I am fasting again which shall explicate my rambling. And you , dressed in blue shirt, you are right too. I’m bored rigid and got nothing to do. That’s why I came out with second entry.

At this moment I’m thinking about the hotness of roti jala from Pantai Dalam. If I’m not mistaken it is called jala emas. It was my ex who introduced me to that stall. Every Monday morning we would start our day by stopping at that stall. It,s actually a small stand, a bit old but not filthy. You know I’m very particular about food places aight? Whateverlah.

Anyway, roti jala there was goddam appetizing. I mean, placed your order and they will fry it right there, so no more cold servings. It came along with chicken curry. Chicken curry. It’s comical to think that I in actual fact refuse to devour curry but when it comes to roti jala, Ohh my.. please scoop me another bowl. And..they also put a dish of sambal as the crown. Just imagine, you slice your roti jala into small bit and dip it inside the curry. Sweltering curry and let you mouth swoon by the hotness of the sambal.Fohhhhh.

Another shop that sells salivating roti jala is la cucur. The roti jala there is pretty good either but the price is higher. At jala mas you could get 4 pieces for RM1.40 but at la cucur you have to fork out RM 5 for 5 pieces. What do you expectlah, jala mas is located somewhere in low to middle class neighbourhood and la cucur, somewhere inside shopping malls.

Haven’t got the chance to go to Pantai Dalam lately but today I missed that makcik and seeing guys in TNB uniforms so much. Perhaps I can drag someone to accompany me this weekend?* hint- hint*

Ok .Perhaps now it’s time for me to stop before my stomach growl louder.
Ada jugak yang batal puasa nanti..

As I was browsing my school yahoo group email, I realized how most of us decided to strengthen our wisdom by pursuing studies. Be it masters or phd.

Now, the fact that I only have a degree did make me puckered my brow sometimes. Despite being seen as a superficial person with a light meaning of life, I believe I worth more than that. Like everybody else I sought to broaden my horizon but the thing is, I am clueless when it comes to deciding what course to take. You see, my degree is in artificial intelligence [I was forced by the uni to take this course so please don't pretend to make that shock face :P] where we learned about fuzzy logics, neural networks and robotics. Had to sleep with lots of diagrams and calculations at night. It may didn’t sound like me at all but actually I love it and it’s supposed to be a secret :(. It is a course that fit my indolence. Not much things to be learn by rote just comprehend, twist your mind, think outside the box and wallah aced that paper.No memorizing what ever shit, just dive into the concept. Regardless of being reviled by some tutors and lecturers, I survived. But then, the dilemma transpired when Malaysia haven’t got much to offer for this major which make me feel helpless. Thus working in a line that got nothing to relate with my expertise [as if! Hahaha]

I’m quite a practical person, I would never do something knowing I won’t be using it later on. If I want to be engage again with learning, it got to be either these two things. One, something that I really enjoy such as journalism or something related to arts namely interior design or even performing arts. Second, something which is rare like network intelligent or something related to A.I. The problem would be..One, my parents wouldn’t like it especially my dad. The second one, my dad would be so proud but there’re not much course being offered locally meaning I have to go somewhere out of Malaysia. Going away even for certain period is not easy given that I have to leave my beloved behind. Hello, don’t make that face but I am like that ok.Tsk..

Do I want to remain obtuse for the rest of my life? My heart says no. Even my mind say no. And I found it insufferable when people looked down on me for the way I bring my self. I hate it when people say that “Oh, you can always marry a rich guy and get whatever you want”. Fuck youlah. Do I look like someone who goes after people money? If I do, I’ll be singing along with Tom Ford and Bicardi in my hand by now. Can you just not be shallow and typical? Sheesh.

I want to do something in my life but looked like I’m only saying and not doing anything about it which is calamitous. So, for now I just keep those thoughts to myself. Reason being.. Have to think about lots of things, being alone in a strange place, leaving mom and ag behind, trying to make a living with insufficient fund [scary ok] and I am so sure I would extremely go over board when it comes to enjoying myself. Hehehe

So for now, just love me as I am.
Ok?

Was practically having a dreadful day at work. Everything seemed to be slow moving. Even the rock song from my boss pc seemed to be mellow. I thought, shite another boring day.

When the clock stroke 1, my cell phone rang, singing Alicia key songs. Ag. He must be on his way back from Perak. He probably wanted to tell me that he already boarded the bus. That’s good, I haven’t see his face for like 5 days now and I wonder if that explained the reason I always ended sulking and throwing my tantrum for the past few days. Anyway, I picked up the phone.

Me: Hello.
Ag: Turun bawah jap by
Me: Huh?Buat apa? Malasla
Ag: Turunlah..Rindu I tak?Kalau rindu turun sekarang.
Me: Rindula bengek tapi turun nak buat apa. U bukannya ada sini.
Ag: I dekat bawahla sayang, nak jumpa you.
Me: Tanakla tipu.Tak klaka ok
Ag: Betulla sayang, I dekat bawah ofis you ni. I tunggu.Turun k
Me: *squeal*

So I rushed down.I was hoping that this is not one of his prank, if it was..heh, taula aku nak buat apa nanti. As the lift opened I saw his smiling face greeting me.Me? I’m grinning form ear to ear with a heart bigger than my body.

“I balik malam tadilah. Saja nak suprisekan you”

And he gave me the warmest hug ever.

I love to hang fire on most things that I do. I dunno why so dun ask me. Just be gratified that you’re not as slothful as I am. Whatever. Oh, my point. Ok. My point is, because of procrastinating, I had to ganti my puasa yesterday since I was so lazy to do that earlier. Leave alone yesterday, I have like 13 more days to go. I know, you don’t have to say it. And no, I’m not going to elucidate it either.

Also, yesterday I had to go to Damas. Instead of taking a cab with paid coupon at KL Sentral, I hailed a cab in front to the monorail station at brickfield..cost-cutting measure .Hehe. Usually taxi drivers there are mostly Indian. Imagine my excitement when I saw a cab with a malay driver. And so he stopped the car.

I requested him to follow jalan duta instead of bangsar. It was hot and the driver tuned to RMKL.U know RMKL.WTF? I had a major headache listening to the dj ramblings.If given opportunity I would go to angkasapuri and bash his head for being a moron on the radio. Come onlah but again, it’s his cab and it’s his choice. On reaching intersection to mont kiara, my colleague called me.So I was bla bla bla with her on the phone only to realize the pakcik missed the exit. He instead, followed the sprint highway. Few minutes later he asked me “Boleh tunjuk jalan tak?” I wish I could answered but the route seemed so unfamiliar as if I’m in Uzbekistan. Instead of responding him with a correct answer I replied “Alamak, saya memang fail jalan.Pakcik masuk jalan lain saya dah tatau”.Demm. I mean, he is the cab driver, he should know the route. So the pakcik used his sixth sensed and continued driving until I saw a signboard written Shah Alam -10 kilometer. I was thinking..baik aku balik rumah terus je macam ni.Hoh. Perhaps he was getting pleasure from the ride while mounting his meter.

Like someone said, I easily get irritated. Perhaps you could envisage the way I look at that moment. I bet even mak lampir look sweeter than I did. Glanced at the meter, RM 20. Fuck. Usually it only cost me RM 7 the most to reach damas. The pakcik tried to make some conversation but being someone with audible predicament cum obnoxious tantrum, it didn’t help much. He was saying how he wished he took the exit before and bla bla bla. I tried to pacify my self by pinning my ears back to the radio but hello..it’s RMKL where the dj talk craps and cackle at their own jokes. I wanted to riposte but I fear everything that will come out will sounded malicious and since I’m fasting I just act as if I’m hearing and pretended that if I’m cool with everything. Sheesh.

Finally when we reached damas..The meter was already RM 25. What? Fuck
Me:Pakcik, macamana kira ni?
Pakcik: Baya jelah brape-brape nak..Pakcik yang salah. Maaflah.Selalunya pakcik jual kat pasar malam je. Ni baru nak bawak teksi.Cuba-cuba
Me:Ohh..Takpelah saya bayar tambang yang saya biasa naiklah *giving him a red note*

Sorrylah pakcik, I’m also facing an economy crisis right now. Initially I only wanted to shell out RM 5 but I guessed that pakcik touched my soft spot. And I found that my fury vanished as I crossed the road…

Do you recognize this entity? Ehe, frets not, neither do I. I had to take a second glance at my colleague when she called me holding this thing in her hand. Yeah, it is the ‘numbered chocolates’. I thought I would never see them again and ehehe,and yeah I sort of forgotten that they ever exist.

As I said before, my mum forbid my bro and me to devour from what she called ‘rubbish’. Those old days, this chocolate and the coklat bendera were so eyes inviting. Not to mention adverts featuring mat sentul’s voices, ding dang and tora. Like..”Tora datang lagi dengan permainan gasing ajaib”. Duh.* Rolling eyes*. I tell you, the chocolates tasted like shit, perhaps the smell are better than my cat’s poo but other than that..they are pretty the same. And uhh.. don’t forget..what’s the shit name? Cikedis. Hahaha. Cikedis made a break through just like colgate. Like..”Can you please pass me the colgate” instead of saying “Can you please pass me the toothpaste”. Same goes to cikedis. I mean, be it twisties, kam kam or what so ever fucking shit yg aku dah tak ingat namanya, people will call them cikedis. Perhaps it only happened back then. Now, I’m not so sure coz I don’t talk to the mamak or perform the guling-guling to get it anymore. I just grab what I want, keep my mouth shut and pay. So, you can’t blame me for not catching up with the latest lingo.

Aha. Blame my mom for being so stringent back then. Her daughter [ I bet his son too] is now constantly buying what she once called ‘rubbish’. Not only that , her daughter now truly keep experimenting[and er..addicted?] with pure rubbish. Ok, I shall not elaborate more on that. I did asked her why did she acted that way, she said..ehehe..to make sure that my brain cultivate well so that I could become someone brilliant. Hohoh. If only she could see the future, I think she would never stop me at the very beginning.

Still, this thing brought back the nostalgia.
I wonder if they still sell ice-pop?