mission (im)possible

ok don't panic, don't panic.

24hrs to go before the mission to kuala lumpur.

time for last minute check-outs. everything must be covered. all stones should not be left unturned. zero miss tolerated.



checklist for today

1100hrs
go to the bank in smart black suits, complete with latest design wide black non-see-through rayban and hair gelled neatly. limousine drop-off preferred, right in front of bank main entrance. don't forget the briefcase.

1130hrs
make the withdrawal. few millions dollars should cover the green packets money.

1140hrs
still counting money and arrange them neatly inside the briefcase.

1200hrs
ok the briefcase overflows. stack the remnant notes inside double-layered NTUC plastic bags which i happen to be carrying my carton of soya bean milk for healthy morning snack.

1215hrs
leave the scene. speed through the highways towards the east. make sure not being followed. if there is any helicopter trailing, make use of the new underground KPE tunnel.

1300hrs
expected to be at tampines courts. ok we need to find the item fast and efficient before the clock with big red numbers countdown ticks off. should swarm in with bullet proof SWAT jacket together with other team members. some should drop in from the ceiling using ropes. lights dimmed. let the search begins.

1321hrs
ok cannot find what we seek for. time to just ask the customer service or the electronic section salesman where to find creative 2G mp3 player. my brother in kuala lumpur requested this device and i am not leaving till i get one.

1340hrs
make the exchange deal. this should happened in the big unloading bay with both parties team members watching closely from afar. i give money, they give me the requested gadget. beware of any miscue.

1400hrs
limousine pick-up in front of the building. heads to simei eastpoint for an important appointment.

1430hrs
discussion in the hair salon on the 5th floor. the agent is an undercover hairdresser. i should pretend to do my hair while he surrepticiously whisper further instructions for my mission. do not take any drinks or foods offered as they may be contaminated.

1700hrs
make over complete for the upcoming undercover mission in kuala lumpur and rembau negeri sembilan. this look should go with all new clothes prepared for this event. nothing unmatched that could raise suspicion.

1730hrs
speed through the pan island expressway heading to orphanage house for the alms-giving and more. this act should be left unnoticed. make sure to wipe all the fingerprints clean and most importantly, no paparazzi shot should take place. capture and erase etheir memory if needed.

1830hrs
head back to the home base. final review of kuala lumpur mission plan. make sure all bring-along devices and gadgets are intact in the luggage. get the passport ready.

2100hrs
confirm departure time. communicate with kuala lumpur base about arrival time. this conversation should be brief and quick in case anybody is tapping this conversation and track our locations. remember to use the secret code identification.

end the conversation with,
"SEE YOU SOON FOR HARI RAYA, MUM"


that should cover it.

may the force be with us.



... ed signing off.

the eggs fanclub

the other day i watched malaysian opposition's MP teresa kok's interview on tv after she had just been released from that draconian internal security act (ISA) body that has power to detain people without trials (read: without no apparent reason).

she said she was given a rice, 2 boiled eggs and a cucumber to eat while in prison, which she then added, just (a little bit better than) like a dog's food.

in a normal world, that's a normal no-harm neutral statement. because let's face it, prison food sucks. i won't expect people to eat buffet there. so when people ask if you liked it, then you say no, the food sucks.

full stop.

but apparently teresa kok is about to get sued because she spoke ill of the eggs. normal boiled eggs, not even some cute humpty dumpty or anything.

because those retarded people said eggs are poor people's food. so when she said boiled eggs menu in prison sucks, she must have meant poor people's food is not fit for human consumption.

meaning, she's insulting the poor people.

i mean, just how ridiculous is that?

ok so i don't like that smelly tofu dish. i say, i think the smell is like garbage, make me wanna puke. will you get angry with me because then i'm being disrespectful to the chinese people who eats it? will you sue me in court and demand millions of dollars in compensation?

i can understand if those people that complained are from some global egg organization that spend their entire life taking care of egg's human rights, no, egg's food right, but that is so unlikely.

or maybe because people are just angry she mentioned eggs are dog's food. apparently you are a dog's class if you eat the same food as the dog. my grandfather feeds his chicken rice in the village, so i expect i'm a chicken class now.

i'm just relieved nobody has find out yet if our prophet ate eggs so they can start accuse her of insulting the religion.

seriously, this kind of news made it to the pro-government's mainstream media. what does it tell you about the mentality of the people in that business? or even in this country that made it like it's such a big deal?

i rest my case.



...ed

boys just wanna have fun

people say time flies when you're having fun.

you know what, i don't really think so. like today, i frantically tried to finish this report at work, shunning everybody else behind my back like the monitor screen was my only world.

i was not having fun.

but before i knew it, it was already late afternoon. i swear, it was as if the clock striked in twos. in the end, i could only managed to complete one tiny report in my whole day at work.

productive?

well it depends. on whether people actually read that report. chances are, it would just get ignored. later out of nowhere people would come and ask me about it when i already like moved on to the next life, and i would be like, dude, check your deleted mailbox.

ok maybe that's a bit exaggerated.

still, the fact is, people would only pay attention when something screws up. maybe if the ball dropped, then people would frantically trace back their steps to see things they had overlooked. like in this case, my whole-heartedly-completed report.

it's the same like that milk scandal in china. nobody cares about the milk they consume until suddenly some melanine, no, melamine tainted the chinese produced milk causing tens of thousands sick. i bet before this the word melamine was not even a word yet.

now the word melamine is as common as britney spears.

it's not fair you know. people would think consuming milk would get them strong, healthy and osteoporosis free like what michelle yeoh is all concerned for, on top of her ferrari man, but apparently not for those 6 who died of organ failures.

i mean, what do you have to do to be really healthy in today's world?

in the end, it's what others do that affects you. you could be all saints, eating rabbit foods, not smoking, drinking or whatever, even use overhead bridge to cross the road, but ultimately some bugger would pull the trigger, or release some poisonous gas, or just randomly detain you under ISA and you're doomed before your prime.

so what should we do to survive?

nothing. unless you're willing to sit still in a bullet-no-make-that-earthquake-proof safety box your entire life, you're gonna have to take risks.

as long as it takes for the risk to become a real threat to your own survival, you should just enjoy your life. even if it means to spend the entire night watching the new season of heroes.

if you ask me, my life is pretty enjoyable. that is, until i have to make another round of work reports..

..but at least the time will still fly then...



...ed

second step phone call

when was the last time you made a bad phone call that could potentially affect your life?

i kinda just did.

oh god, i should have never opened my mouth.

i spent like few hours peeking through technical notes for this inter-continental conversation but what were the questions asked?

basic personality questions.

duh.. as if i work in a bank.

so i was completely caught wrong-footed. but i had to keep my composure and go through with it.

here goes..

how do you see yourself in 5 years?

err wait, let me consult my crystal ball. hmmm i think i see a haze. a blur. which should mean i'm so blur to answer this question...

seriously what is the correct answer for this?

i guess i could paint a prefect scenario where i am a high-flyer technically-adapt project lead that leads his engineers as natural as the sky is blue.

ok move on..

what do you think is your strong personal traits?

ok i have this on top of my head. i'm a goal-oriented person, very eager to learn.

actually i thought that's a pretty good answer until i was asked to give an example.

bummer.

so i had to go on and on about how i made effort learning some perl stuff to be able to write test scripts that would assist me in my analysis work.

what is your weakness and how do you improve it?

gosh how to answer this question? should i venture into 'that' area? ok ok this is strictly work related, so what's my weakness?

i said something in the line of being too careful in doing my work, until it takes longer than necessary.

i don't even know how to improve that. ok maybe if i be more confident, which comes from experience, i wouldn't be that sceptical in my work in the first place.

see.. those were the sample questions. i might have written them answers in perfect english but god knows i had difficulty string 2 relevant words together.

don't get me wrong, i think i'm highly qualified, it's just that these subjective answer is very hard to make. this is not like some technical transistor law that you have equations to work on.

plus, i was very nervous. it's like you're walking on plane of wood. which should be easy right? now let's say someone put a gun on your loved ones and say he will kill your loved one if you ever step a toe out of the plane. now try and walk as calm as before.

the point is, i just hope that they would look beyond those jittery answers and my blabbering to see the man inside, i mean, talent inside.

keeping my fingers crossed.



...ed

a date with a hairdresser

i was sitting on the high chair feeling all happy and pampered, and beginning to understand the true meaning of heaven on earth, when the hairdresser put a plate of nicely cut mooncake on the desk in front, amongst the various magazines.

errr.. gosh.

god knows i like surprises.

and i like moon cake! it's the 15th day of the chinese lunar calender 8th month, but...

'i cannot eat this', i said.

'you don't eat moon cake? i'm afraid you're hungry'.

said the young hairdresser. i told him i haven't had lunch just a moment ago when he asked. i thought it was just a casual conversation.

oh if my heart can melt, it will.

what should i do?

'no no.. i eat, but i cannot eat now', i said.

he took a glimpse to the steam dome covering my head. he's not thinking i cannot eat because i'm being steamed at the moment, is he?

gosh, this is difficult.

'so you're not gonna eat?', he said.

'err no thanks'.

so he slowly took the plate away and i felt like curling my whole body inside the steamer.

i felt horrible. is this how i treat someone's sweet gesture?

but i have no choice. it's fasting month now, and i simply cannot eat in the middle of a hair salon in the middle of the day.

i could have explained, but then he'd feel embarrased of his ignorance. i mean, he's not local, so it's not his fault actually.

ok maybe a little, but still.. it'd be like telling off mother theresa.

well, looking at the way he did my hair in the end after the treatments (i asked to be cut short at side, spike on top, and long in front. yeah spell that - FUNKY), at least he didn't resort to mawning my head off.

i really hope not.

because he's my favourite hairdresser. i just need to remember NOT to be visiting during this particular month.

i'll take note.



...ed

the annual geylang serai 'pilgrimage'

after the tanjong katong parking lot incident (previous entree), we proceed to the geylang serai ramadhan bazaar. it was my virgin trip there this year.

so.. how's geylang serai this year?

hmmm light-up decoration not as bad as last year, which looked kinda cheap. this year it was pretty ok, simple, pleasant but nothing special. i've seen this every single year, so there was hardly a surprise there.

what made me more excited? THE FOOD... haaa just now i broke fast at circuit road, eating vegetarian nasi lemak. the plan was to eat something light before going to geylang serai food sweep.

unique huh? i'm sure nobody else ever broke fast with a vegetarian nasi lemak before. it was nice, the sambal was just.. divine.

so makan part 2 would be in geylang serai. the reason why i didn't break fast in geylang in the first place, was because you need to make prior reservation, or else you'd end up eating beside the drain. and that was just too sad to bear.

as usual, there lots and lots of food in geylang serai on ramadhan nights. i expect we could feed the whole somalia with those food spread.

only that i was not very enticed. i didn't feel like eating those sliced bbq meat, fried mee, fried kuey teow, kebab, roti john etc etc. what i wanted? fried cempedak. i don't know why i had a crave for fried cempedak. so i bought 2 dollar (that abang gave me an extra piece, so i got 5 pieces!), and ate standing by the roadside.

there were lots of stalls selling raya shirts, raya curtains, raya cookies, raya cars, raya money.. i mean, raya money envelop.. what a large crown turned-out, it was as if we were walking towards a rock concert show entrance. shoulders rubbed all the time, i felt like we were in a mass orgy or someting.

i wanted to buy the monica lapis legit cake that i always buy every year. the layered cake is nice and cheap but last night, it was sold at 11 dollars, 1 dollar more than the usual price. what a blood sucker. so i didn't buy.

we made rounds after rounds of the many stalls. actually i was hoping to get me a new raya baju melayu, the traditional malay wear that we always wear on the first day of hari raya festival.

but then, the baju melayu dan baju kurung/kebaya (for females) sold in this lion city were.. well.. too glamorous. too modern! for the female's, there were glittering patterns here and there, with body-hugging cutting that gives zero tolerance to coughs or sneezes. very sexy, you could walk in grammy's red carpet in that but to my grandpa's malay village in rembau, malaysia? you'd get stoned for sure (ok this was an expression, haha.. of course we no longer stone people).

even for the men's, mostly the fashions were too daring. the last thing i wanted to do was being looked at as a lost-caused singapore guy in my grandpa's village. really.


so in the end i chose this simple but yet modern, golden-coloured ensemble (SGD52). i matched it with a golden-thread sampin, which is to be worn like a kilt (ok this sounded weird when i wrote it like this, i guess you have to see it actually worn to appreciate) (SGD40).

so one thing done for my hari raya 2008 checklist.


ok 2 things done. because by this, i have done my annual geylang serai ramadhan bazaar 'pilgrimage' too...




...ed

incidents in a dark parking lot

i just managed to grab a parking lot just beside the tanjong katong complex nearby paya lebar station. there were so many cars, all queuing for parking spots to visit the annual geylang serai ramadhan bazaar, i felt like i stroke toto to be able to park within 5 minutes after entry.

the moment i set foot outside the car, i heard...

'peace be upon you...'

ohh i was surprised ok. it was all dark in the parking lot, it was like the voice came out of nowhere to my ears.

oh i just noticed there was this guy wearing a kopiah and a worn-out malay shirt behind my front door. hmm at first glance, this guy was surely not local. must be from bangladesh, pakistan sides...

suddenly he tried handing me a book. in that dim light, it looked like the holy book.

'take this.. i'm from pakistan... donation blah blah blah..'

i wrote blah blah blah because at that particular time, my ears had shut off from listening. i've met this kind of people a lot ok. let's say if he was really from pakistan, what the hell was he doing there collecting money? there should be a proper place for us to donate, so they don't have to ambush me in that dark parking lot.

quick walk away from there!

i barely made 10 steps when suddenly ...

there was a van stopped nearby me. then a chinese, late 20-ish, wearing a cap opened the van door and walked briskly towards me...

ok if he kidnaps me i'm so gonna scream.

'hey brotha... u want home theater system?'

what?? like a reflex i shook my head. when i'm faced with unexpected and suspicious incidents like this, automatically i'd pull out and say no. there's no time to analize the situation and decide the intention whether it's good or bad.

'brotha, i'm not selling, i have one extra. u want?'

the chinese guy asked again, while at the corner of my eyes, i noticed the white van with dark mirrors slowly moved closer to us. gosh, isn't this getting suspiciously dangerous?

why the hell is he insisting me to take his home theater system? looking at that old van, i'm sure he's not a millionare, tycoon or something that can donate without any reason.

i don't understand. maybe there's drugs or something he stuffed inside the home theater system and i'm supposed to carry that around. oh gosh..

quick! run away!

'it's ok, it's ok, i have already'...

i answered while turning 180 degrees and quickly walked towards some malay youngsters crowd at the other side of the carpark. what he did behind me, i didn't know.

oh gosh, i have no idea this parking lot beide tanjong katong complex is so 'eventful'...



...ed

a malaysian in distress

i'm a malaysian. it's still in my blood eventhough i do not live in the country. after all, i'm just a causeway bridge away.

there are lots of things malaysian that i'm proud of. like...

wait..

ok there must be something.

.. well anyway, i'm sure there is, i just don't have to give example now.

but all i want to say is, the POLITICS is the one i'm very not proud of.

what's up with all recent yahoos in top managements?

i'm sorry but i don't like what i read about the governments. even with my durr-brain, i could see so many blunders.

apparently the government have resorted to arresting frenzy over opposition party's figures. that, i believe after all other means has failed in getting the mass crowds to support them.

the goverment uses the ISA, the internal security act, to detain without trial. the reason? non-official line says these loud opposition figures create all sorts of problem to the governments.

yes, it's not because whatever they did caused havoc to the country, but to the current 11-hrs governments.

for them perhaps, government equals country (citizens), but i say, not at all. how could anybody said that when the government did't even get clear majority of the popular votes during recent general election?

if we follow the commonly accepted logic, that ruling party member who claimed the chinese are mere squatters in malaysia, and by that comment, stirred the racial discomfort, should head towards the detention gutter first.

but call it the malaysian-way, the government sent the opposition party leader who made the police report about that racist remark under ISA. she was apparently alleged to have complained about the noise of morning prayers at a mosque in her electorate by the media, which she has said the accusation is preposterous and threatened legal action.

ok what about that reporter for the chinese-language daily that was also arrested because she reported about that squarter-calling incident?

the fact is that people in the government who make mistakes walk freely while the reporters, politicians and bloggers who said the facts are detained.

that is why that racist ruling party member though, is still free to roam the country doing his planned road shows to utter more offensive stuff.

i'm sorry but my intelect just failed to understand this.

is the government going all the way to provoke the opposition party members and supporters to create unrest so they will take matters to the street and thus, give the reason for them leaders to be arrested?

this could be among the attempts to dismember opposition-takes-over-the-parliment move planned for mid-september. this is despite the effort of sending a bunch of ruling MP backbenchers to oversea to avoid them from jumping to the opposition.

for me, do whatever they can. it doesn't matter 16-september, or 20-september when the opposition will try to topple the ruling coalition. sooner or later the citizen will have to cast their votes again, and my durr-brain is pretty sure which box they are gonna cross.



...a malaysian in distress

ode to the ice-cream pints

you know, there's nothing going on in my life.

seriously. i don't know how people can blog every single day about their lives and make it sounds like a movie climax every single time.

because for me, every day is the same day. if i don't know any better, i'd say i'm the truman in the truman show movie.

if you ask me what did i do today, well i woke up, went to work, blew some fire inside my boss' office, worked some more, then went back home.

i'm pretty sure i could do all that in my sleep by now.

gosh am i leading such a boring life?

i guess, after so many years leading this working life, everything is already dangerously set to routines.

ok so maybe i'd be late for work one day. big deal. i've been late many times before too.

maybe if i were to wake up late to a completely another day, then maybe it could become something out-of-this-world but that's so not gonna happen.

so considering nothing on top of my head that is worth blogging for, let me just blog about ice-cream.

the other day i had a craving for a magnum ice-cream.

you know, the one with eva longoria on the advertisement. the sole reason that she was inside it made me wanna try.

because it's unusual. i mean, people endorse beauty products, watches, even shaving tools all the time but ice cream?

it's like madonna suddenly endorse a cup cake.

plus, it's eva we're talking about here, that classy ex-model in wisteria lane, who is by the way, as slim as a dance pole. she's the last object that ppl could associate with ice cream surely.

so i went to the store and try to find one. to tell you the truth, i'm not even so much of an ice cream eater. except maybe occasional cone ice creams in super hot weather, but normally in my book, it's a no-go.

to my surprise, it costs $3.90 for one. that's expensive, no? just for some sweetened iced thingy on a stick? you could almost buy a whopper with that money. or maybe half a seat in the cinema.

nevertheless, i bought it. that was after a few days of buy-no-buy because mysteriously the rain started pouring down like nobody's business causing the weather all chilly everytime i wanted to buy one.


my verdict? hmm ok it wasn't bad. i think it's kind of good, but nothing that made me lose sleep about. ok maybe fretting about the calories i consumed could made me, but the ice cream was fine.





i told this to my female colleagues the next day, hoping they could help explain the logic behind their spesies' ice cream demeanours but instead, they recommended me ben & jerry ice cream.

and i was like, 'did you mean, 'tom' & jerry?'

apparently it was not. in fact they said this is the closest you could get to heaven. in a female's world that is. you'd think they're having an orgasm hearing them describing the joy in consuming this ben & jerry stuff.

ok maybe i should give this a try too.

so just now while i was shopping in the grocery store, i detoured to the ice cream section.

ok there were so many boxes. which one? maybe the one with a cat and a mouse's picture on it?

oh ok i found it. there were so many rows of boxes, or pints as they called it, arranged somewhat neatly in the open freezer. some addicts must have scrambled through all this boxes.

and i glanced upwards to see the tag...

what? ..$13.50? ..and that was after the sale price.

wow what does the ice made of? some remote eternal youth spring water from barbados or something?

man, no wonder female is such a high maintanence walking machine.

i for one, definitely don't need a $13.50 ice cream to fly me to heaven. maybe a good movie show will. or a nice KFC outings. even just a hot cup of marble mocha macchiato.

only those aren't in my boring everyday routine unfortunately...



...ed

Ramadhan night food hunting

last saturday night, a bunch of us went out to have our break fast together. it was the first time i broke fast NOT being accompanied by my 4-walls. ok actually it was the second time, because one of the night i broke fast behind the wheels..

so just the mere fact that we were going to do this together got me all pumped up and high. we went to eat at serangoon garden food court, near chomp2, off the north-eastern part of the island.

i like this place because it is easy to find a spot to park my car, and there are plenty of tables to sit on, you don't have to go table-hunting like most food courts. but most important, it has my favourite mee rebus stall.

i never actually liked mee rebus (how do i translate this, boiled mee?) until i ate at this place.

go try and spot the mee lol.. ok the mee was being covered by that thick, sweet gravy that is simply out-of-this-world. who needs drug when you can have this?

and this is the selling stall...





having that big-A-deal mee rebus like that, i don't understand why the stall signboard made satay as the main speciality. because the satay was so non-entity cum forgetable. in fact, i have never tasted satay in this Lion city that is as good as KAJANG satay in malaysian southern-KL small KAJANG city where satay is like what belgium is for waffles. simply divine.

at this pak jaapar stall however, satay is just a mere chunks of meat on sticks.

next destination? to changi village later during the night for supper.

this changi village is famous for its nasi lemak (malay dish coconut milk rice). you'd surely see long line forming in front of the stall at the corner of the food court, as if buying madonna's concert tickets. it's that long.

but if you ask me, i don't think there's anything special about the nasi lemak. i mean, there are lot more better place than this one surely. in KL where i grew up, this nasi lemak would have been very mediocre.

the good thing about changi village is that it is easy to find a spot to park my car, and there are plenty of tables to sit on, you don't have to go table-hunting like most food courts.(by the way, if you noticed, my idea of a good place are : 1) easy to find parking-spot 2) plenty of tables to sit at. none of these,equals to a crappy place).

my favourite stall at changi village is actually selling nasi ayam penyet. ok how should i translate this. squashed chicken rice? sounds gross huh. but assure you, it doesn't taste gross at all.

ok you almost won't be able to find this dish in KL. apparently this nasi ayam penyet diah is originated from surabaya, or so my indonesian friend told me. for me, squashed chicken just sounds like dead chicken being steamrolled on the road by cars.

eeeek.

it's just a rice cooked with chicken soup, eaten with crispy fried (and of course, later squashed) chicken, sweet and spicy chilli gravy, as well as friend tofu and tempe (fermented beans). for me, whether the dish is nice or not depends on the chilly gravy. score on this one, you score all the way home.

in this whole singapore island, i like this stall selling nasi ayam penyet the most. ok i don't remember the stall name, but it's at the same row with that famous nasi lemak stall.

however, when we went there that night, it was close. what a BIG bummer. especially we already craved into our minds we were gonna have nasi ayam penyet that very night. i mean, did we drool for nothing?

luckily we spotted this another stall that boasted, 'famous nasi ayam penyet : the first and the original'.

hmm.. actually it's hard to believe signboards like this. like you can find easily 10 stalls that claim their's are the original one, so which one you wanna believe? it's not like it's trademarked or anything. you can practically put anything up there.

because we have no other choice, we just sit down and ordered. turned out to be a very good nasi ayam penyet! the chilly gravy was almost as divine, although the fried tofu and fermented beans seemed like had missed the last bus. not in sight.

for me, this nasi ayam penyet was better than the famous nasi ayam penyet ria restaurant in orchard lucky plaza. what makes nasi ayam penyet ria special is that it has this crispy fried bits together with the crisply chicken. however, the chilly gravy there not on-par with my favourite. plus, it's expensive at 6 dollars per dish, hard to get parking, and have to pay ERP bla bla bla...

we went back at almost midnight, ending a night long of jalan jalan cari makan on this particular ramadhan night.

the end.



...ed

break fast countdown

faster than a ray of light, it's already the 9th day of Ramadhan, the fasting month.

does it bare any significance to me? yes. well, today is the 2nd time i broke fast inside my car with one hand on the steering.

why? because some buggers decided it was a perfect time to do stunts on the road and caused accidents.

or else, how could any car meet with an accident in singapore highways? the road is 4-lanes big, very clear road dividers, super bright lightings, no construction holes whatsoever, and there are speed limit reminder every 10 steps, not to mention speed camera at every 10 breaths.

because of the road jam, i only drank a vitagen and munched some bread pudding that was so mediocre i forgot why i munched it in the first place behind the wheel at 7.08pm sharp.

the reason why i went back late just now was because i attended the weekly yoga class after work in the office.

yes, you heard that right. i did yoga. weird?

one thing i hate is that people tend to think that you are all weak when you're fasting. they expect you to look like old vegetable all day.

so i'm fasting. big deal. i still do my weekly badminton and you know what? i survived it. for all i know, i even felt lighter with zero foreign substance in my system.

the other day, i went to work all red-eyed, sleepy and miserable, and my colleague was like, 'oh you look tired. must be the fasting..'

which was so not. i played tennis the night before until late, and then some break fast late night rendezvous so i practically went asleep at 3am, woke up 4.30am for morning iftar, and slept again till 7am.

for all i know, the first week of Ramadhan had me all busy with activities, which god forbids my father from finding this out, has nothing to do with this holy month.

which should be ok, right? as long as i observe my utmost dedication to the rituals in daytime. not enough, i even extended my good deeds beyond daytime.

like just now. i never curse those accident buggers that held me up.

ok maybe i gloated a lil' bit.



...ed