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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.

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.


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