Alright readers!! New post!

It’s been about 8 months from my internship. In about two weeks more, I’m going back to my old routine, the hell of UTP in Tronoh desert. How do I feel? Did I complete all the expectations? Did I do well for this internship? I still didn’t have the answers for all these questions, yet, and I’m wondering whether I’ll have the answers or not. As a perfectionist, I never satisfied with whatever I’ve done. I will always look for holes or loops of mistakes and wrongs, and try to learn something from it, whether from the views of mentality, life morals, or simply the correct ways of doing it.

That’s not what I want to talk about actually. As we (the trainees) are going off in about 2 more weeks, we had the new trainees coming in last 2 weeks. A malay girl, a chinese and indian boy. One things that differs between them and us (the previous trainees), they asked a lot of questions. Now, is it good, or is it bad? Does that shows they are sissy, or they are just insecure?

Some of the people here cannot take it when someone “bother” them so much with questions. Well that applies for me too. Yes I’m hasty, I can’t stand someone asking so much things but do nothing in completing it. The first thing that I learnt here in IBM is R.T.F.M (Read The Fucking Manual) principle. Please find something and read for yourself before asking any questions please!

But yeah, this RTFM thingy took something else. You will not have a clear communication sometimes! That’s what happened to a lot of IBMer here. Miscommunication always happened. So, in order to gain something (in this case, the technical knowledge), you need to sacrifice your efficiency in communication. *sigh* (Yes this is true. I’ve been a lot quieter than I use to)

Conclusion readers? Is it sissy or insecure? For me, its insecure. “Mankind always feared what it doesn’t understand”. And for people to prove their existence, some of them learn it by spoonfed. They need to be spoonfed, all the time. Some of them (this is where I likely to be categorized) learn by themselves. Observation, reading, etc2. But always people says that reading is for geek. And unfortunately, its true to quite some extent.

Don’t be sissy. Be insecure a lil bit, but don’t annoy people.

(*sigh* Its hard to please everybody in the world)

P/s : This is a short, base posts. No details included. No mood to write longer in the office. Oh yeah, my internet connection has been suspended at home because I don’t pay for the service yet!! muahaha!! sangap dok umah skang. demmit.

Promiscuous? When I read Unta’s blog, I’ve been attracted to the background music. He put Nelly Furtado feat Timbaland’s song – Promiscuous. Sounds catchy, so I downloaded myself and put it in my “Today Playlist”. 3 songs in it – Promiscuous, Million Miles, King Nothing. As usual, I wondered what is the meaning of “Promiscuous”. Here goes:

pro.mis.cu.ous (pr-msky-s)
adj.

1. Having casual sexual relations frequently with different partners; indiscriminate in the choice of sexual partners.
2. Lacking standards of selection; indiscriminate.
3. Casual; random.
4. Consisting of diverse, unrelated parts or individuals; confused: “Throngs promiscuous strew the level green” (Alexander Pope).

Nice and related!!. And I think I’m a promiscuous boy, with promiscuous people around me. Well my phobia to have a commitment give ways to the lifestyle I had for now. Casual relationship with anybody. But not really..sexual. hehe. (anybody dare enough to give me the trial to have real promiscous girl? )

Not everybody get the idea of being promiscuous, and not everybody agree with this matter. But hey, its fun! At least, you can have fun without any commitment, or any “lovely-but-sissy” emotions. No sweat, not complicated, no fights, nothing. No victim, nobody’s hurt.

Well I’m sick with some people who can’t get over something; which happened around me lately. Its promiscuous stories ladies and gentlemen. Lemme tell some stories, but I won’t be revealing the name. If the real person(s) happened to read about this, take the lessons and move on!!

(This writing doesn’t mean to offend anybody. Just a blurt out from my mind and heart. Sorry if it do offend anybody, in any way)

Quoting from Enoll : Life isn’t ALL about LOVE.

Case 1 :

The boy, Mr C, just break up with her girl, Miss D. Real reason that I saw; Miss D can’t stand the long distance relationship, and somehow, there’s another person, Mr X, that can give the attentions she need (duhh.. girls. Easily hook up). So D got together with X, and C, somehow, pissed off. They have this cold war like, forever and eternally neverending battle.

Both C and D is my friends, so what I’ve done is trying to get both of them to be in good terms. My advise to C, go for promiscuous type of relationship. Losing one love is nothing; the best part is to learn from it. But yeah, some men got some egoistic emotion. So I withdraw; and let it be.

Miss D? haha. She already got herself Mr X, so what’s my rights to stop them? Also.. let it be.

(Am I a bad friend? Whatever..)

Case 2 :

The boy, Mr W, has this girl, Miss L, and just broke up with the previous girl, Miss Y. However, he is in a good term with somebody else, Miss U. However, Miss Y got really pissed off when she discover about this. So she tell Miss U off. Miss U, apart from the good term, got fall for Mr W. So she got a heart break about this. lol!

Again all these people was around me. I maybe didn’t get the drift or the story straight enough, but I do feel pity for Miss U. However, what I thought was; “Its a fault to involve feeling into something promiscuous”. So, all the people involved make a mistake.

Case 3 :

Haha okay this case happened to me. I had some promiscuous relationship with somebody, lets called it Miss H. When I play this game, I don’t put any feeling/emotion. Its just a casual relationship. However, Miss H decided to see someone else, and got an intention to go for him. So she asked something like this to me:

H : Hey lets say if I’m seeing someone, how would it be.. I mean.. our relationship?
Me : Hahaha.. I don’t mind, we will still be the same.
H : So the casual thingy? End like that huh?
Me : I’ve said that we don’t need to put any commitment before, right?
H : So you want to continue or not?
Me : Basically you and me are friends. If you want to continue the “promiscuous” thingy, I don’t mind at all. Just be sure that I won’t get trashed with your “someone”.
H : Hehe..ok..

See? How easy it is when you don’t involve any feeling. Got to still be friends, and yet got to have some fun too. And it does NOT compromised your health at all. lol!

Have fun readers. Be promiscuous. =)

As I browse aimlessly in this virtual world this evening, my audio player played “Slipknot – Vermillion”, when I heared the word unrequited. Upon hearing the word, I thought, “What is the real meaning of unrequited?” and so there it is, the answer from online dictionary.

As a reflective action to that meaning, I was smiling, thinking about what happened in the morning just now. Somebody was calling me, an unknown number. I answered, but there was no reply from the other side. So I just hang up. The same number misscalled me right after that.

As I was reaching for my handphone, my knees stumbled upon the edge of the chair. I had a bruise in the knee, a scratch, got it from last night futsal. It hurts, and intuitively bend my knees , when suddenly I bumped my ass off the edge of the sofa. OMG Double KILL!!

(My current house has little space, and dining chair is really near with the sofa. Demmit saket bontot aku. Terasa mcm Kakasyi buat “Thousand Years of Pain” kat Naruto. Demmit2..)

Enraged, I was cursing that damn caller. Usually, the people who likes to call and say nothing, and then miscall so many times, is just a desperate-loser-trying-to-get-a-pussy-to-fuck. So, as I am a-man-with-a-fucking-dick, this was some SMSes between us:

Pukimak anjeng ko. Pk no pelacur ker nak misscal2. Gampang anak haram. Sori, sini batang straight je ade. Lancao nak main2 misscall..

5 minutes later, a reply with a misscalled.

Bgsnye budi bhsa awk ye. sy wanita. tq cuz awk maki hamun sy.

My reply : Terima kasih gak kerana telah berjaya buat saya saket bontot psl berebut2 nk amek hp, but it ended up as a misscal.

Her reply : Nampak sangat awk bkn dr golongan org2 baik. kalau baik mst tak maki hamun org mcm tuh kan..

My DOUBLE ENRAGED reply : So? Yes I am a fucking bad creature. Who are you to mess up my life??

-the end : no more sms-

Now how’s that for an example of, unrequited love? lol.

Btw, I think I’ve had my hell week for this semester. This week was really suck, tiring, and fucked up. From Monday to Friday, the requester has been chasing me about each and every second, for the WAS sizing (hell it supposed to be one way communication, I give you the sizing result, you get lost from my life. Why you come back to me and doubting the result? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO GAVE ME THE PARAMETER FOR GOD SAKE!). I’ve passed the request to my SV for her to settle it up. However, it cost me her trust to me. Now all my work must be reviewed by her again. Goddamnit. Thanks to Eng Lieh the fucking requester, now I’m back to square one, where all the request I do, need to be reviewed.

Above that all, because of the tiring endless work, I’ve missed many World Cup matches. I break for this time. This week really burnt me up. NOW I’M A BURNT-UP TRAINEE!!

Btw, I still enjoyed my life. Last night, had a futsal game with my fellow jan03 buddies, mostly UTP’s engineering student (itisjan03 man : Me, Enoll, Gomok, Sean, Kuzek, Pali. En A as usual came up late. 7/24, about 1/4 of the itisjan03 man population.). Had a nice game, I played a little longer than the last time I played with Snub (haha..tahan tak isap rokok byk2. Sblm men aku isap 2 batang je utk ari tuh. 1 lepas lunch, 1 lepas dinner) Had fun, had some scratches. Got to see Italy vs USA. 3 red card. The game was dirtier than me.

Complete week huh? Weekdays filled with tense of work, and weekends filled with boredom and little fun. Ah btw, when I went to my car this evening to paste the new road tax sticker, I noticed someone had scratch my car with something sharp, probably a key, from front to back. (Fuck!! FUCK!!! pukimak lancao haram!!!)

That’s it. My curse-hell-week-filled-with-tense-and-fucking-event. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.