Life Of A Typical Malay - August 2000
Monday 21/8
This entry will not be as deep as a lot of the rest of my entries. I guess I tend
to be pretty dramactic when I write but I guess that is because I'm so
mellow in real
life that I have to get my emotions out somewhere.
Well, it happened again yesterday. I can always feel it coming on at
least a few days in advance. The depression hit full-force on a Sunday -
it seems that is the day of choice for my depression.
I've been feeling ill (not physically) since last week. I thought that
maybe this time I could beat it, stop it from coming on. But I knew from
the way I was feeling that it was only a matter of time before it
overwhelmed me. Anyways, there I was Sunday morning reading the paper
and eating nasi dagang. O.K. things were fine, I was acting normal even
though there was a heavy lump in my chest. By noon I was out the door
to take my weekend spin and then head to the mosque. I felt much
better outside, the heaviness lifted a bit.
But then it happened, as I knew it would (I just can't stop it anymore).
I was having lunch at Khalifah Restaurant (Section 3, Shah Alam) and only 1/4 the way
through and I had
to get out of there. The lump in my chest traveled up into my throat and
into my brain. I felt trapped. I saw all these happy
people having meals, laughing, feeling fine with their lives, and I was losing my mind,
sitting there at the corner reading Sunday Star. Noone could see I was
losing it, and frankly if they could I don't think they would care.
So, instead of standing up and screaming, I took off out of there as fast
as I could. While driving home, I couldn't control myself anymore.
Nothing was right, I had no control over anything in
my life - it was blackness, all blackness. I was praying just to make
it home, please, please get me home.
I made it home, and collapsed. I feel like I've
lost it this time. Before when my cycles of depression just left me
drained and staring at the wall, this time it was much more fierce.
This time my depression had hold of me, had control of me, like a true
entity. I wonder what my next cycle will be? Can it get worse?
Aku ni "datang bulan" ker?.....heh..
I have nothing much to say today so I guess I better answer some of the emails/ICQ webpage
messages I received last week. I'm not at all good at emailing
and since noone's signing
my guestbook (I do sound desperate, do I?...heh..) I gather this is a perfect time to answer all the questions put to me.
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I read through all your entries and half way through I found
myself crying, but I wasn't feeling sad, I just felt so incredibly...
The feeling was so strong. I don't even know what I felt but I
know it felt so strong it made me cry. Everything you
said was just so amazing, feelings so brilliantly transformed
into words, every word was just so perfect, if I had
taken one word away or added one it wouldn't have been
the same at all, it was perfect the way it was, and while
I was reading, something just snapped inside me and I don't
know what it was or if it's a good thing because it made me
terrified, I am terrified right now, but at the same time it
made me feel... that thing I still don't know what it is.
I read what you said and thought to myself and even felt that
I want to be like you too and I asked myself why can't I be
like that and what made me snap was that I couldn't come up with
an answer. - Cherrie S, Charlottseville, Virginia,USA.
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Hmm...what is it? what exactly are you trying to say?
----that my life
(the pain, the angst, the happiness, the problems, etc) is so beautifully ...heh... worded?
----that our lives are so damn related?
----that .....
Like you, I couldn't come up with an answer too...
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Hi, bukan main lagi...jenuh gak baca your journal, kadang-kadang tu rasa you ni
macam jahat jer, kadang-kadang rasa you ni kelas sangat pulak. At times you
sound really complicated, kengkadang you simple sangat macam tak ada hati perut.
You ni real ker?
Macamana pun, I tak suka you buat macam ni, tulis diary lepas tu publish kat internet.
You nak apa? Nak glamour ker? Ramai lagi org yang teruk dari you,
lagi ramai yang bagus dari you, hidup memang macam tu, macam roller coaster.
Oklah, I blah, sorry kalau kutukan ni menyakiti hati you, ini last, I tak nak datang dah
sini. - Perempuan Melayu Terakhir...*ahaks*-
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(Note: This reader has been coming here almost everyday, I still
see Linux/Opera 3.0 and ptl38.cache.jaring
despite her promise not to come here anymore....there must be something in me that
makes her err...heh...) . Last time yang pertama atau first time yang terakhir? Atau first time yang kesepuluh?
So.....
.......C'mon, put some lipstick on...
... at least your lies will be pretty.
Ishhh...jahat teruk aku ni.....
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Assalamualaikum,
Stumbled upon your page while visiting some local journals (thru' Sera's website),
interesting, now I know what's on a guy's mind, a working guy's mind.
I don't particularly enjoy reading other journals (journal by students for example, they
don't have
much to say, they just babble about other things - because they have nothing else to say).
Yours is truly different, you babble too but it's all about you and what's in your head. Quite heavy I must say.
Makes me want to
know more. In 9 words...You are not at all a Typical Malay Guy!
Bye.
By the way, I have your site bookmarked.
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What's in my head? Mind you, men have many heads....literally...heh...Well,
this journal is called
Life Of A Typical Malay, to be honest I don't really know what are the things that make a Malay sounds typical. I "assume" a typical Malay guy is someone who....
a) works for the government (tetap dan berpencen?....)
and b) reads Utusan Malaysia
and c) has a national flag mounted on his car
and d) listens to mushy-mushy Malay love songs
and e) watches Hindi movies
and f) gets excited beyond belief when Malaysia has another entry into World Guiness Book Of Records
and g) proclaims Mahathir to be the greatest man in the world
and h) eats rice at least twice a day
There you have it. And sorry for being shallow...heh...
Since I don't do any of the above does that mean I'm not a typical Malay guy?
Maybe I have to rename this journal, pick your choice then:
a) Life Of A
Typical Malay - A Bag Full Of Shit
b) Life Of A Confused Malay
c) Melayu Baru (New Malayneium)
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Hello/Assalaumualaikum,
Came in here through Jongkang homepage, just want to
let you know that I am enjoying your witty style of writing, haven't been through with
past entries but I will come back soon. Keep writing, keep whining, keep keep keep.- Anna KB
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Thanks, I do visit Jongkang from time to time,
infact that's the only online journal I read, not everyday though. At least twice a month,
I do like his writings, some of his entries very much remind me of my student days, too bad
he studies to be a Lawyer...hahahaha....(sure Mat Jan marah kalau baca ni, tak apalah, karang
aku pergi visit dia punya site nak mintak maaf)
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Assalammualaikum,
mm..nak panggil aper yekk..its better abg zainal laa..coz i lagik muda..=)
its not my 1st time email kat abg zainal..before nih pernah..tapi merapu jek..
i selalu baca journal nie..only nak buang mase free.
my point email kat abg zainal nih sbnyer pasal coffee. yg buat i tergerak sgt nak email coz..i dont understand when u said
u want trading to be ur job. t
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Well, I'm not trading cotton/coffee, I'm trading prices of cotton/coffee on
New York Cocoa Sugar & Coffee Exchange/ New York Cotton Exchange.
It's like share markets (KLSE), the only different is that commodity/stock market is
much more tougher than share markets. We are trading against those guys at Wall Street,
go see Rogue Trader (a film that stars Ewan McGregor), sebijik
like that.
I know nothing about KLSE by the way and I don't
intend to.
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Assalammualaikum....,
walau apa pun yg kita lakukan
walau apa pun yg orang kata...
yang penting kita tidak menyusahkan orang dan orang tidak menyusahkan kita...dan hidup kita ceria dan di berkati ALLAH
* seronok membaca nukilan rase okme( pronounce macam oghang u.dong ) kome saje je nulih ne ... nak buat okme sengih je...nampak tension giler....
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Yaiihhhh.....orang Dong rupernyer....kome orang Ulu Gali, jalan nak pegi ke Sungai Ruan.
Memang, memang tension gila, tapi kita
as a Muslim, ada jalan keluar. Ingat Tuhan banyak-banyak, bawak baca Quran etc, InsyaAllah that so-called level of ketensionan won't be that high. Trust me.
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Assalamualaikum,
Just to let you know that I've been following you for more than a year now,
your whining (your word, not mine) lately has become a bit too emotional.
I *think* I know what's bothering you. Anyway keep reaching for the sky and keep
this journal of mind alive because I'm so attached to it. - Puteri Awana, KL
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My oh my, my b**ls shrink whenever I see local ISPs on my hit counter list.
This journal (when first published)
was never meant to be read by Malays (or Malaysians for that matter) but now since
almost 90 % of the visitors are locals (and most of them are repeat /compulsive? visitors)
I have kind of toned down a bit. Kadang-kadang tu jer
aku tambah sesedap rasa. Chef Wan tu orang Raub jugak.
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Mana entries in French & German? - Minah Mental a/p Mat Metal
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Old entries (June,July,August 1999) ada
a bit of German & French. I was a bit scared to bare all at that time so
I wrote in German/French benda-benda yang a bit sensitive.
Also, special thanks to me,myself and I for sneaking in here day in day out...
-----isshhhh...panjangnya entry harini.....
Tuesday 22/8
i'm bored by global warming.
frankly, here in kay-ell, i'm wishing we _had_ a little
bit of global warming right now. and *beep* those people at
the equator.
i'm bored by that sunken kursk submarine. heck, i can't even
spell it. poor *beep*.
heck, you're yesterday's news, people. yeah, i want
to hear some more about al-gore dammit. i'm *not* an amurrican but
what's wrong with that? i want what i want and i want it NOW. even
if it's shit.
i'm bored by khir toyo. and abu hassan omar. and take that mat taib
out of the picture. i'm bored by dead tuberculosis
victims. i'm bored for not doing something. i'm bored by hunger strikes. i'm bored by boring meta-criticism.
i'm bored by concreting works. and bricklaying too.
i'm bored by endless association of coffee producing countries meetings. coffee ain't goin' up ma
man. because there are liars. and there are super liars.
and there are brazilians.
i'm bored by marc anthony's you sang to me. *beep* it. i'm bored by these annoying pop-up menus.
i'm bored by those vision school issues, and on top
of that the cd now skips from track 13 to 19. i want to hear aztec camera's how men are, dammit!
i'm bored by being sleepy. *beep*. it's gotten to the
point where i can just sleep with my eyes wide open.
i'm bored by boredom. *beep* that, too.
i'm bored by myself, i'm bored by my boring whining
about how *beep* bored i am. i'm bored by tearful
vows of self-improvement. balls.
i'm bored by vicious pointless screeds against nothing
for no reason. i'm bored by handfuls of money. i'm
bored by the prospect of not having enough cash. i'm bored by
tsunami and earthquakes and floods and
dry weather in texas cotton areas and bad weather in general.
i'm bored by waiting for red light to turn green. and
even though it's free,
and i'm bored of my own selfishness and worthlessness.
i'm bored of being nagged by people for my own good.
i'm bored of not being nagged when i'm being a blatant idiot.
i'm bored of good advice.
i'm bored of bad advice.
i'm bored of no advice at all.
i'm bored of the whole ball of wax.
i'm bored by weekend. i'm bored by merdeka.
i'm bored by hating myself. i'm bored by my arrogance.
i'm bored of being just like everyone else, more or less
detestible. i'm bored for not being like everyone else, more or less detestible.
i'm bored of angst.
i'm bored of having no real angst. a bit of depression,
maybe, but no angst, because i'm too bored even to have
angst.
...and I'm bloody bored by that lawyers jokes
.....maybe I should see a doctor and get a prescription for
benzodiazepenes of
some sort to keep the worms of anxiety from gnawing out my insides.
Wednesday 23/8
My grandma passed away (of old age / dah
sampai ajal)
peacefully yesterday and the burial took place a few hours
after that,
I got that bad news
only this morning, they, my family, tried in vain to contact me
yesterday. (Phone reception is pretty bad here in Pantai Dalam,
our site is at the back of Bukit Angkasapuri).
I felt so bad for not being home, only my parents
and a few close relatives were there. My other siblings
couldn't make it on time too.
Rather than wasting my time sitting there in my office not knowing what to do,
I spent the morning reading a few ayats.
I have this small Quran
(with Malay translations, so it's *not* really a Quran) in my drawer which I read whenever
possible.
So, sedekah Al-Fatihah to my late
grandma, will you? Please! Thanks. And God bless you too. Amin.
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Went to KL well before just after 12 noon
(lunch hour). Parked my car at Angkasapuri station and took
the 11-45 am commuter train from there. To Dayabumi Post office to post
some letters, subscription to Reader's Digest and insurance
policy form to Citibank/Aetna among others. I decided to buy another
insurance policy (well, I made standing instruction to have
monthly payment deducted from my credit card, not that much
anyway)
Again,
I put my Mum's name (without her knowing) as the beneficiary. I know
I'm worth shit right now but I'm quite happy
to know that
I'll be worth close to a million Ringgit
(value of the 3 insurance covers) when I die.
...and mum, I think I'm gonna cry....
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assalamualaikum..
i think you should take a long leave and go for a holiday somewhere.. heh (me,myself and i)
hey, that's my heh..heh...tak ada duit masa lah nak cuti, nanti dah nak cuti kawin pulak....heh..
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"tapi kita as a Muslim, ada jalan keluar. Ingat Tuhan banyak-banyak, bawak baca Quran etc, InsyaAllah that so-called level of ketensionan won''t be that high. Trust me."
Macam mana tu? Did u personally have done all this to reduce/get rid some of u''r stress/tenssions/pains (whatever it is). Or if u did ..why u''r still ''depressed'' or sound like ''unsettled''.
Tak tahu lah ..maybe ..Allah be
oh well,errr......heh, tulah ko Nal...heh...
Macam ni, I wrote all that untuk mengingatkan diri sendiri, I personally buatlah sikit-sikit, kalau tak, I rasa lama dah I ni jalan bogel-bogel kat Shah Alam tu, jadi gila...mind you, kat Shah Alam tak ada lagi orang gila I rasa...
Note: Allah knows best, some things are better left unsaid...
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suratan atau kebetulan? aku pun masuk site kau dalam twice a month! zainal, engkau punya definition of "typical malay" tu besh arrr... hahahahahaha... aku gelak sampai sakit perut. kalau ikut hang punya definition tu, aku pun bukan "typical malay guy". hmmm.... okeh zainal, teruskan usaha...
ishhh...aku tersilap tulis dalam mat jan punya guestbook, instead of banyak aku tulis sikit, dah dia kutuk aku balik.....tension...tension....that's the kind of tension yang amat menensionkan...
Thursday 24/8
Our site was raided by 3 truck-load of Police and Immigration officers
this afternoon. They screened all Indonesian and
Bangladeshi workers and at the end they arrested not less than
60 illegal immigrants. Poor *beep*, this apartment/condo project is for
Kementerian Dalam Negeri. Kesian aku tengok, kena sepak-sepak jer.
Tak berperikemanusiaan ( = berperikebinatangan ?) langsung diaorang ni. Yang menyepak tu.
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Hello Zainal, this is Jason from H&R Department. I'm in the process
of preparing your Letter Of Appointment. And your salary too.
When did you start work?
July 3 rd.
July 3rd?
Yeah,
July 3rd....t-i-g-a h-a-r-i-b-u-l-a-n
J-u-l-a-i....
Are you sure you started on the 3rd,
not 17th or 24th of July?
Yes, Monday, July 3rd 2000.
Well,errr....ok then...
Could
you pass the line to Puan Mona, please?
Yo Zainal....hehehehe.....
hahahaha....mama rap mana pulak nih? eh, I want to ask you something.
When did I start work?
I don't know, sometimes in July,
mid July, is that right?
Not quite. What's wrong with you guys? I started working on Monday
the 3rd.
Hah? Monday 3rd? H&R guys will be in trouble
if the MD knows you haven't been paid and the appointment letter hasn't been signed,
kesian diaorang.
You ni kan, dengan diaorang nak kesian, I yang makan goreng pisang
jer hari-hari, you tak kesian pun....heh...
Hahahahaha.....
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Cakap pasal pisang ni, aku sampai sekarang tak tertunai lagi hajat nak hantar pisang kat
Pusat Islam UiTM (refer aku punya journal entry yang lama), nak bawak Friday tak boleh
pasal aku kerja, tengoklah, mungkin this weekend aku pergi pasar Section 6 beli empat
lima tong
pisang yang muda sikit, lepas tu letak kat sana, so by the time Friday
datang,
pisang tu dah masak. Atau mungkin aku hantar Thursday night lah, kalau malam taklah
jatuh kemaluan kalau orang nampak aku usung tong pisang. Usung tilam
("dalam" maksudnya tu...heh..) lagi malu...
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Hi, greetings.....after reading some of your entries I can only say this...
You are a good writer.
No, I'm not a
good Writer. I'm a good Resident Engineer. I'm a good
Commodity Trader too...heh...
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hahahahahahahaha......
heh....?
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Kau ni macam
pelakonlah, gila babi punya lawak, aku gelak sampai terkentut-kentut.
tapi bila bab sedih tu sedih gila,
kalah babi gila. aku terkedu-kedu menangis sampai aku ingatkan aku dah jadi bapok pulak - hisham, klang
Ha ah, aku
macam hero keling Tom Cruise kan?
By the way, sampai hati ko mengomparekan aku? this journal dengan khinzir...oh tidakkkkkkkk!!!!!
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assalamualaikum...
so, when are you going for this ''cuti kawin''? ntah2 sama ngan i.. heh (pinjam your ''heh'' jap.. ;) )
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waalaikumsalam.......yayyyyy!!! me,myself and i nak kawin jugak. hehehe...happy nya aku. by the way, dia ni sapa hah? siapakah gerangan puan hamba? ...
seriously, I have no idea the exact date of my supposed-to-be big day, yang aku tahu, lepas raya puasa dan sebelum raya haji........oh....time's running out....
Friday 25/8
Last night was a bit painful,
just when I thought it was safe to short coffee (sell),
it bounced out of nowhere and closed marginally higher.
I had no choice other then to cover my short position, with
a "floating loss" of about USD 970-00. That took us
by surprise, the movement I mean. Only a few days ago
it made a new life of contract low, yesterday it rallied by 4-00
points. Technical play I presumed,
aided by a few slightly-bullish
news. That's ok I guess, I'll come back some other
time to "fight"
the market.
Kak Zainab and Haji Hashim covered their
shorts (sell positions) too, only Abang Wan still holding
open position. I don't have the guts to hold positions
overnight, even winning trades.
Unless the "floating profit" is pretty big and
when I'm very sure the direction of the market the very
next day.
At least I learned something, to cut loss/cover positions early
when making bad trades. I'm not a gambler and hoping against
hope is not at all the name of the game. Actually, there was this news about Mexico
crop productions
which was seen to decline by up to 25 %. The news was flashed twice but I thought Traders at the pit (in New York) would dismiss that kind of news, after all, what is that 1.5 million bags of coffee? But I was wrong, prices started to climb, and climb and climb. About 10 minutes before closing, it retraced and I
managed to get filled at the lowest price for the night.
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Nothing much going on at the site in the morning I decided to
drive to Bangsar for a cuppa. Tak jumpa pun
Paula Malai Ali, dalam paper kata dia selalu lepak kat Bangsar,
having tea while surfing the net guna laptop.
Kelas sangatlah
tu agaknya, patutnya orang macam aku ni...heh...yang guna laptop
pasal aku deal with world markets. New York Exchange lagi
gitu....awwwwww!!!! Tapi, aku mana boleh buat cam tu, aku bukan orang popular,
aku pakai
jeans lusuh jer jalan kat Bangsar, lagipun muka aku berminyak-minyak
macam muka Bangla sebab
kerja kat site. Mana boleh.
Bangsar is for yuppies, I'm not yuppy, aku kuppy. Kuppy
tak boleh buat macam tu, kuppy kena maintain
ketidak-kelasannya beb,
kuppy mesti jalan sorang-sorang. Kuppy mesti jalan kaki laju-laju.
For the first time yang pertama I went to MegaMall, MidValleyCity, just out of curiosity. Spent about an hour
at MPH Bookstore surfing the net...heh..
Reached Masjid Kampung Kerinchi
for Friday Prayer at 12 noon , it was early so I took the opportunity to do what I
had to do.
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I read your past journal entries,
I don't really understand you,
you scared to get married? You are too obsessed with yourself
I guess...- Lina 2000
No, I'm not
scared to get married, just that I've been independant
for so long I find it difficult to .....you know.....
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assalamualaikum,
hehehe....brutal gaks bahasa ko ni kengkadang tu, all the best - rosli, pg.
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assalamualaikum..
hehe.. so, most probably you''ll get married next year laa.. rite?
''puan'' hamba? heh.. ''puan-to-be'' laa...
skarang still ''miss''.. ;)
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awal jan kot? oklah macam tu miss hamba("puan-to-be hamba ? ....tak
sedap jer bunyinya...heh..),
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Sapa nak pergi tengok Of Men And Other Familiar Strangers malam esok dekat The Actors Studio, Plaza Putra? Kesian aku, pergi sorang...
Saturday 26/8
Got my first pay check this morning. At last! Ouch! That income tax deduction!
Haji Hanafiah (the Consultant QS) was at the site for about an hour for payment valuation. Took him to Level 5 (Block B)
to see mock-up sample unit. We then headed for one nice tomyam stall near Vista Angkasa. Spent a few hours there chatting about UiTM, about hajj, about religion in general. I don't know whether he's still teaching at UiTM (part time) but he did ask me if I was interested in teaching again. In which I replied, no, I have had the experience, it was fun but I have no time for fun now really.
Drove to KL after saying my Zohor at Masjid Kerinchi, parked my car at Plaza Putra and walked to Central Market and Kota Raya looking for .net magazine. Heck, why are they not selling that magazines. It's Europe #1 Internet Magazine for god sake! Since I did not log on to the internet when I woke up this morning (I was late) I decided to go to one internet cafe near Petaling Street. Spent almost an hour there, the connection was awfully slow, tunggu janda lagi cepat...heh..
Then took a cab to Lot 10, Isetan wasn't having megasale so I went to Parkson (Sg Wang Plaza) but the crowd was so big I left after about 10 minutes. Spent almost an hour at
Metrojaya (Bukit Bintang), bought a pair of Pierre Balmain shoes (RM 299-00), one Pierre Cardin shirt (RM169-00) and a few other things. Yeah, I bought underwears too. Red, blue and black. Nice striking colors, eh?
I went looking for Jaguar deodrant stick after that but ended up buying Aramis products worth RM 265-00 , an 85 ml Aramis deodrant stick costs RM 85-00 but they are having a promotion, if you spend RM 150-00 and above on a single receipt you'll get one nice elegant
travelling bag.
Took a cab back to Plaza Putra,
said my Asar at the surau and
lepaked there until Maghrib. I was asked to lead
the prayer, I didn't want to but (because I know I swear quite a lot lately....shit! oopppsss...I'll try not to swear)
they insisted on me being the Imam.
Had dinner at The Actors Studio Italian Cafe, had Antipasto (deep fried mushroom), Garlic Bread, Tomato Soup and a cup of cappucino.
The play (Of Men And Other Familiar Strangers0 started at 8-30 pm, almost half of the theatre was filled by mat sallehs (foreigners), the other half by gay couples. The last half..heh..(yeah, there are 3 halves) was filled by other strangers, people like me.
The play was about an architect named Benjamin Stiller (an Aussie)
who has everything under the sun. And he's a homosexual.
So, there were lots of "shocking" scenes, enough to make us
puke.
The play was brilliantly staged,
the second scene particularly. The first one hour was kind of
boring, with the main character whining about his
life (that sounds a bit familiar...heh). The second part was
hilarious, a bit overboard at times though.
I think The Actors Studio will never make it to Panggung Budaya, true they need government supports but I doubt it they will get any. Or they will have to stage plays that are not too sensitive, plays that are "deemed"
suitable for Malaysians to watch.
The show ended at 10-30 pm and I drove straight to the office (Subang Jaya). By the way, the parking ticket (at Plaza Putra) was RM32-00. Heck...
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Assalamualaikum,
I'm amazed, I mean, how do you find time writing this journal.
You are doing 2 different (and stressful) jobs a day, right? By the way, nice background music, what is it called?
I'm very good at managing my time...heh....I'm using a laptop and I spend about half an hour each day writing this journal.
I buy 3 newspapers a day, I don't really read them, I just flip thru'. See?.....
I upload my entry when I'm online (before /
during Trading hours, from 6-00 pm - 2-00 am)
I don't do IRC, I don't surf adult websites anymore.
And I don't watch telly too.
The song is called Dust In The Wind by Kansas, one of my all-time
favourites, and old song, well before my time...heh.. The other
one is called Cats In The Craddle by Ugly Kid Joe.
I think I wrote something about these 2 songs in my past entry.
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