Working on one tender project, I get to know very well of one of my partner. Jeff. He is from Setapak High, grad at the year 1988.
He asked where were I then. I told him I still in kindergarten school. 12 years senior. ^^
Maybe Mazlan knew him.
One thing for sure. We discussed about the St. John and Setapak High rivalry again. Guess that what makes Setapak High different.
Not sure what is with the title. Just felt that the opening has to do with my so-called the Monday Blues. I hate Monday seriously to begin with. Not that it’s not that good but rather, I have to face the beginning of the day with just the typical emotion.
Especially turning this week, a week of holiday season mood. Everyone or most the people in the town is leaving, heading back straight to kampung. Leaving the hustle and bustle of the city hectic life. As the town turn to greater silence, I couldn’t fathom the fact that deep down inside me I felt something strange.
Waking up this morning, halfway sober still stoned from the wines and beers I took the night before. I came to realization that my conversation last night seems unfiltered. Or to put it in a right way is that I regret of what I have said, when I came under stress. *sigh*
can let the done be undone? yes if I have found the time machine.
Just as I told Ivan last night, I am planning to retire this domain from a personal blog into … something else when I come to think of it. Slowly, I will redirect all the traffic to http://frostier.net to become the new blog domain. It still far from ready, ready still afar. Let see how the progression are being made over time.
Later!
Lately, I’ve been under attack with the wedding invitation. Enjoying the time meeting up with old friends and making new friends. Coincidentally the other day I was wearing the same Polo Shirt with another guy.
On the other hand, managed to finish the book “The Art Of Intrusion” as reading pace has been slow. It’s good that I can eventually focus my reading attention to the “Barbarian at the gates” which is at the crucial stage. The RJR Nabisco bidding among the 3 groups.
Work by itself starting to getting out of hand. Unable to handle the workload or lazy to handle the workload, I seriously letting the job getting into my asshole. I have to cover the shit I have been leaving it uncovered. Time to do some housekeeping.
Ugrh~!!
What else I can think of…. nothing in particular. Need to organize the Setapakian orgy this weekend. Tired.
Will update, some time soon definitely, perhaps real soon
I’m happy about the things I’ve done. Not always happy about the results, but happy about the decisions, because I made them myself. And I think that’s an important way to go through life.
Kevin Costner
Virgos born on September 13 are style setters in their own way. Their cool, collected attitude marks them as winners. They do not typify the usual Virgo traits of caution and conservatism; they’re more likely to walk on the wild side.
Friends and Lovers
Loners by temperament, September 13 individuals surround themselves with interesting people. For partners, they favor people who have a sense of their own power and specialness. Yet they often find true happiness with someone who is quite different.
Children and Family
People born on September 13 are often opposed to the attitudes they grew up with. They aren’t drawn to parenthood; the idea of molding a child is hard for them to appreciate. Those who do become parents are likely to depend on a spouse to maintain discipline.
Health
People born on September 13 are high-strung and nervous. They may suffer from chronic tension headaches and often wake up throughout the night. In order to create a sense of calm, they need to restrict certain habits such as playing video games or watching TV before bedtime.
Career and Finances
People born on September 13 often choose unusual occupations or professions. They have no patience for status and select their life’s work with no thought of it. They are uninterested in money, though they have a tendency to spend heavily at times. They may have a penchant for games of chance but should avoid them.
Dreams and Goals
The men and women born on September 13 change their goals almost as often as they change jobs. They have a sense of what they want to accomplish, yet their plans may be indefinite. They are happiest when left to pursue what they feel is right for them. They prize independence, originality, and the ability to be themselves.
Phillips, Jill M. “September 13 Birthday Astrology.” 20 August 2007. HowStuffWorks.com.
Catching up with an old friend, JL as to remain him in the dark. A very old one indeed. I knew him since 1989 and he is a very typical “banana” guy. The reason coined him for being ‘banana’ is his inability to speak in mother tongue. Yes, despite he is a Chinese but unable to speak any of the dialect reflecting him being a very ‘banana’ back then. Now, I am blogging this post is dedicated to him as to remind him for getting me into trouble back in primary school then.
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Before i even start to talk about the incident particularly, he was one of them whom got me into a lot of trouble. However, there’s one incident that I should not put the blame on him but rather, myself as well for being mischevious. I recalled me being caned and punished by my parents for going to his place to play marbles @ the rooftop, and his parents insist that I stay back for dinner before heading home. Because of that, my parents was furious as I was only 12 years old that time and they were concern about my safety especially when I get back home that late.
Anyway, coming back to the incident where he got me into the trouble was back in Standard 5. I was a prefect back then. A rotten one to say the least. So coincidentally, this JL was working on some lyrics. It happened to be that he was working on Que Sera Sera, with a slight twist here and there. He shared it with me and here is how it suppose to be…
When
Will he be a sucker, will he be a fucker
This is what she says to me…
Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be, will be
the future are not for us to see
Que Sera Sera
Just a slight change on that, I inserted one of the classmate name and sing in front of him. Back then, I was naive and doesn’t even understand the meaning of ‘fucker’. This friend of mine, Andy when I sang the song to him ended up pissed off. He reported the incident to a teacher. Not sure which one but I ended up facing the music.
The whole class knew about it and then, suddenly the entire class knew about the word “fuck” and “fucker” means. I still can remember there’s one classmate who find me the answer by flipping through his dictionary.
Oh well…
Man is the only creature that seems to have the time and energy to pump all his sewage out to sea, and then go swimming in it.
Miles Kington



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