Weekend,Illustrated

This entry should be posted a week back.

Sunday is all about lazy and “berat bontot“, as in there’s a heavy reluctance in doing any activities. And this version of Sunday is no better. With the nasty sun flaring outside, it’s best to just go on naked and let your body be pampered with the subtle breeze coming from the squeaky old fan.

There’s a friend came staying for a couple of days. He’s just passed his initial test, nak masuk askar. This friend of mine, he’s the ‘illustrious’ type. There’s not a single day without a laughter if he’s around. And, without wasting any second on the clock, he bombarded me with a gattling gun of funny stories and anecdotes of everything around his life during the 2 weeks test period.

He deserved all lots of credits, for not just his stories, but for my meals too, given that he’s in the ‘philantrophist’ mode. That is somewhat weird. Later on, all doubts brushed off when he told me he’d reach an agreement with somebody who knock him off his motorcycle in an accidents, with a lawyer’s aid.

Saturday, we went to meet up with a friend, who operates one SportsPlanet outlet here. We talked about various things, from how our life circulation to the women we layed our eyes upon. As it turned out, there’s a tournament held there. Of somebody from something something. Men and women played their share of futsal, with the latter provided illustrious scenes to enjoy.

Sometime later, my eyes were glued to the presence of a kind who are in the limelight during the days of late;Pengkids. The way these boyish girls played like men,seriously. Nice control, pin point pass and have poacher’s instinct.I could not help but keep on watching, with the inside of my thinking mechanism kept on generating various imageries. Of how their life would be, day in day out. Of the jeers and nasty eyes dropped upon them from people, and all (minus the steamy possibilites).

But then, all that poofed off in a flash, when I realised that I’m no better if to judge them. That is the path chosen (might as well be ‘lost’). Taunts and jeers will do no good. “Hate the sin, love the sinner”…a respected figure,my batchmate once said. Treating them with hate buttered all over just gonna drive them further strayed.

Advice? Intentions alone is not enough. I am no smooth talker Rambo with advice-giving ammo wrapped around my body. Praying inside for those pengkids having the chance of seeing light at the end of this filthy tunnel of life, I walked away to treat me a cigg.

My plan of learning bits and pieces of web authoring and design came into a halt. I had a handful of worthy reference, and a few softwares to boot. But there’s no workstations available right now, since the PC of which i wasted a lot of my time with, were taken away.

I hate the fact that I have to parasite other’s PC, but I hated being laggy of the ever-expanding internet sphere even more. There’s always these uneasy feelings and heart-talk. The “would they (the PC owners) feel disgusted of me?” kind of feelings. I let it slip for the good.

I will have to face the cruelty of reality: no more free-flowing web surfing anytime I want. I’m gonna cry. Picture myself sitting at the corner, dark thick gloom wrapped around me like those manga drawings.

Godspeed