. after the Greg Storm... came up stories of how these kadazan/dusun individuals make orgies, totally drunk, they even gave a cat like... one chug of tapai. some of them had sex with each other's wives, some even agreed that their kids have sex with their friends, or their friends' kids. and as the result of that... He showed his wrath. i was there during the aftermath. shipping containers on side roads, boats on the shore, some of them were even on the road, a LOT of roofs came out from the strong wind. now... question.... was there any pictures? any proof? any actual proof from someone who WAS actually there?
of course there are much more stories of explaining the power of Allah. those myths were just to name a few. now... are those real. ive even heard some of it used as a tazkirah, taklim when i was i high school. wont the person be having a big sin, since he's telling the whole jemaah (community of islam that attends the talk at that time) of this cock and bull story? and nt only does is end there... these jemaah would then tell others. and others to others. so... make sure... YOU HAVE your sources right. dont say... ive heard. this is not a ghost story. its about islam. please. one true... the turkey earthquake... the rest of the building in this area fell... except for this one masjid. now that's something to ponder. google it up.
btw... please feel free to show me any proofs on the myths that i explained earlier... IF you have any RELIABLE sources. better if you have someone of personal experience... for example... if you can get neil armstrong to say it himself... that he actually IS a muslim... then... please do show it to the whole world. you can even start here. :).
till then... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! (fact... nih bukan tahun baru untuk islam. tahun baru islam end of january... AWAL MUHARRAM! hahaha. well good info for non-muslims who dont know rite?)
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Reaching out....
it was a cool weekend... friday... went clubbing... saturday... bowling... and at nite clubbing again... then the next day watched a movie. of course... although i have to admit king kong was NOT fun to watch... but the fact that i was watching it outside bintulu... and actually spent time away from bintulu for 3 days... it was priceless.
and what a cool way to end the weekend... by going on a scooter with a friend.by the beach, tak pakai helmet.... i must say... my balls were left at home. i was the bitch. hahahaah. rasa cam such a rempit moment of my life. hahahha. but fun though. quite fun.
anyway... its the new year's this weekend... and... IM HEADING TO KK!! damn i miss sabah. heck... going to miri was already quite a blast as it was a far cry much more better than depressing bintulu. probably going to shennanigans. but in the morning i'll probably be heading out to kundasang to meet up with my friends.... we'll see how it goes eh? coz i soooooo want to see my miss melody. all cute and cuddly and mencairkan and all. huuu huu. who is miss melody? like the hottest filipino girl that has ever actually talked to me!! heck... hottest girl who actually ever DID talk to me!! sorry ija... she's much more hotter. hahaha.
anyway... i was sitting down... and thinking... the chances we make sometimes... are they all worth it? seriously.... what kind of choices must we go for? waiting for a love that's not being returned... no matter how high the hopes may seem? you must know... it's still just... a hope. is it worth waiting for someone who's been pushing you to the gutter god knows so many times? is it worth waiting for someone who is still in a relationship?is it worth breaking up with someone who has actually been there for you for so long... that you're so accustomed to their way... that sometimes.. when they're gone... you just feel... incomplete? is it worth sitting down waiting for a new job... a job that definitely fits your every criteria, a job that you know, you'll wake up smiling and feeling so eager to go to?is it worth just waiting, and watching the person of your dreams smile and pass by you everyday, without actually knowing how you feel?
at this point of life... somehow... my Carpe Diem... doesnt really seem to apply as much as it did back then. but it still does apply on certain aspects of my life. and i think... in terms of deciding whether that risk is worth taking or not.... i think it's up to each individual. buy that expensive custom made les paul guitar if u want to, as long as you think its worth the risk, get the girl, buy that expensive car, take that job, as long as you know... what to do... what to react... if things... just dont happen the way you dream it to happen... coz if you dont see it coming... it will SUCK... and you know, you will... feel like CRAPT....
reaching for the sun.....
it was a cool weekend... friday... went clubbing... saturday... bowling... and at nite clubbing again... then the next day watched a movie. of course... although i have to admit king kong was NOT fun to watch... but the fact that i was watching it outside bintulu... and actually spent time away from bintulu for 3 days... it was priceless.
and what a cool way to end the weekend... by going on a scooter with a friend.by the beach, tak pakai helmet.... i must say... my balls were left at home. i was the bitch. hahahaah. rasa cam such a rempit moment of my life. hahahha. but fun though. quite fun.
anyway... its the new year's this weekend... and... IM HEADING TO KK!! damn i miss sabah. heck... going to miri was already quite a blast as it was a far cry much more better than depressing bintulu. probably going to shennanigans. but in the morning i'll probably be heading out to kundasang to meet up with my friends.... we'll see how it goes eh? coz i soooooo want to see my miss melody. all cute and cuddly and mencairkan and all. huuu huu. who is miss melody? like the hottest filipino girl that has ever actually talked to me!! heck... hottest girl who actually ever DID talk to me!! sorry ija... she's much more hotter. hahaha.
anyway... i was sitting down... and thinking... the chances we make sometimes... are they all worth it? seriously.... what kind of choices must we go for? waiting for a love that's not being returned... no matter how high the hopes may seem? you must know... it's still just... a hope. is it worth waiting for someone who's been pushing you to the gutter god knows so many times? is it worth waiting for someone who is still in a relationship?is it worth breaking up with someone who has actually been there for you for so long... that you're so accustomed to their way... that sometimes.. when they're gone... you just feel... incomplete? is it worth sitting down waiting for a new job... a job that definitely fits your every criteria, a job that you know, you'll wake up smiling and feeling so eager to go to?is it worth just waiting, and watching the person of your dreams smile and pass by you everyday, without actually knowing how you feel?
at this point of life... somehow... my Carpe Diem... doesnt really seem to apply as much as it did back then. but it still does apply on certain aspects of my life. and i think... in terms of deciding whether that risk is worth taking or not.... i think it's up to each individual. buy that expensive custom made les paul guitar if u want to, as long as you think its worth the risk, get the girl, buy that expensive car, take that job, as long as you know... what to do... what to react... if things... just dont happen the way you dream it to happen... coz if you dont see it coming... it will SUCK... and you know, you will... feel like CRAPT....
reaching for the sun.....
Monday, December 19, 2005
Elsewhere....
just got of the phone with one of the most adorable ladies i came to know... my dearest kakak... lana-chan. congrats in your freshly new job. :). it kinda dawned me... that most people i know now are working... being adults... heck... people dont call you by your nick name anymore. things are really changing. one difference though... so far, right now, i know that working people are looking forward to weekends. as for me... i dont even feel its a weekend. it just passes by like that. basically... if you're in bintulu... time is nothing much. you grow old, but you wont even feel a thing... because... most of the time.... for spare time... you do nothing. that's the thing i would love to change now. start some outdoor thingy... full pump of testerone and all... yeapp.... but somehow... i think non-locals around here really need gorgeous women. sigh. but everyone knows... growing up... is not the best thing we're looking forward to. being able to be young, play around, hang out and watch TV with your friends, throwing snowballs at each other, and where teenage drama is widely displayed... by yourself... as well as by others.... heh. how would i trade my current life with the past four years and relive it again... no matter how sucked it got towards the end.
random thoughts... i never knew that speaking sabahan, not caring where you are... eventhough a densely populated area with semenanjungs... could actually attract a lot of ppl. i dont know if i should apply it in semenanjung. hmmm. maybe... we'll see. i'd probably need faidz's help on this one... introduce me to new group of ppl... and speak sabahan as if ive never stepped foot in KL before. heheh.
i dont understand sometimes... how people say that want to care about certain people... and say.. 'i understand what you're going through' and bla2. honestly... that's a load of crapt. what's more loaded with crapt are those who are trying to help those in dire need... without understanding what predicament they're going through. and what's waaaay more loaded crapt than the previous ones... are those who cause all these predicaments... and act as if nothing has happened, and think they can just patch things up the people they hurt around them after the other crashed and burned. understand this.... those people were there for you when things were fucked up for you back then, those people were there for you when everyone wasnt there for you, those people were there for you for a big portion of your life... regardless how you treat them, what they're condition is, REGARDLESS.... they were still there for you. and dont think they can just smile and act like nothing happened. please... understand.... some people may not have it easy like you do... so please.... understand......
weird... you know... being a pizza delivery guy... who's working on a Friday night for the past three years... ive developed the strangest habit. when my colleagues or friends start making plans for a friday night... id be thinking suddenly whether i'll be working at Pizza Bella, and till wat time will i be working. who will be working with me... and dreading the rush hour that's about to hit later in midnite and somehow... almost everytime... 30 minutes before we close. i know i wasnt having much fun working at the pizza place... but the fact how it really got to me after these three years... it was weirdly awesome? somewhat. heh.
hear from you guys soon... oh and fera dearest.... please do call me when abe and marien are there. i sooo want to hear to all three of you. dpt skype pun dah cukup cool. take care guys....
just got of the phone with one of the most adorable ladies i came to know... my dearest kakak... lana-chan. congrats in your freshly new job. :). it kinda dawned me... that most people i know now are working... being adults... heck... people dont call you by your nick name anymore. things are really changing. one difference though... so far, right now, i know that working people are looking forward to weekends. as for me... i dont even feel its a weekend. it just passes by like that. basically... if you're in bintulu... time is nothing much. you grow old, but you wont even feel a thing... because... most of the time.... for spare time... you do nothing. that's the thing i would love to change now. start some outdoor thingy... full pump of testerone and all... yeapp.... but somehow... i think non-locals around here really need gorgeous women. sigh. but everyone knows... growing up... is not the best thing we're looking forward to. being able to be young, play around, hang out and watch TV with your friends, throwing snowballs at each other, and where teenage drama is widely displayed... by yourself... as well as by others.... heh. how would i trade my current life with the past four years and relive it again... no matter how sucked it got towards the end.
random thoughts... i never knew that speaking sabahan, not caring where you are... eventhough a densely populated area with semenanjungs... could actually attract a lot of ppl. i dont know if i should apply it in semenanjung. hmmm. maybe... we'll see. i'd probably need faidz's help on this one... introduce me to new group of ppl... and speak sabahan as if ive never stepped foot in KL before. heheh.
i dont understand sometimes... how people say that want to care about certain people... and say.. 'i understand what you're going through' and bla2. honestly... that's a load of crapt. what's more loaded with crapt are those who are trying to help those in dire need... without understanding what predicament they're going through. and what's waaaay more loaded crapt than the previous ones... are those who cause all these predicaments... and act as if nothing has happened, and think they can just patch things up the people they hurt around them after the other crashed and burned. understand this.... those people were there for you when things were fucked up for you back then, those people were there for you when everyone wasnt there for you, those people were there for you for a big portion of your life... regardless how you treat them, what they're condition is, REGARDLESS.... they were still there for you. and dont think they can just smile and act like nothing happened. please... understand.... some people may not have it easy like you do... so please.... understand......
weird... you know... being a pizza delivery guy... who's working on a Friday night for the past three years... ive developed the strangest habit. when my colleagues or friends start making plans for a friday night... id be thinking suddenly whether i'll be working at Pizza Bella, and till wat time will i be working. who will be working with me... and dreading the rush hour that's about to hit later in midnite and somehow... almost everytime... 30 minutes before we close. i know i wasnt having much fun working at the pizza place... but the fact how it really got to me after these three years... it was weirdly awesome? somewhat. heh.
hear from you guys soon... oh and fera dearest.... please do call me when abe and marien are there. i sooo want to hear to all three of you. dpt skype pun dah cukup cool. take care guys....
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