Currently Playing: James Morrison-The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore.
Has it occurred to anyone that James Blunt and James Morrison have the same sort of music and self-made style going on? You know. The whole jiwang karat versi Inggeris, heartbroken woe-is-me expression plus the unruly hair…it seems too much of a coincidence, don’t you think? Hmm.
Speaking of, I apologise for the jiwang-sounding title, but Flop Poppy is wearing my head out.
Penat giler hari ni.
Public speaking’s over and done with, Alhamdulillah. Through some kind of miracle, I made it to the semis before finally faltering and bowing out. Its funny; I just somehow suddenly became extremely tired by that time and didn’t bother putting much effort into giving a solid speech. It didn’t help that I was put in the same group as Ely and Murni as well. Their speeches were fantastic.
I stuck around to rally and cheer for the girls and Azlan–they were the 3 out of the 6 finalists. I have to admit, I felt a swell of pride watching them on stage. Bravo, you lot! Unfortunately though I couldn’t stay long enough until the final results, but from what I hear, all 3 collected between them a considerable total of cash money and book vouchers, which just about seals the done deal that all of them owe Fairuz, Nadzeem and myself (the faithful supporters) a good dinner out somewhere fancy and expensive. The book-shopping spree’s going to have to go; Azlan definitely needs books so we can’t take that away from him.
It was nice meeting everyone today. =)
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I paid 2 of my uncles and their families visits today. It didn’t seem like such a big deal, but I could tell that it meant a lot to them. I’ve never seen my uncles so happy to have visitors before; it threw me off that both of them were so ecstatic over a simple visit. It just goes to show that no matter how little of a thing you think you may be doing, it isn’t as insignificant as you may think it is.
I love my twin cousins, I really do. I fear they may one day exploit this soft spot I have for them, and I might not even mind.
Which reminds me, these were spotted in their house:
I suppose I could say my aunt has no problems running her house. ;)
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I flagged down 3 taxis today before I could get one headed my way. Its incomprehensible that anyone would want to turn down potential customers in the business of driving, but turned me down they did. I suspect the last pak cik might have only taken me in because of my despairing, pleading look. Like I said, penat giler hari ni.
All the way home though, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I could settle into a nice conversation with the said pak cik. Lutfi once said that one of the conversations he enjoyed most were those he shared with taxi drivers.
Now, I am a very car-deprived person. I get driving privileges only when there’s an errand to run, or siblings to drop off/pick up, or when there’s an absolute emergency. Taxis and I, we go a long way back. I’ve relied on taxis for about as long as I can remember, and in all that time, I’ve met quite a number of personalities.
Thinking back on what Lutfi had said, I suppose I’ve been unfortunate to not have come across the amount of colourful characters he’s met, but I count my blessings for drivers who are so willing to share stories, opinions, thoughts, jokes and everything in between. You’d be surprised at the different perspectives and insights they provide on subjects ranging from politics to life behind wheels on the roads of KL and Selangor. It’s very amusing if you cared to ask. Just remember the next time you climb into a taxi with a friendly driver, seize the opportunity to broaden your horizons a little. I promise you, your vision of how you see the world will shift a little to another, more understanding, angle.
Which reminds me: avoid the taxis in Kota Roya, Pudu Raya and KLCC. Apparently these are the main places where drivers who set fixed prices like to strike.
Yeah, that came from the pak cik as well.
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It isn’t that I can’t laugh along. It’s just that sometimes, you need to understand that there’s a limit as to how much I will allow your ridiculous antics which at times makes me feel so very demeaned.
Today, I could have given you the longest look you would have ever received from me. I could have uttered words which would have sent you reeling in shock, because you wouldn’t have thought it capable of me. Oh…I have words in me so sharp it cuts better than knife. But I refrained in order for you to have your moment.
And maybe, for others too.
No more. I won’t smile the next time, so make sure there won’t be a next time.
I most certainly won’t allow it.
Enough said here.
Books and I.. we’re not exactly a match made in heaven.
Oh wait, how can it ever? Hahaha. I am sure you’re very tempted to say “How’s that back feeling these days?” Haha. See see, how I did that. Psychic.
