impending 2008

So... Christmas is coming huh...

I don't celebrate Christmas... But I like driving down Orchard Road and look at the Christmas Lights this year.... Purple and White.. Nice...

So after Christmas is the New Year... and talking about the New Year... It scares me cos I'm starting school... I haven't been to school for years. Okie.. maybe about 2 years. But that is long enough for me to switch off. But nevertheless I'm prepared for it. I actually took out my "LUCKY" bag to be used only for school. The whole idea of having a school bag this time round is weird. Cos back in Poly, I rarely carry any bag as I just dumped my notes/books in the car and occasionally going back to my car in between period to get my books. So anyway... Yeah... I foresee 2008 to be a workaholic year for me...

All I hope is that 2008 to be nice to me...

the early

I find more joy to write here than my blogdrive add..

fitri once asked me why do i need two blogs add.. well i tot this blog will be used for picture entries...

but i've come to find that... I can say more things here as i don't get much traffic... cos the last time i truely type what i felt in my blog.. i'm not happy with the reception...

so what the hell.. i start a new blog adn i can bitch about pple who doesn't know i'm talking about them...

i'm starting to spout nonsense now.. what the freaking hell... am in office now...

gonna start doing my job... like finally...

pppeeevvveeee

I just got back from KL... and I've got so much to update...
Just waiting for the right moment to update..

I thought since I've got time now... Why not?

And so I realise that once I'm logged in to my blogger... I do not have anything to write about...

hmmmp...

Last week before I left for KL, while driving to work... I was caught in a traffic jam. I was already like SUPER late... but what the hell.. it was raining and I'm sure some of my colleagues are caught in the jam too... BUT NO... I was the only one... it was one hell of a major traffic jam.. but I was the only joker caught in it...

Anyway... the jam started from BKE and I saw on the EMAS msg board that the jam is up till stevens road... and I though GREAT!! of all places it have to be near the exit where I'll be exiting... so we slowly inched our way forward... while I had my iPod blasting Backstreet Boy's Inconsolable and Rihanna's and Ne-yo's Hate That I Love you So.(what a coincidence... the song is playing now)

And about 45 minute to 1 hour later I drove by the accident site... and there she was. Covered with a white plastic in between two Traffic Police cars. I don't know who she was and how she left the world. But at that moment it struck me that, during her last moments... she was alone. No one to give her any words of comfort. Slightly upfront I saw a motorcycle parked by the side of the road and a lorry further infront. That particular moment suddenly I had tears in my eyes. It's every one's nightmare... esp for her parents.

My thoughts were still with her as I drove up the North-South Highway(PLUS). I told Nor and Sab how this whole incident had shaken me... and I'm going to banned motorbike riding in my family. And I will make sure every driver in my family will have to just drive carefully and be responsible on the road. (Kakak, sometimes you just have to slow down)

Anyway I would love to update on KL.. but then again.. KL is the same… except this time there’s more rain and… more demonstrations… HINDRAF and BERSIH.. which I totally don’t really care about. I just wanna shop. But then it’s a bit scary… but then again I think the Malaysian Police are doing a good job… I kept seeing police cars and police bikes doing rounds in KL to ensure the safety of other pple… it kind of make me feel safe… though I was rarely on the street. With an exception of petaling street where I was literally walking on the street.


wow.. so from nothing to write.. I noticed that I've written quite alot...

well till the next post laddies...

note: Have anyone seen the latest Giorgio Armani Ad with beckham? HOT HOT HOT!!

fight another day...

Fight Another Day... that is what I have been telling myself... every night before I go to sleep.

I'm depressed...

You can call this my depressed blog...

I'm so tired...

I want to sleep and rest...

But I've got obligations and responsibilities... which somehow... I'm not able to procrastinate...

Spending a night under the stars in Tenggaroh (Between Kota Tinggi and Mersing)... left me thinking... and trust me.. thinking is not my forte...

I need to make my life worth living... I though my job was enough... but I'm so into work right now that I'm left with no social life... which is bad...

So when I decide to add some social in my life... I over do it and left with no time...

Where do all these people come from? Do they know me? Will they be able to accept me as a friend? Do they know my needs? Is it really important? Do I really know what I want?

This very moment... all I need is an enlightenment... an epiphany...

What should I do? Even if you tell me or help me... will I be able to make it on my own??

I'm trying to look into my scarred heart (or what is left of it)... surpassing the wounds conjured by people whom I love. Wait... Do I still have a heart? Is it ruling my body? Or is my brain doing it's job?

I see my family... They are happy... I'm happy...

I see the lepakgang... They are happy... I'm happy...

I see my friends... They are happy... I'm happy...

or am I? Or have I perfected the art of Smiling that no one knows the difference...

I've heard the line,"People come and go. They will not stay forever. But they will leave prints in your life so that you remember them and smile at the memories that you once had together."

Here I am hoping to meet the person who started this "shit"... obviously you must have been hypnotising people to stay in your life and does not go through the experience of having someone to leave you and that you are forever in your comfort zone...

AH-HA!! That's it... have I found the problem? COMFORT ZONE?? I'm not in my comfort zone? But what exactly is my comfort zone??

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