YES!!!!!! I finally did it. it took me 5 mths to eventually solve the rubik cube. was reading somewhere that the record was onli 14 seconds. anyway, i’m juz happy tt i did it. and now, i’ve one lesser thing to think abt.
went over to my moms place last nite. a place i called home for the past 20 yrs. i still save the phone no in my hp as HOME. probably cos i dont have any home line. i truly enjoyed living in amk all my life. i nvr tot i’d moved out but who am i to say. the place has really changed but there are still familiar faces tt i see. i really miss the ping pong table where we used to have so much fun. come to think of it, i dont think theres any ping pong table in new estates. sad..
as it was getting late, i decided to make a move. hang out with my bro at the car park b4 leaving. we were talking air abt cars n stuff. abt his jamming for his performance. then this car drove past us very slowly. the idiotic driver stared us for no apparent reason. so i gave him ‘why? u nvr see a mat driving a car b4 issit?’ look. pui..bloody @r5e. we went on with our conversation for a while more. as it was really geting late, we drove off.
as i was negotiating the bend in the mscp, i saw this policeman. at tt moment i knew tt someone had complained to the police abt us. true enuff, we were stopped by the policeman juz as we were abt to leave the car park. nice.
i cant remeber the last time i got srcreened by a policeman. it brought back memories of me playing football at the void deck. the very sight of a policeman made us scamper. those were the days.
this time it was different. i tried very hard to remain calm. luckily, the ampai was very polite. impartial all the way. had he been not, i would be screaming at the top of my voice. i was right. someone has indeed called the police. according to him, he was informed there were 2 men loitering at the car park. i told him frankly tt it was us.
talking bout jumping to conclusion. all i did was to apply tyre shine on my car. n my bro was showing me wat some guys did to their fog lamp. for tt, some fool tot we wanna commit theft. wat has the world become? was told tt i didnt look like someone who own the car. WTH??? i was in my t-shirt n shorts n jogging shoes. wats wrong with tt? i bot the car with the meagrely pay i get by being a govt dog. btw, who r u n wat have i done to u? y dont u juz take our pic n post it at STOMP?
i admit i do not have much money. nvr intend to be a show off. i’ve always try hard not to look down on pple, have ill-feelings against anyone or bear any grudges. its not easy but we gotta start somewhere, dont we?
definitely i wanna be as zen as i can be.
went to a wedding last weekend. tt made it the second one i attended this mth. i must say this has been a good harvest since it is the off season for me. being in an industry where many of us get hitched during the 2 open seasons, i am glad tt the days when i have to attend 3 or 4 weddings in a day are over. truth is i’ve been invited to lesser weddings these days. not tt i’m complaining, but i guess now i’ve entered the realm of baby showers kids birthdays. well, i cant remeber gg to a baby shower this yr. all i know i couldnt attend them when the invitations were extended to me.
baby showers are different. they are less predictable as it is not easy to conceive in the first place. so whenever a fren gave birth, it always feels like striking toto. speaking of babies, i juz wonder how many of us remember what our parents told us when we asked how we came abt. things tt adults lie to kids are unbelievable. white lies. looking back, i find it very funny actually.
wats funnier is the conversation we had when we were kids. i had this fren when i was young. we all know he is one damn big liar. but we did listen to his stories as we felt entertained. we r juz suckers. there was once he told us he met Care Bears the nite b4. being younger than him, we actually beieve every word he said. in fact, we even asked him they did on the clouds. i recall someone ask him how they communicated. he said they, the Care Bears, spoke Malay. hahaha…this is wat made me remember til today. mcm tgk doraemon kat TV1. i havent seen him over the yrs. heard from some frens tt he turned out strange. with regular meet up with the bears, think that high altitude do affect his brain eventually.
i havent been on the high altitude often. but a lump on my head has been worrying me for sometime. went to the doctor, he couldnt feel it. few mths back, another lump, though smaller, appeared on my eyelid. have i been so slack tt barnacles r growing on me? like a humongous whale. if i really have the chance to live underwater, i wanna meet Patrick. so dumb that he made Homer work for his money.
now tt the Simpsons movie is out, i better hurry to catch it. or i might miss it like transformers n even fantastic 4. luckily i manage to catch TMNT. tho it was a little disappointing, the return of the fab four on the big screen made me go kawabanga.
i missed the documetary on one the Fab Four on cable few days back. been waiting for it but i end up playing badminton. dont think there is any repeat telecast. damn. maybe, all i need is to organise myself.
for tt, i definitely wanna do it on a pda phone.
i have always worry if i’ve offended or wronged anyone in fact, it kills me when i knew tt i did something wrong or unethical. i come up with ridiculous excuses to justify what i did.
if i could right all the wrongdoings i ever did, i probably be dead by now. not all are as forgiving as i would like. but i must say i am quite blessed tt i got away with most of things. maybe i spoke too soon. cos nature a funny way of biting u in the backside when u least know it. so wat if i could tt? would it make this world a better for me? i dunno..
wat abt not knowing if u have done something wrong? n the person bears a grudge worse than the ghost in ju-on. hmmmm….i dont wanna know.
maybe i shldnt worry too much cos pple do tt to me too. i’m happy with wat i am now n nothing gonna change my world. jai guru deva…om.
well, the last time i check, i’m not earl.
i’ve always known tt this will indefintely. i knew it comes with job but i’ve managed to distance myself for a long time now. n i knew it will be a moment of mixed feeling for me cos no one would want to be in my shoes. somehow i think of it as a rite of passage tt i’ve gotta to go thru.
when i think abt it again, it wasnt so bad tt i have to hide my head in the sand like an ostrich. i actually cant wait to share my experience.
so after six yrs it finally happened.
i was sitting on my desk in class when i saw one of boys walking along the corridor. he sure walk funny. then it struck me…..could this be it?????
lo n behold, i finally strike the jackpot. i could smell it, literally. nice. after all these yrs i have finally have a pupil who shit in his pants.
watched motorcycles diaries few days back. must say its a good show. one of a few spanish movies i’ve seen. i was so mesmerised by the ‘39 Norton used in the movie. looking at it makes me realise my love for 2-wheelers. i’ve always have a penchant for old/retro stuffs. (if onli i could have afforded to drive a VW combi) so, it isnt suprising tt i wish i could own one of the nortons.
but bcos the stupid regulations we have here, tt would be juz a dream as it is almost impossible to import one to spore. i havent seen any on the road b4 but i was lucky enuff to have seen one in the classic bike shop at jln besar(now moved to i dunno where). wow! it was solid metal all round. guess wat? the guy didnt wanna sell it. who would? if i had own one, i probably bring it to the grave with me. thankfully, some classics n vintages are being reproduced these few yrs. hopefully i will get my hands on one of them soon.
another intersting thing abt the movie was the potrayal of el che. wifey commented,"how could he be so handsome?" well, fr wat i’ve learnt fr dr rahil, movies n history dont really go hand in hand. common sense. anyway, history is written by the winners. more worryingly, i must say, distortions in movies further hide us away fr real truths. gimme the truth john lennon said. but who wanna do tt? n can u handle the truth?
speaking of lennon n el che, would they have been idolised if they r still alive today? of cos not. morrison,marley,joplin,hendrix,cobain n many others suffered the same fate. would we wear che guevarra t-shirts?(wonder if those who wear them really know he is) initially, i tot he was someone from penang. some pple fr penang have che in their names. pardon me, i was onli 11 then. there is something abt these pple who died or murdered leaving a legacy behind. is it bcos we marvel at wat they managed to do within the short amt of time they have here? or is it the fact they died at a young age? maybe its a little of everything. dont ask me. i dunno.
now, do we really need an idol in our life? i dunno abt u but i dont mind being rich like donald trump. imagine…MAMAT TOWER smack rite in the middle of town. tts nice. idolisation is a funny thing. was at piere lachaise, saw pple singing and having fun ard jim’s tomb. i find it hilarious. maybe i’m not too big a fan of the doors. but eh, i crossed abbey road countless times. tts stupid too.
well, i’m not the only one.
2007 has been good so far. why not? i’ve been practically since the turn of the year. its not that i wish for it to be this way. but my knee aint juz strong enuff as yet. now tt i’m getting better, i’m truly enjoying this mini holiday. gone r the days when sleeping was a painful ritual. waking up every hour in the middle of the nite is no fun for someone who enjoys a gd nite sleep like me. i might have mentioned tt i could sleep anywhere n anyhow. well, i finally met my match. i cant sleep when in pain. i’m juz delighted the painful nites had gone.
this has got to do with the physiotherapy that i was put thru. actually, i find it a little stupid for me to attend the therapy sessions initially. but since i have nothing to do, i told myself tt i might go out. with all the strenthening exercises, it can be a torture too. but at least i can make human contact. as an habitual latecomer, the therapists will always greet with a question i can never answer. "Why are you late?" i juz smile n keep mum. its funny how pple keep asking tt. as if they will accept my reason. there will never be a good reason to be late. maybe a good excuse. well, after 6 weeks, i am now walking without the brace. lookin at he mirror i look like i have polio. didnt ralise my left thigh shrink tt much. have to work to get my thigh to be like roberto carlos.
talking abt therapy. it will be strange not to mention my favourite kind of therapy. anger management programme, my style. asean cup couldnt come at a better time. it is only at the kallang stadium tt i can release all tt is pent up in me. but since i havent been to work lately, there is not much really. i’m zen now, i keep telling pple. how wrong i was. in a industry where i have to watch my words, this is a gd time to let it all out. anyway, u can practically say anything when u’re watching football in the stadium. with the amt of expletives tt came out of my motormouth, pple will think i’m nuts. but not at the grand ol’ lady. an old fren of mine tot i might get an heart attack. in fact there many like me. prolly having their therapy sessions there as well.
maybe it has got smthg to do with me being passionate abt football. i remember watching my schoolkids playing in a match. whe i got to the field, the match has already started. worse i saw conceding the equaliser. damn…the player was offside. stupid referee allowed the goal to stand. ARGH!!!!! the poor female referee got it from me. since i was in school premises with kids ard me, i minced my words. kept taunting her. hahha…she suddenly warned me tt she wanna sent me off the field. wat nonsense! i’m not in charge of the team. how can u send a spectator off? i said my final piece n left for home.
anyway, went to see the doc yesterday. she asked if i needed more rest. i said no, strangely. staying at home for too long has taken its toll on me i guess. well, talking to urself for entertainment is not something u do everyday, do you? thankfully, wifey has always have the patience to bear with me. i think she cant wait for me to go back to work so that i get myself occupied and not to bother her.
have been down with flu for few days now. nvr sit in front of a blasting fan after taking a shower late at nite.
took some pills in the fridge n hoping to feel better. instead, flu is still bugging me n now suffering from diarhoea. in the last 24 hrs, i’ve been to the bowl at least 10 times. even have to cancel my cycling trip today. nvr like to spend the whole day shitting. who like to shit anyway?
on the contrary, pple has always known me as someone who likes to do juz tt. during sch days, i was always late due to tt. to me, nothing can be more impt than relieving oneself. y would i want to endure the incomsumable pain all the way to sch? let it go now, worry bout the consequence later. i came to realise tt being late to sch was not such a big deal. cos there was a hole in the sch fence. sometimes, after climbing the thru the fence, i’ll stay in the toilet next to it first. let the other greenhorns to be caught by the tcrs n councillors. once the commotion settled, i’ll make my way. of course after finishing my biz in the room.
but like they say, no matter how gd the squirrel can jump, it will eventually fall. i hit a brick wall on the day they sealed the fence. n i was sent for CWO. had to help a tcr in gardening. boy i really felt like a bangla worker. sweating like a pig, (do they sweat?) had to pick up bricks for her. while doing tt, the gal i like passed me by with a chuckle. i must say i looked quite ‘cute’ tt time. hahaha..who am i kidding?
anyway, a close fren noted tt i have always need to go to the loo wherever i go. well he’s not the onli one to say tt. wifey even suggested me to review all the toilets i’ve been to. well, maybe i should.
since i’m always blase abt toilet matters, juz like to share some of my rendezvous with the little room. juz writing was off my mind..
chatuchak mkt in bangkok. was carrying a large backpack after a day of shopping. the cubicle is tiny. there is no place i can hang my bag. i can hardly turn myself. had no choice but to enter the cubicle in reverse motion ala reverse parking. cant believe i actually did tt. worse i had to do it while carrying my backpack. bummer. thank god there was a water hose.
having a water hose is impt for obvious reason. i really do like the toilet on the 2nd floor of tampines-changkat cc.(former wifey’s workplace) the bowl has an automatic @$$ cleaner. bidet in the bowl itself. cool. like in europe. funny thing was tt it has always gives a tingling sensation while it cleans my @$$. too bad she no longer work there.
man i really need to make another trip. when will this suffering end?
went back to school this morning. everything seems weird. its the holidays i told myself but with all the renovation gg on, i felt like i’ve stepped into the black hole..i cant even sit at my own cubicle..sigh..left in an hour.
reminded myself i was onli away for 3 weeks. thankfully it is the holidays or i probably cant adjust to life.
funny how weeks of fooling ard degrades the state of the mind. haha….life is full of hypocrisy.
was at psle marking last week. must say it was the most hectic one i’ve been to. luckily, met some frens whom i havent seen in years. strangely, no one commented i grew fatter. maybe, i did shed some pounds after all. must be the fasting.
during lunch one day, a fine lady reading a mag caught my attention. it wasnt her but rather the young parents mag interested me more. i wonder when i will start to that kind of stuff. something not working right, i suppose. after more than 2 yrs, pressure is mounting on wifey n me to produce mini-mes. keep telling myself the day will come .
back to the lady. she was so engrossed in reading. reminds me of the 1st mag i ever read. RADIO N TV TIMES. local publication. A5 sized like those exercise books pupil use in school. i was so amazed at all tv listings they have. think it was replaced by the more hip 8 days. always trying to find out wat the eighth day means.
at the same time, i was reading URTV n MEDIA Hiburan. m’sian published. all the juicy gossips bout the malay pop industry. btw, i dont buy those. read them during my weekly visits to my aunt’s place. also, smash hits. pics of all those teenage icons splashing across the pages. nkotb..take that…
in sec sch, the gals in my class always have teens or teenage mags with them. quite interesting read i must say. learn a thing or 2. wifey used to buy cleo, her world n go mags. sometimes, she would get me to grab those mags b4 gg to her place.
fhm was a fave during ns. was rather disappointed when they had stopped publication after 6 issues. but they came with fhm singapore. i dont any diff tho. scootering mag was another fave. been reading all the years i rode on a vespa. tt wld be 5 yrs.
then bridal mags. actually, she did all the reading. i was juz flipping thru pretending to be interested. thank god no more wedding for me.
home decor mags next. always envy those pple with nice aprtments. well, i love my place. it may not be big or furnished expensively but it is mine. oops ours.
nowadays i juz buy car mags. looking at mods tt i cant afford. can be depressing some time
been waiting for the time to buy parenting mags. may it come soon.
