My son and my only son is all hail and healthy. He is coming home today.
God knows just how very very worry I was over the past one week when he was hospitalised. Alhamdulillah.
Missus was all the time there, but the fact that I wasn’t there made me very very worry. I was not one bit at peace, my mind was disturbed and overwhelmed with all probable worst things that could happen to my son.
But I thank God, Alhamdulillah..alhamdulillah.
Muka tak laku kot..
Yesterday, a reply came from the company that I went for an interview the other day, oh well – they don’t like my face. This is the second one, the first one hated me too.
I kinda expected that finding a job back home was not going to be an easy affair.
I am still trying, may be one or two out there will find me charming.
Or else, I am just gonna come home unemployed and start looking for a job after eid. I guess being there could probably be much easier. I guess.
Tomorrow is Sunday, great, another day of doing absolutely nothing.
So the king of pop has gone popping…
Early this morning, missus sent an SMS “Michael Jackson is dead”. That was sad, hope he would be able to entertain the crowd at wherever his soul would end up in.
Anyway, over to my more ‘interesting’ life now.
Interesting – yeah right!
Yesterday I started to realize just how much walking I am doing here. If back home, the most high intensity walking that I’ve ever done was when I had to rush to the toilet, over here, I walk to office, to the gym, to the grocery (and that’s with loads of groceries), well, practically I walk all the time.
With all the walkings done in a day, no wonder, I can sleep like a baby here. As far as I can remember, I’ve never had a day tossing and turning in bed to sleep.
And that explains something too. Insomnia – those who have this, instead of popping pills like what our king of pop had been doing till he drop dead, could very well try to go down on extra physical activities. I mean, real physical, not that involuntary ass-jiggling while walking because of your excess fatass – that doesn’t count though.
Lacking of this could only signal the body that it does not need no fucking rest yet, and hence difficulty to fall asleep.
Farewell to our beloved king of pop…
Here is something for MJ fans out there, utk mengubat rindu.
I am bored to death, no shit. It has been a week, and I am just too dog-lazy to do just about anything around here.
Too lazy to even cook, what more to haul my ass to work every single day.
…. and with seven weeks to go…sigh.
Work is getting less and less interesting especially when everything has been all nicely tucked in.
Probably it is just me that can’t hold on to a job longer than 2 years, or may be, I am not totally up to gear yet, well.. I don’t know, but damn, I am bored.
At home the H1N1 pandemic is hitting 68 cases – quiet scary, but I read most of the cases have so far proven to be mild unlike the deadly Spanish Flu pandemic. But still, I am worry about my children. I can’t keep them home or refraining them from going out. In fact, my eldest is traveling to Melbourne today, I told her to avoid crowded place and keep on masked.
Semoga Allah selamatkan semua ahli keluarga…
A piece from my sis just broke me to tears, truth is I cannot hold myself up when it comes to all the sacrifices made and endured by my parents for our sakes.
I wanted to pen down something about my dad on Fathers Day but thought better of it for the same reason. It could get quite emotional.
Save all the emo part, for a change, I am writing what fun my dad is.
When we kids were small, my dad loved to pick on us, calling us weird names that stay till now. Nothing bad, just meaningless names that he made up himself and later became trademarks for each of us. My brother was called Oncumat for whatever reason we till now could not figure that out. And what about Gergau??
When we kids were small, my dad loved to keep us curious by probing simple trick like closing his palm so tight that none of us could possibly pry it open and asked us to see what was in it. He would hold it so tight, not until one of us cried or my mom started to get into it that he would quit, but without telling us what was actually he was holding. I later found out that it was nothing.
When we kids were small, my dad loved to ask this ‘hard’ question like who we loved more, mom or dad. Well, I did that to my son and he clearly told me a straight answer that I was making him all confused coz he could not love any one of us more than the other.
When we kids were small, dad’s favorites “ultimate revelation” story was telling any one of us that we were not their real children. They actually found us somewhere (his favorite place was tong sampah) and cleaned us up before adopting us. And we would run to mom to know whether that was the truth.
When we kids were small, I remember how upset we were when my dad pulled our hand close to him before he gave out a good gas that vibrated every knuckles of our hand.
When we kids were small, none of us could beat dad in Dam Haji, including my mom. Wonder why?. But on many occasion, my mom caught him cheating – like moving the buah dam twice or putting back the buah dam in the games!
When we kids were small, months before raya, my dad would take us all to town to buy us baju raya and once in a while a treat of satay. This outing was a big deal for me, the day I saw many cars on the road. The fun part was when it came to crossing the road, my dad would hold me and my brother arms so tight and lifted them high that out feet could barely touch the ground. Imagine how comical we must have looked trying to run along with him with our feet barely touching the road.
When we kids were small, my dad taught us mengaji right after every maghrib. He was serious though but we kids were poking each other having fun, the height of all funs was when it came to seeing my sister mengaji dengan air mata bergenang. I remember how relieved we were if during the course of that lesson, somebody knocked at the door and told dad that he was called at work.
There are loads more that I can’t think of. My dad is my role model of being a father. Being a father myself, frankly, I am not even anywhere close to half of what and who he is.
A day could be soooo loooong when you have nothing, practically not a thing, to do.
Yup, didn’t do much yesterday other sittin’ on my ass browsing the internet and watching tv the whole day, up to a point where I got all dizzy and shit whenever I stood up to go to the toilet to pee.
Received Fathers Day wishes from all my children, and of course with all the wonderful words. Well, I am not good and miles from being a perfect father, it is just them that have grown up to such wonderful children. Overly gedik whenever they are together, but they are just so so sweet….
I bought one lousy cheapo MP3 when I was home, and asked missus to load whatever songs that she has in hers. So this morning, I was busy rearranging all the songs (and what is Siti doing in my MP3 ??? – sorry I deleted all Siti’s – could not stand her voice for some reasons..). It is all set now and I have it on while typing this and acting seriously serious!
I think I have fully recovered from the post-holiday syndrome – the shitty feeling that normally take me days if not weeks to recover.
Well, I am all set to kick ass now.
Yesterday afternoon, I sorted out my gym membership. No, not the old shitty one but the nicer one. The one that I had been going before the club told me that my membership was up and I needed to sign up for a one year renewal.
There is no provision for a monthly or quarterly renewal for whatever reasons only god knows, but I am glad that I managed to sign up for a two months membership. My two colleagues (who are members there too) helped me to negotiate for the 2-month deal but the rate was however not anywhere close to a pro-rata rate of a one year membership.
Well, I don’t have a choice.
So, it’s Saturday today, a long day but at least a peaceful one for me. The day I can sit back and relax – no eyes-on-screen-and-fingers-on-keyboard position. The client is not working on Saturday, so its kinda lay back or youtubing day.
Will do some groceries tomorrow to fill up the fridge.
The weather is beautiful………
hey I am writing… (that only means I am back and miserable..)
frankly… I’d rather be anywhere else except here – that’s what I feel right at this moment.
My flight arrived on time. Now that was really something! THIS airline can actually be on-time, all along I thought being on schedule was never in the list of their nicely framed mission and vision statement – just something impossible for them as if asking them to give away free tickets for a year.
But they did it this time…. I am impressed, I’d anytime vote them for an airline-of-the-year award for this very rare achievement, no seriously.
So I thought of having a good sleep before going back to work.
But the dude that picked me up last night decided to play some matrix-slow-mode-bullet-evasion-take by driving 20km an hour from the airport all the way to my apartment. Pissed me right off. Not only that, his every five second yawning after yawning while driving with sound effects that made all hair on my body stood just irritated the living shit out of me. Ho boy…
Unpacked my stuff and could only be in bed at around 3.30am.
Cant believe I am here, already.
So today is thee Day… will see how it turns out ….
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell about the new gym that I’m going now.
Well, I’m tellin’ … the place is rock!
Space-wise, the place is even bigger than the previous gym that I went. They do have every imaginable equipment and weight, but old and rusty though. I don’t see not a single fancy equipment there – all cast iron dumbbell, plate, cable and barely padded bench.
They even have kettlesack, bet you never see one of this in your faggy fitness center back home.
Loud head-banging music in the background (oh yeah.. supposedly to kick your adrenaline and keeps you pumping I guess), musty air heavy with a smell of sweats and with all four walls half covered with old pictures of Arnold in all conceivable poses of muscle group.
I leave it to your imagination on the piece-poor condition of the locker room and shower.
Hoo boy, if that is not rock I don’t what is.
Well…this joint can only mean serious business for hardcore rats.
The people are not that friendly, but in this part of the world, I would not expect them to be friendly anyway.
Najib said he is not crazy for power, Zamry said he is not crazy for power, Khir Toyo said that too and it seems that nobody is power nuts!
But at the rate things are going now, I am dead sure these mofos are crazy of, at least, something.
Nevermind…let sum up just to close the issue – that all Malaysian politicians are not crazy for power. May be they are just plain mental…
My leave is approved and I am all set to go. My beloved company managed to talk into the client by mobilizing one dude to replace me. He was here yesterday…old fart.
Back home, the kids are finishing their terms with shows and visit to places.
There are things to do, places to go, people to meet, interviews to attend and life to live…but who’s complaining..
Meantime, I will be on twitter for realtime updates at Appeals Court.
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