take me, have me, leave me

What is it with the men of this world? For as long as I can remember, I’ve known that men are the scum of the world. We’re greedy, we have an incredible ego and we tend to think we’re better than others. Most abominably, we treat women very poorly. Well of course not all men are like this. Only an extremely small percentage of us are considered ‘worthy’ (myself included of course). =P

While I was in middle school back in Peru, my best friend Jessica was torn apart by a certain somebody. We were in middle school for Christ’s sake. The guy was 13 and he had another girl just as soon as he was with Jess. I mean, how old do you really need to be to know how to cheat? That was the first time Jess had ever completely given her heart to somebody and he returned it in pieces.

Someone very close to my heart is having her heart ripped open by her best friend/boyfriend, which is also not her husband. Complicated eh? Tell me about it. Actually don’t, I’ve heard too much of it as it is. *haha* She complaints to me about how horrible ‘Mr. Pea’ can be at times. And the reason; he’s already gotten her. So he doesn’t put half as much effort as he did before he got her.

The Crisis that got me writing this particular entry would have to be about my dear friend all the way in Vegas. She recently left us in KL and followed her parents to the US. She has absolutely no friends there and not what I would call an ideal relationship with her parents. She was all alone until she found… could you guess? That’s right, a guy. She gave herself and so much more to him and I know because she would always tell me how she loved him and happy she was. She even mentioned about moving in with the guy and him possibly popping the ‘question’. Just knowing that one of my closest friends was happy made me just as happy. Can you guess what happened next? Right again, he left her. Apparently she was the best thing that had ever happened to him, the best chemistry he has ever had with any girl, and also the best he has ever had in bed. Thus the more reason to dump her… Does that make any sense? I think not. Right now, she’s devastated and alone so far away from all her friends. *we still love you* ='(

I absolutely have no idea how these men can easily tear apart and leave someone they care about so easily. I personally could never do that. At least, I never have. This is partially and probably because I have many female friends and they consolidate to me quite a bit. I don't mean to say that I am the perfect guy, but I have a conscience.

This is simply how the world is, how it used to be and how it will be. You can count on that.

back with black

Last Friday I was rushing through P.J. in my car trying to not to be late for my weekly session of futsal with my friends. The futsal courts shared a street with over a dozen factories, which had huge trucks getting on and off the street at what seems to be all the time. This plus the construction along the road caused abominable traffic jams during rush hour. And our court was reserved right smack in the middle of rush hour. One could only imagine the traffic at that point. I was literally no further than 20 meters from my destination when I was caught in a stand still traffic jam. After God knows how long, the three-ton truck in front of me started to move. However, it wasn't as good as it sounds. The truck was moving backwards (with reverse lights on) and smashed right into the front of my car. I can't quite remember what went through my mind, but I remember perfectly well what came out of my mouth. I'm pretty sure everyone can guess. *haha* Luckily enough, I wasn't alone at the time. My friend Hisyam, who refers to himself as 'The One' because he thinks of himself as Neo, was alert throughout the entire process of gathering the truck driver's I.D. number and the truck registration number. He also tagged along to report the incident to the authorities. Thanks buddy.

There wasn't too much damage but I was still devastated as this was the first time my car has been involved in a collision.

I only sent my car to the shop this past Thursday. I was amazed when the call man said that I would get my car back no later than Saturday. I thought the insurance claim alone would take at least two weeks, not including actually working on my car. After dropping off my car, Imtyaz and I went to Puchong to pick up a workshop car for me to use while they worked on my car. Just as we got the car, I had remembered my house keys were still in my car. So we had to go back to the workshop to pick that up. In the time that it took to pick up the temporary car and getting back to the shop, which was no more than 45 minutes, I could hardly recognize my car.



Imtyaz and I didn't need words to explain what were on both our minds. Our shocked eyes and dropped jaws said it all; wow, these guys work fast! It's really no wonder as to how they'll be done with my car within two days.

The next day, I was told to go back to the shop after noon to hand in some insurance information. On my way back from picking up some lunch for my brother, I got a call from the shop saying that I should come later in the evening as my car would be ready by then. No word in the English dictionary can express how I felt at that point in time.

Later that day I dragged along Faizal to the workshop to pick up my car. When we got there, my car was ready. Both the hood and side-mirrors were painted black, the bumper and front lip was installed and my car was ready to hit the road. So we thought. To our eyes, the paint was perfectly sprayed on. But to their eyes, it was somewhat uneven. I swear to God I couldn't see the flaws, and neither could Faizal. So after about an hour and a half of just loitering, waiting and chatting, my car was finally ready. And it looks good!

a glance behind

Here's a little something from my previous blog. This is my favorite post ever.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

The Atrocious Truth of Life

I graduated from high school in May of 2005. It's been a whole year and more since then and I'm only starting school again today. Well, university to be exact. I've been looking forward to this day since middle school if I can recall correctly. 


College has always been about partying and having fun. Of course, it was also about studying and building up a great life for my future. But most of all, the freedom one gets at this age. College is supposed to be the beginning of a new era, a great era. However though, things didn't really work out so much as I had planned. 


Today started with a big grin on my face. I woke up, showered and drove to class as I had done a million times to school the previous year. I wasn't the slightest bit nervous because I have done a lot of school exchanges since pre-school as I follow my Dad around the world. 


I've always been good at making friends. People come and go, as do I. Ergo, the significance of one's first impression. All you really need to do is be open to everything and everyone. That is the only way to get around in the world of today. That is the only way things have worked out for me every time I've switched schools. Somehow, things were a little bit different this time around. 


I was sitting in class earlier today, and being one of the earliest students to have arrived, I chose a random seat. As time passed by, and more students had come in, I noticed that I was still sitting alone. And by the time everyone had come in, including the lecturer, I was still by myself. I took a good hard look around and I realized that I was the only one sitting alone. Everyone else had at least two or three other people around him or her. 


I didn't understand, so I took another look around. And this time I saw it. 


It had hit me then and there. I was sitting point blank to the one thing I have been taught otherwise my entire life, the one thing that I have always read and learned about but have never had to face, the one thing I have never succumbed to and the one thing I have always been afraid of; racial hostility. 


As an international university, they are accustomed to host a number of nations in each class. However though, what truly shocked me was the diversity. Not in the number of nationalities in my class, but the diversity of cliques based on the number of nationalities in my class. 


This is the atrocious truth of life and as far as I'm concerned, this is something I will never be willing to be a part of. I'd rather go the extra mile, wait the extra day and suffer a little extra. But not this, never this.

unison

Regretfully, I went to bed at around 3am last night. Two and a half hours later I woke up and was on the way to the airport. Excitement and joy filled me as I thought of the last time I had seen him. As my mom and I pulled up into the car park at KLIA, I noticed my mom was just as excited as I was, more actually.

And then came the waiting. I really hate waiting for someone to come out from the arrival hall. You never really know if there's a problem at the immigration counter, luggage carousel or even the plane itself. After a big cup of hot chocolate and a bag of M&M's, my brother was finally within sight.

By the time we got home, both my mom and I were completely caught up with all the gossip and pieces of yarn from the distant South Africa. I'm pretty sure my brother learned a few things about what's happened in KL since the last time he was here. The urge to return to my bed was nowhere to be found as we talked, joked and most importantly fooled around like all the other brothers in the world.

Now as I type this up, I look over and see my brother and mother curled up on the three-seated sofa watching a movie. They look somewhat uncomfortable, but that doesn't matter. What's important is that a part of our family is finally reunited. The only person missing is my beloved sister in Melbourne. I have no idea when the next time I'll be able to see her again. My brother on the other hand is visiting her early next month. Not fair!

All in all, I'm just glad my brother's back. And not as tall as I am, yet.

my significant other

A stupid truck crashed into my car today. I'm too upset to write more.

a new leaf

Well this is my very first post on this blog. I really don't know where to start. About a year ago I started blogging with not only a different account, but an entirely different identity. I am quite certain that there is no one out there that can relate both my blogs. Thus, my secret identity (works both ways) is safe.

This brand new blog will be more about me and what I think, how I see things, and my personal thoughts. This one, I'd like very much for people I actually know to read and better understand me. Enjoy...