firmly undecided, oxy-wut?

guess what? i'm gonna come back home after all.
can't be helped. i really thought i could withstand the pure pressure of living in a harsh, foreign sea-desert without anyone i really knew.
and the thought of seeing the faces of mom and dad and the fear of my lil bro and his lil cousins just nudged me into the edge of evil laughter that, with the help of boredom, haunted me in my every waking hours.

the plan. fast here for at most 2 weeks (just for the kicks), buy ticket fly kl on the very first impulse before 31st, and fly home to jb. one hell of a plan, eh? *evil snickers*

ok.
not really a plan. i'll just follow the moderately impulsive me. rarely failed me.

its not really fun here anyway. summer here sucks. to. the. max. period
i thought when i've finally settled in my friend's house freeloading, life would be much less stressful.
still living on the run. last time from dr. torque (hmmhmm...). now, from the pakcik jaga rumah. he doesn't understand english and i can't speak arabic. i could choose to ignore but he have the authority. the power. and he showed it last nite by cutting out the electricity. thank god just for a 20 minutes. turned out he was asking if there was anybody next door. (it's not a random blackout. i swear i saw the lights from next door turned off after we got back ours.)

needless to say i'm gonna freeload this guy's house till my homeys came back from their umrah.

on the way to here, something intriguing happened. there was a funky looking dude offered me whiskey. turned down but he INSISTED. and i was TEMPTED. if not for my homey was there, maybe, just maybe i could have took a sip. that failed, out the religion card.
"sorry but i'm a muslim."
"really? what is your name?" (notice he was asking this without any apologetic tone or anything that suggested any)
"harith."
butt in my homey, "ahmad."
"oh, my name is muhammad jaafar and that one is my friend, muhammad . we are also muslims."
AT THIS MOMENT, i just wanna ask "and why are u offering me a bottle of shady looking whiskey wrapped in a plastic bag?"
hell, there were so many questions in my mind but just couldn't be bothered when there was a fuckload of weight strapped on my shoulder.
"nice to meet you", and i ignored.
oh wait, did i just sound all religious just now? but i really wanna have a taste of those so called wretched drinks.
out of curiosity that is.
fuck it.
i really hope God wouldn't take me into these kind of situations again.
well, maybe He already helped by having my homey to be there too.
damn, maybe that whiskey was doped...
but i really wanna taste it. ok, maybe some red wine?

hmm...
firmly undecided, oxy-wut?

empty home, funny though

no ones here except 3 of us seeking refuge.

me and another guy just squatting here for internet.
another one just waiting for his flight tomorrow.
ok, there r actually 4 of us. this other guy also waiting for his flight.

know what? tedata fucked up last nite. NO INTERNET FOR THE WHOLE FUCKING NITE.
i do realize, internet is one of the major ties that binds me to this world.
can't imagine what would happened if there's another cut for another 24 hours.

we played softball with a damned steel stick and a damned ripped ping pong ball.
we decorated a fucking empty room into a fucking bapok's room.

















i've salvaged everything my homies left. hangers, rugs, psu, mech pencil leads, fucking 5 penny and sum other craps.

because i can's find random things from the internet, i make em.
tired looting, stared at the emptiness. loneliness r scary...
heck, the rooms even already giving out these, abandoned house aura.
and dr. tork, the landlord, could come here anytime. damn. we're supposed to get lost yesterday. officially squatting.

once a place i could rest in peace is now a forsaken realm.

empty home, funny though

changing world, useless me.

just woke up.
yea yea its 11 am. how pathetic is that? can't be helped though. with all these holidays and nothing much to do.

changes, changes, changes. i hate those.
i just hate it when it comes to changes.
all plans go haywire. my body clock turned into chaos.
my emotion started to stray. a mind all drifted away.

especially during the transition time. in this case, moving out of my current apartment.
packing things r just so tiresome. scanning the whole messed up room for possible left out things is also really cumbersome.
and it hasn't even comes yet to get used to my new apartment. MEGA BOTHERSOME. (though the new one is way better than this cesspool.)

summer is nice, but it becomes boring when there's no people to have it together with. all these free time r useless.

talking about useless, and free time, i've already missing out two things that i can consider big. pc fair and the isa protest.
pc fair. i really didn't think about this. haven't decide to buy any comp that time.
isa protest. well, maybe not really significant to me. its all about that corrupt government. ironically, i'm leeching their money right now...
wonder when will the corrupt "people's people" going to get guling-ed.
its not really the fault of PR though. IT'S THE PEOPLE. everyone is so racist.
some malays r so laid back. thank god not laid back enough to not defend their ketuanan. i feel really strongly about the ma-, wait, MY ketuanan melayu but the way current government enforce that policy is just so imbalance. so unfair towards other races. the enforcement is only beneficial to CERTAIN PEOPLE.
i don't really know about the other races but for sure there is so little unity exist.
*sigh*
my head splits when i'm thinking about these kind of things. fuck it. i'll do my part when i can vote.

changing world, useless me...