The Exotic of Interlocking
My motivation is a little washed out today. I have training to go on this Saturday morning, again. I skipped the seminar I am supposed to attend just now at Tropicana, and also my golf lesson. My trainer must be a very un-professional Golf-Pro since he don't really bother about my consistency in frequency of practical.
Along my way home, I felt really depressive. Reason, I can't stop figuring out why the heck someone spend so much time/effort to design/construct such a nice landscaped Highway around town. In proper way, I would raise my curiosity that way, in the other simple way, I could have make it this way " can tax-payer money be any useful than this?" On average, each 10 meter square of a landscaped area with trees/palms/shrubs and turf cost about 1.5k, or 1.5k for every kilometer. IF the patrons do care and bother the view of the landscaping, I believe the accident rate/traffic congestion will hike up infinitely. To my very personal opinion, I think driver/user of the road prefer those cost to be invested in some kind of fund/bond that to help them to reduce some toll increment which is also some sort of inflations factors similar to increase of petrol rate. Generally, maintenance cost should only be focus onto road conditions, unlike currently, maintenance to those landscaped area. Those concessionaire suppose to work out more onto patrol or other form of safety to user, not distractions like blooming flowers, though I do agree blooming sakura reduce some driving-pressures especially when I am stuck in a jam.
Last last week, when I was having a dinner at KL Hilton, for my company annual dinner, I tried looking for Paris Hilton. However, I can't even see her portrait. Sad. The media presentation was great, though I was fucking drunk and wasted with free flow of wines and cognac, I means everyone was doing the same there, I still manage to control myself not to throw out in my friend's car. I took lots of pictures with my babooned-lobstered face. hehe...Honestly, I have no idea what was running in my mind during that evening. I felt terribly pissed with every laughing hyenna overthere. Every sip, bring a yell from my heart, you bitch, u bastard, i hate cooperate politic as much as your laughter.
The day after, it was Eugene and Irene wedding. I really in love with Irene smile. It was a chinese-vegetarian-course fine dinner at Royale Bintang. Fantastic-proper wedding because it was the only alcohol free wedding i ever attended. All the Datuks and Datin from as far as Africa/Brunei/Australia/Taiwan seems like having problem trying to understand why the heck they are given a pair of chopstick to bring home, courtesy from the hotel. hahahahaa.. i crapped abit and told a Taiwanese that, basically it is a basic Malaysian Chinese culture that each guest to a wedding dinner must be compliment with a pair of that, else, it will be a bad omen to their marriage... muahahahahha... yeah .. fouled mouth.. so what...
Despites numerous reminder, my soul never compromise with my intelligence. It ignore competencies. It avoid reality. It causes me to waste a tonne of nuclear energy. Obligated.
After my movie at Cineleissure, the temptations to crave for some bubbly jots begin.
I was actually with the movie, The Waiting.. ( not too sure if i got the title right, because i never remember the movie title except a few that impressed me). I like the way of their intention to make the transparency behind a bar in a form of comedy, which, occasionally happen in reality. The moment it shows women as a source of amusement, satisfaction tool, or/and playstation, it makes me feel my histories worth a sentimental value. I remember the excitement when he was taking his pledge for our relationship and another him that calling me his bitch. You can't be both ;) Your mind was terribly corrupted if u ever think u r right for being at both scenario. That "excitement" makes me reconsider your denial for a prank. You are a relationship-controversy-adiaphorous loser who lock yourself too hard. Being too self-centered will makes you no-where but dead end as in how you labeled yourself.
On the other hand, my little king is different at all time. You are always my little baby that missed most. No matter how far are you, I just feeling glad you remember me whenever you see a donkey. I am still the beach that ready for a ship to sail by or sailing pass.. Your black suits makes me on high heels, your candles makes my wax melt in no second, your hugs keep me enlighten forever. Every single sms from you really keeps me warm no matter how far are you. Because, I know you are more than a man that was In love with for once. Tomorrow is no longer anything.
I am really in dire need of a temporary shag/studio/bed currently. I am again, for another time, so afraid I can take it no more but to return as suicidal as before. the heat of tears and i really abominate those cramps that are so distractive. It causes a non-ordinary chest burn and my life a real stir.
Posted at 12/1/2006 2:53:05 am by
Feyfey
