young

Attended F.I.R concert yesterday. Obviously i went because i got free ticket and free transportation. I cant even hum out a single song from the band.

so ya, unsurprisingly, my friend and i only recognized about 3 songs that sang by them, and we spend most time looking at a fan that is wearing working attired which got so passionate about the concert that he non-stop waving his fist on the air.

Maybe we would be more excited if we got better sitting or standing instead of stay seated, but ya, we were pretty much sitting there,watching the whole place go havoc. Nevertheless, we were happy, because we did something different. At the end of the day, we come out with a quote that fits our feeling rather well.

i did something young, just to realize i'm not exactly that young.

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being the single soul living in this big house again for the past whole week, and will continue do so for another week. Be it an excuse or not, i've been spending less than 8 hours a day in the house for the past 4 days, and that already included my 6 hours sleeping time. Inevitably, i have not had a proper meal for whole week already.

its nothing big for most of the KL people as most people are not as lucky as me who got hot dinner when i got home every night. But for people like me who has been so indulge in the luxurious of having mum at home, it is definitely something abnormal and it does brought some thought into my mind regarding family.

nevertheless, i lived well alone. After all, i do have all the skills to survive in this city alone. and i do enjoy something i dont do when i'm not alone in the house. Drinking party in my house on weekday is definitely something nostalgic to me, n i got to do it last week.

today had a long working day, got home about 12am. Get into the house, throw in all the working bags on the floor, head off to the room. Then like i turn on auto-mode, i took off my formal attire, and turn on my CD player to the Norah Jones CD (that i am a little bit bored of but i am too lasy to change the CD).Then subconsciouly, i walked to my mini-bar, poured out Bicardi Apple, added ice and sprite into the fat glass cup. I sat on my favourite inclined chairs, sipping the alcohol, close my eye and enjoy the moment of the sweet taste alcohol warming up my chest.

relax-nya, that's what is in my mind now......

Letters

thanks to the two notorious second-cousin of mine that are currently habitat-ing my former room, my mum poured out all my letters from the all-in-messed drawer into a plastic bag and asked me to throw it all away.

i argued with her that this is my memory, then she asked me when was the last time i looked into all this so call memory. I couldnt answer. 5 years ago? 8 years? As a matter of fact i am just assuring myself that my memory is lying there, but i never bother looking or preserving it in the right way. so i just told her to leave the bag of letter there and i will take care of it.

pouring out all the letter onto the floor, i am quite amazed with the amount of letters i have. But i am quite sure the amount of letters are not complete. Some been slightly torned, some have shown yellow spots on the written paper. There's greeting cards, letter written to myself, but most of all are letters written by my pen-pal as well as acquantance that i got to know in those 4 dyas 3 night camp that i was quite actively involved with at one point.

Reading pen-pal letters turn out to be quite a emotional driven task. I am so surprised that i have at least 7 pen-pals when i was in secondary school and among all of them, i can only vaguely remember 2. Reason being this 2 person is because they are my first 2 pen-pal, therefore i have replied them the highest amount of time. And the rest of the pen-pals i actually have no memory of reading their letter. So i am guessing that i was the one did not reply the letter and causing all these sad ending of the very first version of virtual-friendship.

Upon finished reading i have quite strong urge to tear up some paper and start writing letter back to all of them, telling them sorry for the waiting, the longest was in fact 10 years already. But in reality i do know quite well the chances of getting them back into contact is quite unlikely. Oh well, let's just see which 1 fine day i will actually reply, somehting i am perceiving it as a silly thing to do so.

something interesting was found among those letter as well. For example, at the age of 14, i actually wrote down something like this "I will help Malaysia to become a developed country. Please do not say that i cant do it, it's just the matter of i want to do it or not" Never knew that my patrotism started at such a young age.

then i also saw a letter written by the happening dr. She wrote something about i must inform her a year in advance if i ever get married with JL in NZ so that she will have the money to fly down to NZ and attend the wedding. I really had a good laugh after reading it....dear Dr, allow me to do something i've not done for very long.....

i'm speechless (showing 3 fingers to you)

---damn,i can so imagine the facial expression of the happening Doc and the not so happening JL doing this to me.