The Highest Order Of All Complications In Life: July 2005

Friday, July 29, 2005

the unsent letter

To whom it may concern,

When I try too hard to say the right things to you, often I would go wrong. Many times before when we both had no tied strings, I tried to tell you, but we never said anything nice to each other. I dont blame yourself or I. It was nature that made it happened that way. For whatever reason, I am sure it came with a course, not by us, but the Man above.

I am not trying to unearth the buried. I am trying to face my deepest fears when I asked for a meet up. I am not trying to jeopardize both our chosen paths in life, rather I am here for an explaination that neither of us had.

I never really wanted my answer before, because I was afraid of what I might hear. However, at present, I know for sure that the answer wont change our destinies. I need to know. I come not for a "Part II" of what was left, rather I come for "the end". I do not love, but I am haunted.

By the past you have scribbled on my history. But left hanging. Blown away, like a feather without a certain direction.

It is fair for me to know. It is fair for me to at least have my answer. A direction. It is for me to hear. So that The Zahir will disappear. So that I have my meaning of the love I possess at present. For me to go on in life.

You might have forgotten me. I tried forgetting you. Yet I failed. This is my last resort. And here I am, my guards down, like never before, for no one at all. Yet, here I am, guards down, before you, just for an plain answer.

I have written many of this sort to you before, stored deep in the beds of my heart. But today, I found the gutts to finally click the "send" button. If this is the price I have to pay to move on, so be it.

Respectfully,
the girl who once lived down your lane

Just before I disappear

One:
My best friend, Sherrie's had her first operation ever, got her appendics out today, so I'm off to visit her later. And I havent been spending much quality time with her lately. I miss her, my mate, a lot more than I think I do actually.

Two:
Men, why they look so good in suits, even if their old and 'grey'ing.
It took me a while to reason out, properly, because of the black colour, everyone well, practically anyone can look good in black. Even the ladies pick a black dress for the first date with so-n-so.
Two, because the heavy, thick material of a suit falls almostly seaminglessly, instantly hiding all the unwanted tyres on the body, if you know what I mean... I wished I were a man, it's so easy to look good, gel up bits of thy hair and pop goes the weasel!

Three:
Nu!, you took a picture with Graham Norton?!! How cud you?? Man, I love that dude, but you know what I love the most, his sidekicks in nice leather underwears... man, those are killers.
I miss So Graham Norton, they dont play it here, of course they wont, how can they, they made a huge fuss over some of the scenes shot in Sepet, you think they'd accept gay acts?

Thursday, July 28, 2005

spasm

I was practically sleeping the whole day yesterday because at 1 am I had to rush to the clinic. I had a massive tummy ache, I could not breathe. I thought it was food poisoning.

Apparently not.

The doctor said my lil intestines were having spasm. When he pressed my tummy, I felt it tick against his finger.

In other words, spasm here means gastric.

Me? Gastric? I havent been eating at the right time.

Well, Sherrie, now I got it.

And Aboo... Happy Happy Birthday sayang!

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

spatters

I'm pissed off, because I cant take a piss.

Picture this:
You feel the urge, nature calls. And you enter the women's WC and you find, some guy used it, without lifting the seat and he left his mark. Yes, like a dog will do on every lamp post that hasnt been marked.

Vov.. I could kill, and I know who that person is. It is the loud-speaking guy on the phone. It isnt enough that he annoys the whole office with his voice, and now it is getting personal. This is also NOT THE FIRST time he has left traces of his piss all over the toilet seat. For Gad's sake, the girls in Yaztech isnt toilet cleaners.

I swear I am gonna print a big print out that teaches who ever who uses the women's toilet:

GENTLEMEN, THE MEN'S TOILET IS ON YOUR RIGHT,
HOWEVER, IF YOU HAVE THE URGE TO USE THE WOMEN'S TOILET,
PLEASE LIFT THE SEAT UP AND MAKE SURE YOU LEAVE NO TRACE.
THANK YOU.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Wisdom comes with pain?

The throbbing pain goes to my head, giving me an istant headache.

I extracted one about a year ago, I still have 3 more to go. It is killing me. Mom says it's bad karma. She said when she had it, her life was a mess and as soon as she took them all off, her life was a breeze...

I will go in for a minor surgery next week because the painkillers will run out soon.

Yes, it's the annoying case of the Wisdom Tooth.

Friday, July 22, 2005

Yankee doodle came to Kajang

If ever you happen to drop by in Kajang, at night, I would gladly recommend you Yankees Hut. It is surely a great hang out, with a totally local experience. I love the set up, and the food, hhmm hmmm.. better than words could explain. The catch is, dont order western food, or the goreng-goreng (fried) stuff. Malay dishes like Daging masak merah, sup campur, sayur campur, a fish dish and telur dadar will be an ideal pick. I gurantee and orgasmic satisfaction afterwards.

Seriously, if you happen to drop by Kajang, do msg me on friendster or something, I'd be glad to take you out on a nice dinner with my fiance. It will be on me. *smiles*

Another thing, I have been thinking to get PS2, not the lastest one but the white one. I have this craze to kill aliens and kick butts virtually. So what do you think? Should I or shouldnt I? It's 800 bucks here. I'm still thinkin, Pres said he is willing to split the cost with me. Hence, 400 from each of us to virtual paradise.

Or geek land?

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Killing the Habit

I have a big time confession to make. I AM AN ADDICT.

And it sickens me. I am disgusted with myself to have to commit not-so-much of a sin, but hell. I cant say "TAK NAK!". And so I came up with a PRO & CON list like I used to when I had to never admit that I love mb, ever again. I came up with a list, just like what Ross did when he was confused with Rachel.

Somehow, with mb, it worked, at least for a while, when he was around and it was hard to avoid him. Now, I am gonna do the same which means, my best friends, Mr Ciggies are at par with mb. It is a Goddamn obssession, I tell you. So here's my list, hopefully my PROS list beat the other.

WHY I should be Giving up my best friends, Mr Ciggies?

1- More spending money for me: A pack of 10 (which is my daily number of sticks, shhhssh I know..) is RM 3.60 per day, a month, I will have RM 108 which is equalvalent to a nice Padini working shirt, I am dying for the checks. Or five pair of nice Hush Puppies shoes a year. And a nice Braun Buffel wallet? Oh man... money for shoppin!

2- I wont have to pay for more insurance when I apply, if I apply though.

3- It's just bad... ait?? eventhough it takes my stress away

4- And I am a girl, what about later when I have kids? Might as well stop now

5- Doing it for mom and dad too, at least I should be a good daughter after what they have done for me.

6- It is an ugly sight to watch, then again, when I started caring what people think?

7- For my health sake. So I wont die young? But I could be sitting here and suddenly something falls on me, crushing my brains to bits, know what I mean?? If it meant to be then, it's just that.

8- Because I owe it to myself, it was a pledge I made to myself.

9- With all the pleasure I can get, a girl dont really need a stick of a centimeter in diameter and 3 inches of length now, do I? EHhehe.. whert? What pleasure were you guys thinkin? Tsk tsk shame on you.

10- For All the 9 reasons I can think of and the other million I cant, fer Gad's sake, I need to BREAK THE HABIT... so help me God.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Phew... It's done, It was PERFECT

Maybe it's because it is my engagement party. Or is it because somehow everything just fell into place, except the fact that Pres and family arrived 2 hours later than the promised time.

But things like this happen, in a country like Malaysia, where people is fashionably late. I wasnt annoyed though. He had to organise a 17 car gathering to my place. So I dont blame him.

Enough food. Perfect gifts. What more should I ask. My friends were there. I have 3 pictures for now. More to come, once I collect them from Sherrie girl. Thanks for your help sayang.

After the party, Pres and I went for a late night date, to seize the moment, the day, to enjoy the rest and what is left of the 17th of July 2005. And we decided to go back to the place where we first said our first "Hello" to each other. Funny how a simple "hello" can turn into a lifetime filled with joy and shared sorrow. Both of which is essential for a healthy relationship.

I am today Pres' fiance as he is mine. One big title but I am lovin it. And the rock on my finger gives me a reasonable weight which symbolizes our happiness and togetherness.

More pictures to come, with time. Thank you again, friends and commentators, near or far.

P/S: Nu, I have started on the Parker Grey Show. A girly version of Cathcher In The Rye :)

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Meme 3: Five Golden Questions

StoneBoy threw me these when I asked to be interviewed. Refer the post ASK ME NOT, dated 12th July 2005. Here goes another of them Memes.

Q1 - What’s your favourite book of all time? Give reasons
Well, it is the first Quest and I am already trippin'. I read quite a lot these days, and I must say Paulo Coelho is my fav writer of all times, and his books are all great. I have read 5 and 4 of which I found intriguing. But The Zahir was the one that made me think so deep I couldnt sleep that nite. In my sleep, I asked myself questions. About my obsession. About my past love. About my lost. I would say it is the Zahir, because in that book, I learnt a whole lot about my favorite writer, Coelho himself. It was like I know him now. And I respect his views, I would say. It questioned me on my own happiness, which is soon to be conquered.

Q2 - Why do people commit suicide?
It is when they face the accomodador (or giving up point) and if only they find no way around it, or accounting it, and if they are a true coward, will they do this. Commit suicide. Every person is borned with a survivor instinct, whether they realize it or not. And it is at times like this is when they survivorship comes in handy. If should one fails to discover or apply what has been planted by 'nature' in them since birth will they give in to the accomodador.
I must say though, I have come to my accomodador once, maybe I thought about giving in to it, but my friends fish me out and I thank God for them. I might be still suffering from my accomodador, but everyday brings me a step further from it.

Q3 - Complete this sentence…..If I don’t give a damn about anyone in this world, I would become a ……
The Wicked Witch from the West. I dont care about the 99.99% of the world, to tell you the truth. But as for the 0.01% they have my heart, my soul and every emotion there is to me. And you guys know who you are.

Q4 - Men are from Mars. True or false?

For someone who read fictional books, I dont really know what Mars represent. Let's hear my true version of men. I once said heartlessly to test to a platonic 'friend': "All men are dogs." Ironically, he suprised me when he did not get angry, instead he replyed in return, "Depends on the breed". And I asked him, "So what breed are you?" His reply came with a reason, "I'm a bulldog. I'm lazy". And I stopped there. If all men are really the homosapien version of dogs, then the gays must be a bunch of male "poodles". I dont know where men are from, but they are definately a bunch of dogs, plus some need training, like how you woman taught your hubbies to put the dirty pair of undies and socks in the basket and not on the floor, kan?

Q5 - Name 3 things you would like to see wiped off the face of this planet
The first one would go the the bastards and bitches who push to get on the LRT and Komuter every morning without fail. Man, I am so tempted to smack the shet out of them. It's good target practise.

The second one would be able bodies asking for money. The tsunami victims for example is another story, that's different, you cant work on a land with na-da on it. But the Myanmar kids, I swear we should get their parents and pull of their nails one by one, what are they teaching to the young? People should sow what they reap.

The third one will be the ones bombing themselves and everyone else in the bombable parameter. I just want peace and harmony.

Questions were good, the best interview question while I was at a job interview was something like this, and I will never forget that face who interviewed me:

"How come people can be best of friends for 10 years, but then one day, just one day, one of the friend did something to hurt the other and that 10 years of built up friendship perished as if that 10 years did not happen? How come people only focus on the bad rather than the good?"

Now, while I am on my 5-days break and while I get myself engaged, think about this. The question. Can you gimme an answer to this one, because it did occur, many times in my life. And see you in my engagement party StoneBoy. Thanks.

Meme No.2: Ya-self at whole

Tagged By: Stone (dude, gonna miss you when u are gone, tkx to the blogs, we can keep in touch)

Bunch of Q&A I'm gonna pass on just before I take that holiday for me engagement, so here goes peepies:

Q1 - Myself:
Like I said before, I am one complicated being. I believe in myself too much, sometimes I'd like to think that the world needs me more than I need them. I know, what an ego woosy I am, but it must be the horid past that moulded me into well, me today. So, take it or leave it. I dont let many penetrate my true self, yet those who are willing to see with their hearts will succeed. Maybe I am a Cypher myself. Like Aboo once said: "You are like a chocie biscuit with the cream inside, hard on the outside, all softie in the inside"

Q2 - Wisdom:
I'm street smart. My wisdom comes with my instinct. I refuse to be called 'ignorant' and it does annoy the fish out of me if one did. Yet, I dont take interest into things that I loathe. Like politics. I dont give the fuck what these people say? For all I know most of them are blood suckers, and if there is one person who tries to change the trend of corruption, here's my advice "I think it is kinda toooooo late for it, dude". But yea, street smart. And I listen to my heart to make my decisions. Also, if should I come to a dead end, baby's always there to fish me out. He's street smart, book smart, all in one, and that one person who can mentally stimulate me, it's him.

Q3 - Regrets:
None. I strongly believe the things that did not happen to me were meant to be. Mistakes, though - MANY. Like when I was learning to walk, I fell, but I never gave up. Yao-Jin used to tell me: For every cloud, there is a silver lining. It is also said in the religion, that behind every occurence there is a reason for it. But if that is one thing I'd like to change in the past, is to express my feelings to mb, like Haidar told me to, and get it over with. That was stupid, because I did not follow my heart.

Q4 - Family:
Used to be one happy family. It's broken up now though. It is me. It does sadden me to see dad everyday, doing things for me, but unable to say a simple "Thank You". That is why I hate being 'ego'. I dont know, I hope when I speak to him again, it wont be too late.

Q5 - Film:
Truthfully, I enjoy the 'film' that goes on in my head whenever I read books. And if you are talking about movies, I really enjoyed Mr & Mrs Smith. If you are talking about series, it definately have to be Tru Calling, man, I get devastated if I dont watch it on TV3 every Sunday at 10pm. I get depressed to the point I would put myself on arson, yea, like that indian guy who missed the episode of Teinmolly (or something, a tamil series on Astro)

Q6 - Faith:
I have faith in the God. I have faith in myself, I believe I will be able to achieve my dreams and desires with the help on God and time. But most of all, it is myself who wants be helped. And faith may seem mythical, but I believe. And many times prior to today, it was the remedy that kept me breathing, kept me walking, kept me talking. Listen to your heart, and it will feed you the answers you need.

Q7 - Friends:
I dont call a familiar a friend. To me, friends are there to share your tears but most importantly to celebrate your glory. And not feel envious or sicken by it. And I am one lucky girl who is blessed with such pals. They never ditch me, not in times of pain, joy or even when I was confused once. They were there. And it was unconditional. The two really special ones I never lost touch even when I was lost: Aboo and Sherrie

Q8 - Ideas:
This is a tough one, because it was not clear. I have got: Kinky Ideas, Business Ideas, Romantic Ideas, Self-Pampering Ideas, How-To-Fish-A-Guy-And-Make-Em-Obsessed-Wit-U-Even-When-You-Tell-Em-You-Are-Attached Ideas, Holiday Ideas, Eating Out Ideas, Eating In Ideas.. etc. Full stop. I am full of ideas, it drives me nuts at times. Oh, this a scary one, but I'm lovin' it, How-To-Get-Back-At-Your-Ex-Vanilla Sky-Stylo. I totally love it, so I am gonna put it down, guys, be afraid... be very afraid:

1- Seduce him (just to get him in a hotel room)and get him super drunk (but make sure he can smile for the camera).
2- Strip him naked.
3- Call up your gay friends.
4- Tie his drunken ass to the four-sides of the corner of the bed (yea, each limbs on each corner)
5- Write nasty stuff on a cardboard like "Yea, this is how I do it when no one's lookin"
6- Get your gay friend to stand at his face just so that you can have an image of your ex sucking a dick. (Gay friend's face dont have to be in the picture)
7- Make sure you have an at least 3 Mega pixel DG camera with good lighting, click the nice silver button darling.
8- Leave hotel, take his clothes with you and dump it somwhere no one will find.
8- Print as many copies (coloured) as you can afford.
9- Go up to the tallest building you can find in KL (since both of are in KL)
10- This is the best part, now THROW AWAY.... and see your revenge fall down to life, one by one. It's sweet sial...

Well, the five people I would love to tag:
1- Nu Sayang
2- NeWoman Dear
3- Princess Nathra
4- Teddy
5- and you if your name is not listed on my top four list

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

I dont really have that big of an issue

Now that it has been 2 years, and it took me till yesterday to get that.

This is a story about my one and only ex. The case about the ex.

Not like the normal stories about the exes in ones live, this is actually not so much about the ex, but the ex's MOTHER.

All these years.. I thought I was the 'baddie'. Yea, every mother-in-law to be I am ever gonna come across is gonna hate the shet out of me, but after yesterday, I was wrong. And Pres' mom adores me, so I aint so bad okay. I know I may look like an ex-con, but deep in my heart, I am a nice person. Sometimes, too nice for my own good.

Scene at Watson's:
I was queueing up to pay. Pres left me for a bit at the counter, because the credit card machine was taking a while. I felt someone at the back looking at me, and I turned, I saw this lady, in her 50-s say, she had so many things on her. I tried to make an eye contact so I can tell her, she can put her things on the counter, while I wait. But it was really hard, as she wa looking away. Then in my lil heart, the voice told me that she looked sort of familiar. Anyhow, here comes the conversation:

WaBBa-Fe$h: You can put your stuff on the table
Lady: (not a word, or a smile but she puts her things on the table)
WaBBa-Fe$h: (thought, maybe she dont know Engrish) Kesian you kan, barang banyak, berat..
Lady: Just nodded slightly and looked away
WaBBa-Fe$h: (thought, wat an old bitch.. and left)

It was highly disturbing, someone in the right mind acting like that. Because, I have been to many places in the world, and when your are nice to people, they return your kind gesture with at least a smile.

And I told Pres and he said well, "You are nice lar baby, people are not like that". Then, while dinner I still had the image of this old fart in my mind, then it hit me.. OMG! It was my ex's mom.

After all this years of wanting revenge, because our 'datin' here thought I was going after her son for the money. Na-ah, he cant even answer a simple y=mx+c question, what more the quadratic equations of life?

And so, I proved my point hah. I am better off. I have a wonderful man next to me and I am naturally nice, to old people especially, at least I try to.

Well, you woman, proved to be the biggest BITCH on planet earth, and your son, he was top on my mistake list. Leaving him was the smartest move I have made.

I rest my case. I have issues? Oh well, who doesnt?

Monday, July 11, 2005

The 'Ad'-on Power

These days it's all about the brand, along with it comes the adverts.

I heard an ad over Hitz.fm or was it Mix? Oh well, one of it. And it certainly played a mind trick on me and I bet the rest of the population who paid attention.

It sounded something like this, and they had to have a seducive lady voice for this one (for the special effects):

Some do it ~~during~~ after a nice warm shower, on a lazy afternoon.
Some on a stormy night.
Some do it first thing in the morning.
Some just before sleeping.
You can do it anywhere, wherever, during your freetime.
(The the sound of silence for a bit, just for the 'suspence' effect)
Reading... you can do it anytime you want (or something)

Well, that ad certainly had one big of an impact on my yellowish, kinkey mind, mind you. I have seen WICKED ads, but this one, coming from Msia, well, sure did 'boggle' me on.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Bridge and now Blast

Both the 'B's of London.

Today's The Star will not be the only paper having it as the headlines. It was only yesterday I saw "LONDON 2012" on the headlines, and today, it's the total other end of the string. People on the streets of London celebrating and today it is a total chaos.

I wonder when will the world stop having war against themselves.

My sister is still studying, luckily not in the heart of London, but Birmingham. Some of my friends are there as well, Nu amongst them. I hope you did not go anywhere near London semalam. Yao Jin wrote an article saying she was okay. She is currently staying in the heart of London, a close friend of mine and I am glad to hear she is okay.

I havent heard from Tasha, my sister though. But I doubt she went anywhere near London, as she is working in Birm now that it is summer. I do hope she calls in tonite.

I just hope these idiots stop this war againsts people, because the one's that get it are the innocent Muslims, like me and you (if you are a Muslim) who are reading it these and know nuts about bombing shet.

I remember the time somewhere after nine-eleven, my friends who were wearing headscarfs were harrassed unnecessarily. Shouted at and stuff. And also, I have a friend who is thinking of going to the UK for a decent holiday, and most likely his dreams are blemished with the event of bombing in London.

So much for a 'blast' huh?

Cold Feet

In 10 days time, I will be officially engaged to a lovely man by the name of Pres, as some you have already met.

I must say that a lot of combined efforts have been put out to make the day possible. The savings I managed to do, never before, because I can really spend, if you know what I mean. But for love, I saved. I manage to got almost all the things listed on your right, some striked out, some not, all coming, with more time. All, before the 17th of July.

I have been having nightmares, last week, I could not sleep, and in my dream, I dreamt that the day was a total blunder.

Cold feet, they called it.

I'm not really sure what to call it, because the way I see it, my feet is warm as well, the Malaysian weather.

I have been busy, doing the running-arounds, with hope that, that these cold feet thing as you may call it, wont hit me. However, subconciously, it does, in my sleep. Which proves my theory just rite.

I have made a pledge to give up smoking. Yes, after the 17th of July, no more fuggy-fuggy, nuddy-nuddy (you know who you are if you are reading this, and what it meant). Nevertheless, the memories of us being partners in crime will always remain in my heart, like a framed JPEG (or whatever u call it).

And so, to overcome this Cold Feet-ness, I have written a fairytale. I believe it is better to share my feelings, rather than to keep it all bottled up in here and then, one day, I'd just explode, may God forbid. And so goes...

Once a Fairytale, now Reality (it's called)

There once lived a girl who felt so lost. Almost like Alice in Wonderland, finding for the exit. But this "Alice" was no normal girl who had a pretty face. She knew it. That she was no pretty face.

She had a dream like the one's she read in Fairytales like Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella and in cartoons like Shrek. She was hoping to be saved. She also sang the "I'm a Believer" song. She travelled the world to find love, pure, sacred love.

From her home land to England to Thailand and also to Egypt.

Many times, she failed.

Some of her friends did ask her "So what's your dream guy like?" Often she would not answer the question. Silence did not signify her ignorance (which was what the friends thought), her lil heart told her "he did not exist" because he would be too good to be true. So she pretended she did not have one. Dream guy.

After many years of searching. She got tired. Hence she decided to return to her homeland. At least she gained a paper that guranteed her future.

One nite, in the blisterring, rainy nite at Crimson, she ended up seating next to a boy. This boy was plain, but in his eyes she saw Hope. After a word of hello and the normal intro thing, she found out, he was a traveller in search of love, just like her. He sailed tru Japan and other parts of Asia, sometimes to search his lost self.

A year and 7 months later, they are both standing at today. Today when it is just 10 days away from their engagement day. Both lives contruct a complete sphere of life.

And may they live happily ever after. And ever and ever, till the after life.. with lil babies called Mekheil and Ishmael. Yeay!

P/S: I have made an exception for the smoking thing though, I am allowed to smoke if I went clubbing. Ehehehe

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Un-numbered Dots

I have been thinking a lot. A whole lot about what I want in life.

Or rather, how to get to where I want to go in life. And I know not, just like I dont have a title for this blog until I actually finish writing it.

Sometimes, it aint about getting the pieces, but fixing the puzzle.

It is about connecting the dots.

For all I know I have dots everywhere on my lil piece of art paper, it's just not numbered like the dots-puzzles I used to do when I was a lil kid.

I have heard this elsewhere, maybe on adds on tv or something:

When I was a kid, things were simpler

Saturday, July 02, 2005

The Hunt for Dulang-s

The 'dulang'(tray) hunt begins at dawn tomorrow.

For I will take a morning drive down to Langkawi, for wat?

24 pieces of wooden tray for our engagement.

The hunt will be guided by Nathra for she has been to the said land.

Sounds like an adventure to me... so, till then:

Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish people!

P/S:Will be back on Monday

Road Signs are made for a reason

It has been a very, very long time ever since the last time was well, 'evil'.

I was tired. I sucked at pool yesterday. Thinking how I am gonna survive for the month of July, with all these engagement thingy, cash flows faster than alcohol in a club on a Friday nite. I was in a terrible mood.

And as I approached the gate to my home, this car was blocking, or not, but was making it hard for Pres to turn in. Trust me, my house is situated on a hill with an entrance on a funny angle. Well, it was not called Jalan Bukit for nothing, see.

That was it. I got off, picked up a stone with the roughest edges, and I gave the damn Kancil a good scratch on the side.

This is for parking at my entrance, just coz you bloody wanted to save RM2.
This is for NOT READING the NO PARKING SIGN my dad made with his own bare hands.
This is for IGNORING the ROCK and WOODEN CAGE my dad made to block the sides on the road to our house.
And, most of all,
THIS IS FOR PISSING THE F$#K OUT OF ME WHEN I AM ALREADY PISSED OFF, COMING BACK FROM WORK.

Serve you rite, bitch!
I'm not sorry at all for what I have done.
Told you, dont tempt me.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Passion for the Road

I probably knew this a long time ago, probably just lazy to do it these days, what I used to enjoy:
Driving Alone at nite with the song Name by Goo Goo Dolls in the background

And yesterday, I just had the urge after dropping Pres off at his place, instead of going straight home.. I took another route.

Also, the later you drive, say 12am, the better. Just Aljay and I, no traffic, cruising along the highway is a breeze tru. The silence of the night can be deafening, but accompanied by the Goos, it was perfect. So what's with the song? A long time ago, during the college days, up till today, I have this 'longing' everytime I hear it. If there was one song, maybe to describe me and my nature and my life, Name did it all.

The Highest Order Of All Complications In Life