That Chat

We went for sup­per short­ly after. I want­ed to go some­where fur­ther but it was get­ting too late and I was feel­ing a lit­tle sleepy. So we decid­ed some­where near­by instead. Again, we had such good con­ver­sa­tion about every­thing up until the din­ing table.

It was when he showed me his phone with my num­ber who he had named it as ‘Dono Who’. I agree, i did not offi­cial­ly tell him what is my name, which I think it was not impor­tant at that time. i took his phone, and entered my name into that entry.

When he took back the phone, he stared at it for a moment.

Your name is very famil­iar, where have I known you before?”

A very bad way to clear my name, I real­ized. He promised to shove it aside but we all know it will not hap­pen. We humans just like to dig out the past and talk about them, one time or anoth­er.

Back home, we still con­tin­ue to talk about it. I showed him some mes­sages that we pre­vi­ous­ly exchanged, and that jogged his mem­o­ry a lit­tle.

We hugged a lot that night, and basi­cal­ly talk till both of us fell asleep. It was the first time I had this kind of expe­ri­ence. I still remem­ber that we had this dis­cus­sion so seri­ous­ly, he total­ly for­got about the road and dri­ve into a pot­hole.

The morn­ing, we both hugged a lit­tle before send­ing him off. He has got a meet­ing so i didn’t dis­turb him dur­ing the day. We had planned pre­vi­ous­ly to go for a movie after he has done his stuffs.

Then, things did not go well .. I am still sad.. why? How come? How did it hap­pened the way it did?

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That Feeling

You know that feel­ing when you liked some­one? That tin­gling sen­sa­tion that you often hear in movie dialogs but don’t quite know what it is?

It was this guy that I got to know back in the days. We can’t say we know each oth­er, but he has heard of me, and like­wise I have heard of him.

He mes­saged me one day in response to some­thing that I have post­ed in a forum. In that mes­sage was his con­tact num­ber. I sent him a text and it was a short exchange of mes­sages, noth­ing moved; this was a year ago.

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Democracy Is Not Dead

Today marks the his­to­ry for Malaysians as results of the Malaysian Gen­er­al Elec­tions are made offi­cial.

The first mes­sage I got after my 18 hour flight from Malaysia was Barisan Nation­al won the Gen­er­al Elec­tion by 133 par­lia­men­tary seats. It also marks it as the dirt­i­est elec­tion in Malaysia’s elec­toral his­to­ry.

It sad­dens me that we as Malaysians are not fight­ing for the right cause. We want cheap­er cars and cheap­er petrol, do you know how much more cars are we going to put on the road if that hap­pens?

Why isn’t Malaysian’s pub­lic trans­porta­tion up to par to our neigh­bor­ing coun­tries? Could it be because Mahathir was busy chan­nel­ing funds into his pet projects like Per­wa­ja and Pro­ton?

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Malaysian Election Brings Out The Racism Ghosts In Us

I board­ed the plane head­ed back to Malaysia, for the first time in my life, I am exer­cis­ing my rights, and my duty to my coun­try.

Fun­ny is that I am required to pay thou­sands of ring­git of tax­es, and yet I have to reg­is­ter myself to vote in my coun­try, but that’s anoth­er sto­ry.

I live in an area where the com­mu­ni­ty bare­ly know each oth­er. Per­haps the sit­u­a­tion got worst when the res­i­dence here are most­ly work­ing adults rent­ing on sin­gle rooms. How­ev­er, I do know my neigh­bors in my small gat­ed com­mu­ni­ty.

Still wear­ing traces of alco­hol from last night’s par­ty, I head­ed to the polling sta­tion that I was sup­posed to be. Dad was sup­posed to give me a lift but I decid­ed to head on out myself first; he was hav­ing his morn­ing tea with his friends at a near­by cof­fee shop.

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Playing Pranks

It was first of April and I could have known bet­ter; I got pranked.

Seth hand­ed me the finan­cial report. I almost crapped myself out when I looked at the expen­di­ture and I was 250% over the bud­get. That said expen­di­ture was allo­cat­ed as my per­son­al expens­es.

Seth does not han­dle the finan­cial records, but as my per­son­al assis­tant, he does hand me in the reports from the finance depart­ment. Calls to the finance depart­ment went unan­swered and dad called me on the phone to asked about it. Dad doesn’t usu­al­ly look at the com­pa­ny finances report, lest that he called all the way from Sin­ga­pore.

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