random thoughts on a friday like this
Emails. People dont really use them anymore, I guess, with the existance of blogging and friendster and the countless messangers we dont need them huh? However on the office mail, I had one serious one, along with a bunch of junkies. Some guy asked me for MSDS, which I already submitted to him, nevertheless, I gave him one.I had some serious thought about guys in turban on motorbikes. How come they dont need to wear a helmet? I havent checked if the turban is made of steel or fibre-glass material to actually permit them to ride without one. Also, I have been in Phuket. In Thailand, the rule allows the pillion rider not to have one. This issue somehow concerns me, and I dont really know why. It must be the reason I do nothing at work, but play games on Yahoo!
The six year old Adi Putra. Bloody hell, I went to school for 11 years to get to university, and still, I'm having trouble with maths. God is sometimes, I would say unfair. This boy is 6 and he's doing university maths with no problem at all. I have to admit, I feel challenged by a 6 year old.
Two bloody fashion show in a week, both at almost the same venue. KLCC and Avenue K are interconnected. I'm not gay but the models sure got my eyes on them. There was one, I saw her practicing a few days before. She wasnt pretty or anything, seriously, but it was her aura. Probably how she was walking on the fashion runaway. It was as if the runaway was made of nothing but air. I wouldnt say she looked like an angel, but she sure was burning hot as hell.
Harry Potter. I watched it last week. I was pretty disappointed. But like Paulo Coelho said in the Zahir, the movie that goes on in the head when one's reading can never compare to any movie on the screen. Maybe because I have such an intense imagination, kot.
I met my friend from high school, just not any friend, one of best friends. It was a great meet up, I actually went to bed smiling that night. But it's weird, because ever since, neither of us said anything via sms or mail or just a simple click to call. I'm actually waiting for her, my side of the story, because I made the first move then.
I'm feeling bored. I constantly need spicing up in my life to feel happy and complete. It makes me wonder, is that an illness? Maybe I need attention. I have no problem admitting that I am indeed, like everyone of you (accept that you cant admit it) that I am an attention seeker. I need fire. I need cold. I need just something, to cut this boredom, or else I fear I might die an uncomplished person.
Adrian Mole. From Leceistershire. I have been spying on him. At the moment he's 35, very broke, not at all married, but seeing his girlfriend sister, sleeping with both of them. He has 2 sons, on of which is in the war in Iraq. He also made a bet at Labrokes or it's competitor that Saddam Hussein has weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Ha-ha! Knowing the future from where he is standing, I'm laughing. There goes all his money. Go read it. It's like a chiq flick, only this time, it's about a guy rather than the usual girl story. Funny how screwed up his life can be. Mine's not so bad after all.
WIth that, I'll end my rants with a happy thought... what a Friday. My last Friday of being able to go back at 6 on.the.dot. The last one where I am able to wear my cargo and trainers to work. The last before I start with the serious bit in life.
Dont you just love Friday? I love Fridays.
Endure it. Saviour it. Like an ice-cream... slurpppp
posted by WaBBa Fe$H @ 9:24 AM
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