A Blog With A Title

The life of a regular guy, going through irregular changes, looking for simple pleasures in life. Funny how seldom you can put simple and pleasure together. Everyone needs to believe in a GOD and I believe I can fill your believe. To you, I shall be GOD.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I had a dream... and it fucked me up!!

Everyday has become such a routine for me. I wake up, get ready and go to work. Let me share the proccess with you and let me just take today as an example.
My alarm went off precisely at 7.30 am this morning, I woke up, feeling that I have not had enough sleep as always, pressed the snooze button and hope that the next minute will come a little later before my alarm rings again. After what seems like 10 seconds, the alarm went off and so I sat up, searched for my glasses and proceeded to the washroom. Second toothbrush from the right from my toothbrush holder, I took the dark red Oral-B, smothered it with Darlie (I have been using this brand since primary school), and started the repetitive procedure of hopefully getting rid of all those stains left behind by my close companion Marlboro Lights. Rinsed my mouth, I then walk over to my cabinet and ponder on what shirt to wear today. Sometimes I envy blinkymummy (a blogger as well) because she only has to choose between her pink striped shirt or her beige one. I chose a long sleeved black shirt and a grey cotton pants, never bothered to tuck them in, I walked over to fix my hair. Up or down... choices choices... down it is. Took a pair of socks, my bag which has no use besides for keeping my car keys and cigarettes, and my pair of comfy hush puppies. Wore my socks and shoes, got my car keys and walked out the gate. Got into my black and just washed Hyundai RX-S which screams for help like a whining bitch whenever I try to accelerate uphill, and started my journey. The traffic congestion was expected and so I lit a cigarette, wound down the window, took a deep drag and filled my car with the smell of smoke. I don't even know why I bothered to drench my shirt in my Ferragamo perfume. Halfway through, my phone rang...

...OH FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK AM I STILL DOING IN BED?!?!?!?! I looked at my watch and it was 8.50am, my work starts at 9.00!!! OH GOD WHY ARE YOU PLAYING SUCH A CRUEL TRICK ON ME?!?!?!? Anyway, I got ready and wanted to leave for work when my mum came back from the market and saw me still at home, expecting that she would have a broom in her left hand and and a dustpan in the right and start reconstructing my facial feature, she asked me why I was late instead. Just told her that it was alright and even managed to eat the WanTanMee my mum bought back and only then took off for work. Gave all the char siu (BBQ pork) to Aibo (my beagle) and finished my glass of grapefruit juice. Took a box of chocolates from the fridge and a packet of smoked cheese to the office, not as bribe but as a token of friendship to my colleagues. Everyone was happy and no one complained...so far. I was not the latest though so I guess that it would be alright.

How can something like this happen? It seemed so real, like I really got ready and was already driving to work. It was all so vivid and all so surreal. I came to the conclusion that all this happened because everything is already pre-programmed in my mind as of what would and should happen. I do the same thing every morning besides the fact that sometimes I take the time to shit and sometimes I don't. This experience taught me a very valuable lesson, never to trust yourself and so to everyone, when you wake up and in your car, slap yourself to see if you are really awake. What if one day you are in bed with someone that you really fancy but because you are so paranoid as to whether the whole scenario is the truth or just a fraction of your vivid imagination and therefore can't get it on and you only realise that everything is real once the girl called you a lamedick and left. Well, off to the greenroom tonight and DeepDish would be there.

Went through all the old photos today and realised that I look quite good with blonde hair, not gold blonde but those really really light blonde... at least that's what I thought and please, no comments from anyone on my hair. My colleague will be getting married this Christmas and therefore offering himself to a lifetime in captivity and I heard from my friend not too long ago that there is this thing called the Friend Finder or something along that line where it transforms your phone into a GPS system where that someone who registered to track you down would be able to know which area that you are in with just a press of a few buttons. You, of course, can terminate the service but remember and bear in mind that if you do de-activate it, a message would be sent to the other person (girlfriend, wife and in some cases-mothers or even worse, mother-in-law) regarding your actions. Me and a few friends was discussing about this and tried to come up with a fail proof plan to escape the captors but have yet to come out with the perfect one. Till then, those who are actually being tied down by this technology that was originally created for parents to keep track of their kids' location, hold in there and we will try our best to release you from this leash.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Getting it on at Passion

On Friday morning, the question never ceased to burden me and played with my head the whole day. " Will this be a lonely weekend?" The reason for saying this is actually because my group of friends, boys and girls and those who are still discovering where they stand, all went down south... to Singapore I mean. I remember my last trip to Singapore with Mr. WS and it was some wicked shit. Singapore has a way to make people go crazy that's for sure, acting like American Born Chinese and getting a girl working in Starbucks to start trippin'. Too many crazy stuff but too little recollection. Anyway, work kept me busy throughout Friday and my phone rang, it was my cousin and his first five words gave me the strength to live on through the day again. "Gam man hui PASSION lor." (Let's go Passion tonight). Woohoo... I was ecstatic after work, I mean, you can't blame me cos I thought I was doomed to a weekend in my room watching ONG-BAK or SHAOLIN SOCCER for the 12th and 57th times respectively. Then I remembered, OH FUCK... mandarin classes... Oh well, it ends at 10 and so, the night's still young. Reached Passion about 10.30 and opened a bottle of Chivas. It was rather cold in there and felt somewhat like a bloody mortuary cos it was so damn bloody quiet, apart from the techno that they had on that is. Shit... and bear in mind that it was almost 11.30 already. Had some drinks and had a little chat with a missy and then got too bored and so i braved the "crowd" on the dance floor looking for prey. There were many "interesting" faces there, let's just say that they are not my kind. Went back up to have a few more drinks as I had always believed in the saying, "Alcohol will make all thing beautiful, pain more bearable, smash girls more ush-able". Mr. Chivas and Ms. Bacardi, hand in hand on the table, seduced me with their clear white purity and dark flavourful evil. The facination of both worlds enticed me to have a go at them. It was then I met Mr. 9 inch-Wing ( name has been changed to protect the privacy of the mentioned individual), there he was in suit and tie, a look that I was not familiar with and beside him, this girl who looks a million dollars, I got envious, I drank some more and went down to see if my vision has been blurred enough to make the girls look hot... there were improvements but I need a few more gulps. Then I met Mr. Seen Hunn ( name has been changed to protect the privacy of the mentioned individual), he was there and introduced me to his company as well, many dicks and not enough chicks but at least he had it better than my group. There was this girl in my group that I did not even noticed her before and lets just call her Ms. Little Know-How ( name has been changed to protect the privacy of the mentioned individual). We went to the dance floor and moved a little, able to control my alcohol, I danced pretty decently that night. After about an hour of grooving to R'n'B we went up for a drink and planned to finish off the Bacardi so the whole group can just go and dance as if in a trance, as if being possesed by some mythical monkey just so to amuse ourselves and each other. We had half a cup of Bacardi on the rocks, downed it and partied.

*Flashback to a few nights ago*
Mr. KY, Ms Cin D-cup, Mr. WS and I was at La Bodega having some coffee and there was this girl with her group on a table at the far end having some booze. We did not get to see her face as she was face down, inbetween some guy's legs and puking. We continued chatting and about 10 minutes later, we turned back and look, there she was, still puking. After coffee, paid the bill, stood up and ready to leave, we looked again, and there she was, same position, still puking. It was that guy's lucky night I guess. Draw his attention off the stench, his night would be perfect. Jerk.

*Back to Friday night*
The dancing and grooving lasted for another hour before we called it a night and I realised that I missed someone terribly and could not think of anyone else. Headed straight home after bumping into one of my colleagues. I could not remember what gibberish came out from me at that time but he was with his chick at that time, quite a looker I might add. Reached home and tried calling her but she was asleep and so I did the same after watching Tom Yum Goong. That was some crazy ass show. I still prefer Ong Bak though and I watched a similar movie in French yesterday night by the name of B-13. Not bad at all, they had a guy like the Ong-Bak guy who can run and jump and do those funky stuff while escaping his would be captors.

My weekend was spent with Mr. Pilot Chui and Mr. Seen Hunn but I hope that this weekend would bring even more fun with the returning of the guys from the Lion City. Till' then, take care and please remind me to lay off the booze until my brain functions at it's peak again.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Something in the beginning... nothing in the end

OH MY GOD!!! It just struck me this morning. I would be spending me weekend alone. My whole family is in Japan, the one that matters is in Taiwan, my buddies and ladies will be in Singapore. I will be home alone with my sister, grandma and my dog.HOLY SHIT!!! The current condition of the traffic jams in KL are becoming more and more chronic. It is like a bloody epidemic, a plague that spreads so fast once the minute hand touches 12 where the hour hand hangs steadily at 5, the whole of KL will be infected. Everywhere the traffic will be congested and let me share a story that somehow links to a sad experience that I had.

Date : 7th Dec 2005
Time: 7.45pm
Place: Jalan Tiong Nam

An Hour Ago...

Looking at the clock on his car's dashboard, Charles noticed that half an hour has passed since he left his office. He is making his way to Mr. WS's place in Jalan Tiong Nam and the heavy drizzle has been constant. A journey that usually takes him 15 minutes dragged on forever. Visibility was poor and it was getting dark. Charles thought that it would be best to switch on his headlights to make it easier for lousy drivers to notice his car there but on second thought, it's still bright enough. The craving for a cigarette is making him feel uneasy and with the rain, it would be impossible to wind down the window for a quick drag without getting the interior of the car wet. 'Fuck it' he thought. Fallout Boy was playing on the radio and so he blasted it to get his mind off the traffic, sadly to no avail. Another 10 minutes passed and he realised how close he was to his destination. 'Great,' he thought to himself, 'just hope that Mr. WS have not been waiting for too long.' Another question troubled him. 'Where the fuck are we gonna have dinner this time.' Everyone is just so bloody fickle... wait a minute, no, that would be inaccurate, how can someone be fickle minded if they can't even decide in the first place? He finally reached the front gate of Mr. WS's house. Where's his car? Knowing that he called WS before this, Charles just hit the call button on his mobile twice. It rang for three times and then:

Mr. WS: Hello
Charles: Dude, where are you man?
Mr. WS: I am on the Federal Highway. I have been stuck in the same square foot for 10
minutes and didn't move and inch. Where are you?

Charles: In front of your house... ok lerr ciao.

Charles then knew that he had at least one whole hour to himself....wwoohhooo. FUCK. He drove around to the street behind Mr. WS's house and parked at the roadside. His car was directly below a tree and only allowing streaks of lights from the street lamp to shine through. His radio was switched off, he eased down his chair and just rested. The sound of the rain hitting his car somehow provided him a sense of serinity and tranquil. One hour of rest would do him good, he thought until suddenly his phone rang. It was Mr. KY:

Mr. KY: Hello, so how arr?
Charles: I have no idea man, I am at WS's place d but he's still stuck in the jam. I'll call you
once I picked him up lerr.

Mr. KY: Ok lerr ok lerr.

That short distraction is enough to put him off the resting mode already. He took out his phone, Sony Ericsson W800i and started playing around with the camera. Under settings, he found many frames and thus entertained himself trying to take his own face on Elvis' body. He tried so many times but was not successful. It stopped raining but he still perseveres until he noticed a car beside his and he turned to look. The police already wound down his side window. Charles did the same.

Mr. Policeman: Apa buat sini seorang?
Charles : Tunggu kawan.
Mr. Policeman: Kawan tinggal mana?
Charles : Depan sana tapi sana tak boleh stop kereta so stop sini.
Mr. Policeman: Ok.

That brief interruption made Charles lose his mood in trying to take the picture and therefore, he just switched on his MP3 and chilled, listening to "Mou Lai" (which means jerk). His phone rang again and it was WS. Apparrently, WS is already waiting in front of his house. 'About time!' He thought to himself. WS has a new pair of glasses and it looked rather funky, like those CD sunnies that aunties love to wear but this has a younger zest to it. Called Mr. KY to meet up in SS2 and we ate at this place called Ho Fun and the food there was great, actually, the sambal was great and the deep fried meatballs were great as well, could be better, but still great. They went for a game of snooker after that and Charles, not being able to play properly, sin-cue a few times and getting snooked by KY and WS, he almost tore the table apart. All in all, they had quite a productive day. *

I seriously fucking lost track halfway writing that story. I know that there is something which I want to write about but my work is distracting me and I just lost it. FUCK!!! My work made me mess up my blog. Just hope that none of my colleagues reads this. Till later.
This is seriously damn pointless... what did I want to write about already?? Will post again once I remember.
*This is in accordance and comparison to their daily outings which will result in forcing each other to think of a place to eat and plans for what there is to do after the meal.