Whatever may come…

Ok, this one’s gonna be short-coz I’m at Uni, can’t get over the realisation that I’ll just have to get used to the dial-up at the new abode (I’m still trying to convince/convert them over to broadband), have to rush to work in a while, etc etc.

Selamat Hari Merdeka ya’all!!! Its Malaysia’s Independence Day today (nope, I’m not as enthusiastic as I was for Pak day-hell, I don’t even know what year they won independence in…).

Now for the blog tag.I saw it at Awk’s who’d gotten to it from Shirazi’ I think. Anyway, I thought I’d propagate it. So basically I link 5 blogs that I’d introduce to my blog-guests. I’m choosing 5 blogs that I haven’t linked yet. They’re blogs I might ‘ve been a blurker at, or a newfound one, someone who isn’t into the circle I’m a part of. Ok, so it is possible that some of my audience might know them, but since I haven’t linked them yet, this is a good way of introducing them to ALL my readers…

Hypocrisy Thy Name. I just started reading his blog. I’d come across it long ago, but the urdu kept lazy me at bay. But Now I’ve made up my mind that I will read it regularly. & so what if I might have to ask someone (flatmates?) what a word or two mean?

Barika. I’ve been a blurker here, started commenting recently. Her mother-love post was totally wow!Read it here.

Dawn. Her veggie post & a comment there cracked me up. Been a blurker here aswell. Home-maker blog. My sisters’ would have been in this class. But they don’t blog. & Sobia’s as well. In the same category. I’m a highly irregular blurker at these blogs.

Uberhomme’s. Read this for kicks. Ok, so I might not identify with/know some of the stuff he writes about, but his witty ones are great for a laugh. Example- guy who sends lotsa text messages (SMSs)= MetroTextual (from metrosexual).LOL!

Me. Yes, that’s exactly what this blogger wants to be known as. Heavy stuff, shair-o-shayeri even. sadly, it isn’t updated anymore. But I’m still putting it up here, incase ya’all wanna read up some archives…Ok, I just realised that I have linked this blog already…

Ok, I gotta run. Could someone send me my fav Malaysian food for dinner tonight? sadly this place with the besttest Curry Ayam (Chicken Curry) closed down. & this other place doesn’t have good stuff. I’d like any of - Chicken thai (southern thai), ayam pedas (spicy chicken),ayam mesak merah (red chicken), Nasi goreng (fried rice), Nasi kandar (can’t translate this- fried chicken with a mix of 3 curries-chicken/beef/fish), etc etc. Ok, now I just gotta get outta here…

Oh, anyone wanna continue this tag thing?

Oh, need I say that this tag is just so cool?I already found a coupla new blogs I wanna link- Boy I’ve missed out on so much…!lol!

Remember how I was so elated regarding my pals in the last post where I mentioned that they gave up on sleep to help me move on a cold winter midnight etc etc? Well, I am so pissed off at one’a them right now. So pissed off that I wish I could get revenge even…!

Look- we made a plan yesterday afternoon, regarding today. I was with him until evening, before he head off to work. We were supposed to meet up at the train station today after noon. I reach the station before time (as usual), & give him a call. He says he’s at Uni (about 10 mins walk from the station). Now I get a call from a groupmate regarding an assignment, & I realise that I just have to send him an email, so I decide to make a dash for Uni. I meet the guy at Uni, & he tells me that he can’t make it-he has to finish off his part of an assignment. No prob. I always want to put studies before everything myself. Ok, I said that coz even I had to finish off this report, but I’d thought that I’d do it when we return. Yes, I was excited. yes, I get very enthusiastic whenever I have some sort of a plan for a day that’s going to be spent having fun.

So why am I pissed off? Coz had I just waited at the station (as I would have, if I hadn’t recieved that call from that groupmate), I wouldn’t have known about his pull-out until it was time to leave or until I’d have called him up to ask him specifically. Yes, we were supposed to meet up some others (who were a group on their own-I just had 1 friend among them, just knew the rest-that 1 friend would prolly wanna chill with his pals-yes, I’m an introvert).

Is it that difficult to give me a call/send me an sms??!! I was upbeat about this since yesterday afternoon (yes, I hadn’t done this in over 2 years-& just thrice in my entire life until now)- I didn’t even get my books an’stuff coz we were supposed to be having fun right now…Why aren’t people dependable anymore? Where’s the commitment?accountability?responsibility?maturity?level-headedness?empathy?common-sense?

Its not about his assignment- what I’m pissed off at is, why wasn’t I told about the change in plans? until he left for work (I was with him) didn’t he realise that he would have to work on the assignment today? he didn’t look ready enough according to plan today, so he’d already made up his mind earlier about chickening out…when?prolly last night? Why the hell wasn’t I told about it? Why do people simper like an idiot & think they can get away with anything? Anything that includes me surely ain’t trivial…get that in your head!

Why do I put myself in positions where people can let me down? Coz mostly whenever they can, they do. Shit happens, time & again…(& I’m not making a mountain of a molehill, here). Its about letting someone down. Its not about today afternoon only. How can people be so fickle-headed?! Why can’t I be fickle-headed to them? Why can’t I do to people what people do to me? Why do I let the world get to me?!

Ok, so I’ve moved. I’m nowhere near that
riverside anymore. But I’m alot closer to the city now, so all’s well. Moving is always such a hassle-packing, then transporting, then unpacking..sigh. Anyway. I’m done with it all for now. I wanted to move monday, but I ended up moving tuesday.Night.Or wednesday morning- whatever you wanna call it. I started packing on monday, did half the job. Tuesday night, I got home around 8 (after Uni & work). Did the rest of the packing. Mate M was supposed to come to my place after 9pm (he had a 6-9 pm at Uni).Well, around 10pm he calls me up to tell me he has to run home to cook for the housemates. & I’d made up my mind that I just HAVE to move that night. (have enough to keep me busy throughout the next week or so-& yes, I’m blogging). So I call up A, who was waiting for some dude who’d get home late, coz he had to discuss his own moving plans. So he wouldn’t be free until 11 pm. Khair. So M got to my place at 11:30, & A came around midnight. So we started getting my stuff outta the flat. Loaded 2 shopping trolleys, & a third trolley with my dismantled study table (thank God I didn’t own the bed & chair). So we lug my stuff to the train station (13-15 minutes brisk walk-my fast pace), only to findout that the next train’s at 3:37 am-& it was alittle before 1am then. So we fool around. I even took a pic of my stuff outside the station, but the station people said I shouldn’t take any pics of their infrastructure (I might post the pic later,anyway). My pals had told me that a cab at that time would set be back by around 100-120$! But after a while, I gave in (those pals were so wrong), & loaded my stuff in a cab (station wagon-even other wagons wouldn’t load my stuff!). I reached the new place around 3 am. New housemates waited ,& waited, & fell asleep-lol!Oh, did I mention that around midnight, new flatmate called me up to tell me that I can come by cab, & that they’d foot the tab?!(yes, I was so ashamed/embarrassed/sharmindah). So I got to sleep around 4 am. While M & A got to their respective homes around 4:30 am. During the task, I thought to myself, that these buddys (buddies?) gave up on their sleep to help me move,on a winter night- I should be proud (then in the same breath)-& grateful! (can one be proud & grateful together?!).

& now on to the stuff I really want to blog about. Which is why I cut down on the moving story…(yes, that is an abridged version above).

Lastnight, a pal from skool, R, added me on his msn-he’d got my id from N, another pal from skool (she’d mailed me last week after a 5 year period of no contact,& in her numerous mails since, addresses me as sweety/sweatheart/darling-just thot I’d let u know). Getting back in touch with old pals whom you’d lost contact with (which is no fun-losing contact,that is) is so totally awesome!(yes, its my tween alter at it again).

Our short msn convo made me realise how much R had changed-he just wasn’t the R I used to know. Back in skool, R was one of the guys who’d keep saying/doing funny stuff & would keep everyone entertained with his antics. He was your average teen perve-next door. Wasn’t a top scorer, but I knew he had it in him-just didn’t put it to use. Waisay, I believe everyone’s smart-at something or the other-I don’t write off anyone if they don’t get straight A’s (& I don’t get those elusive A’s myself-lately).I say this coz back in the 3 years that I went to skool in India (after Kuwait & before Uae), there were guys in my class who were repeating the class-they’d failed-but were smart enough (taiz), to be able to (ok, this is a hindi/urdu adage, literally translated) sell you off & consume (the revenue) (-baich ke kha jaye). Point of going off on that tangent- I never doubted R.

But our convo lastnight left me gobsmacked- he was now totally the kind of person you’d want one to be. Sophisticated-enough sounding job title (while I’m just a…nah-forget it), hi-flying (literally) workplace, looks like an insaan(human) even, actually blogs too (though not as regularly, but its surprising coz I’ve tried convincing coupla friends to blog but they just don’t-or maybe I’m not convincing enough), & even talks about mature, deep stuff! What a change! & although I may sound/seem alittle jealous, I’m not- I’m not jealous of any of my friends- its the rest of the world that makes me green.

I’m so happy for him! I wanted to ask him how he managed to bring this about- or was it that the planets shifted/ the lunar cycle/ some fairy-god mother/ goblin/ being in love…etc?? So totally not what one would remember him as- while I’m still the same as I was in skool-mentally as well as phisically, sadly. (yes, I still wish I was alittle taller)

R- Way to go, dude!!!

& now I shall get back to working on that presentation I have in alittle over 2 hours…Damn-where’s my freakin groupmate?!