A Story of 2 – Chapter 7

The names in this story were changed to protect those innocent people who I might offend either directly or indirectly.

For almost two weeks we were chatting via the messenger and for that long I get to know her better and the feeling for her gets stronger as each day passes. Instead of a routine chatting with her everyday, it became an urge just to be there talking. A day without chatting with her feels an eternity of pure suffering; it just feels like I’m not myself anymore to a certain extent!

One fine day, she told me way earlier that she was going to Harry’s place for a visit with her mom and I promised her that I will be there to bring her a special lollipop, so special that she will love it for sure. As days leading to that, I reassured her that I will be there on that day in Harry’s place and the special lollipop is right here waiting for her.

On that day however, I did not turn up. Being there in Harry’s place is of no big deal. Come on, for countless nights I slept over at his place some of it was attributed to football matches. Besides the fact, Harry was my close friend; somewhat a brother that was not given by birth, but it was the prospect of seeing her mom that freaks the living nose muscles. Nonetheless, she was pretty disappointed of my none availability, so much so, Harry begins to suspect my motive. No matter how much I try to dodge and reassure him that nothing was going on between Angel and I, he still thinks that there was something and he called it gut feeling. Come to think of it, Angel played a great part in concealing and denying that thing between us.

No matter how vivid my memory was on the events taken place with her, I do treasure it as I know, I am falling for her and it is going real fast. It was on the 26th of January when I asked for her phone number because I want to correspond with her even further. I guess that’s what people called it, bringing the relationship to a step forward, not so much forward but just up a notch, slightly.

On that day itself, Angel SMS me with a forwarded message of which was meant to be a joke but no, I took it seriously in a very humorous way. From that day on we begin messaging each other, to top that up with chatting every day via messenger. So much so, SMS’es between us was a norm; so normal that I could go on without meals but not without messaging her. The spirit of messaging began to creep inside us that by the end of the month, I nearly got a major heart attack when I received my phone bill!

As things were getting better between the two of us, Harry got to come up with some nonsense to occupy my time. He just do not get it right, my time was indeed precious because it is mostly spent with Angel, I can’t multitask when comes to the girl I really like. I truly fit for the phrase, “Got girl, no friend”, and I live up to it.

Bad Week?

It all begin as a wonderful day (sorry la got to use some fairy tale opening), it was Monday, as I ever patiently drove home from work thanks to the bloody traffic, I decided to call my friend to go for a drink. The truth was to ask her to help me out with something I encounter in work.

Before I realize it, I was at her front door waiting for her to come out. As I was trying to do a 3-point turn right in front of her house, the unexpected happened. I reversed my car all the way to her car and then *BANG*. There was I, very cool, walked behind and look at her car. Guess what, not even a bloody scratch on her car. Well my car was not so lucky, a very deep dent at the bumper, a very obvious scar in fact.

Few days later, Saturday to be to right, mom bought a new hand phone the cost approximately more than half of my paycheck. While I was ever curiously playing with her phone (come on it is a new toy), the unexpected happened. Out of no where, my butter fingers slipped the phone and after some balancing act on those slippery fingers, the phone landed right in the bowl of soup, the whole phone was cover with soup!!!!

Feeling ever down, I called HL out for a drink and asked his permission to sleep over at his place because of the guilt in me over my mom new phone becoming an ingredient of a soup. Of course, this hing-tai of mine agreed and allow me to stay over night.

Sunday morning, 10.30, we decided to go for breakfast, so I went out to the driveway and did a 3-point turn in front of his gate. Being absent minded as always, I drove all the way to his gate and then…*BANG*….ever quickly, I ran into his house to explain my so call innocence, but to no avail.

Now my car, maintained so bloody well, wreck from front to back in less then 7 days. Now you tell me, was it a good week or bad week? Spare me the crap such as, money lost block disaster, I am still alive and etc etc etc.

Wise Words

案ずるより産むが易し。
Anzuru yori umu ga yasashi.

Literally: Giving birth to a baby is easier than worrying about it.
Meaning: Fear is greater than the danger. / An attempt is sometimes easier than expected.

Thus Far

Sitting here nothing better to do in the office really bored me down badly. For the past 3 days was meeting after meeting after meeting but now I have nothing better to do, how sad.

For the past week, my nightlife was brought down to a new low. What I mean, there was no longer late night yum cha from Monday till Sunday. Getting to bed early is the easy part; after making a killing thanks to the day job, sleep is the best possible options to go. Going yum cha after dinner was no longer a drive in the park or a spur of the moment, it is more like, “Dam lazy to go out”.

Besides that, waking up early in the morning was never my routine for the past 22 years and 5 months of which it had stop counting since I started work; yes I know it is sad. Honestly, who do not want to wake up early hours in the afternoon and party all night long? But then, that’s the issue of the past, now my routine is sleep early and wake up freaking early. Dragging my gigantic arse to the toilet and bath is more like a chore then of free will as compared dragging my arse to the toilet when I awaken to the wee hours of the afternoon sun.

Finally, I apologies for not posting ‘The Story of 2’, the fact is, I am too darn languid and unmotivated to think what to write next and yes I write it on a day to day basis, no planning, no boarding and definitely no team play involved.

Oh yes before I forget, if there is anyone (if there is of course) looking forward to any articles full of nonsense and at times true to a certain extend supplemented with many quotes, then please be ever patiently wait for my spur of the moment to get one done.

Snatching

It all begins while I was having an informal meeting with my colleague over at his place to clear some minor stuff (of which took a freaking long time thereafter). Suddenly at around 9pm, a frightening calls from my sister. She sounded so desperate and I was so afraid that something might happen to her.

Clearing from all the confusion I called my dad for clarifications. What he told me next shocked the shit out of me. My nose literally lost its flesh. My mom was part of the snatch thief victim club. By the way, that club is currently having an intense growing number of members; some of it involves dead members all thanks to those ‘wonderful’ snatch thieves supported purely by our very own ‘hardworking’ bunch of law enforcers *cough*police*cough*

The incident took place in Bangsar, in the residential parking area just out of the Bangsar Shopping Centre. They came in a White Proton Iswara from behind and snatch her bag, causing my mom to fall and tumble complimented later with scathes and bruises and of course plenty of numbness. With her at that time were both of her colleagues but it was utterly hopeless, as these ‘fearless’ thieves have nothing to fear except the fear of being cashless.

Ever quickly, HL drove me to Bangsar. The whole journey I was worry sick and in me, my hearth was cursing those bunch of coward low lifers, those @#$%$@@&*#*. HL drove pretty fast and reckless most of the time. In order for me to safely worry for someone, I told him, “Don’t be reckless but fast”. Ok I got to agree, that phrase was not funny, but if you said it in Cantonese, all its meaning remain and at times can be really humorous.

Once in Bangsar, I rushed into the clinic specified by my mom, and there it was, my dad sitting there having a little chat with one of mom colleague. HL sat in a corner while listening to their conversation, I was beside dad but my mind was with my mom situation. Soon impatient-ness of me took over and tried to enter the consultation room. Once I pop open the door, mom came out with another colleague at another door. There and then I felt so stupid.

There it was my mom, with her right arm almost covered in yellow looking medicine and a bandage around her elbow. Her movement looks fine with some minor restrictions but most of the complains came from her chest as she feel pain from there. I asked her to go do an X-ray but then, according to the doctor, nothing around the chest area were broken or even fractured but some bruises might be seen the very next day.

Next we went to the police station to lodge a report so that she is able to retrieve some important documents with ease from various companies she have interest on. The bloody station was a pain in the butt, it took such a freaking long time to get it completed and to top that up we need to pay RM2 just to get the report done. What happen to the verse, “Serving for the people”?

Dear fellow good people who reads this boredom, please be careful and aware of the surroundings especially cars and motorbikes coming from all corners. If so happen *touch wood* it did occur, just let the bag go, it is not worth risking your life. Like a Chinese saying, “lost of wealth may prevent disaster”.

Oh well, this may be applicable to Malaysia, anywhere else, I am too ignorant to know.

Updating e2e

First of all I am very sorry for the lack of post during the past week.

Just return home from Aussie land and yes there were a lot of things for me to do example friends to meet, yum cha to attend, lunch to eat and dinner to prepare and finally bosses to see.

You guess it right, I am hired and Monday will be my 1st day of work, wish me luck all.

‘The Story of 2’ will resume 1st thing on Monday, so goes to the many other things I wish to post in this boredom blog.

Miss me all and of course pray for my behalf so that the bosses wont grill me in the first year at work :p