Find an ending reason

What do you do when you know that your life is really not that great? I have no drive to do anything and people still read my blog trying to find an ending or a reason for my writings. I don’t really have a reason or an objective or anything to really focus on. I just write. People read. I never really cared who or why. I never thought that anyone would take any interest in reading an open diary of random thoughts of a person like me. In real life people don’t take any interest in me. Don’t even talk to me much or care to ask how I am. Yet, they would rather spend time reading my blog and not talk to me. I never knew why.

Is my writing that different to who I really am that people would rather read than talk to me?

I never understood people, and at times I really wished I never made this blog, but I had my reasons. Now, I have no reason to keep writing. I don’t benefit from writing on here or present anything interesting to the world that someone else out there hasn’t done. It’s better to just have a private diary and just write on it from now on.

I don’t know what to do anymore, but I know that maintaining a daily blog has become pointless.

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What’s wrong with playing internet?

Plot 1

Mom just smacked me and said,

“Get off the computer! Look at your red eyes. It it bulging out like a frog!”

My sister said,

“You are not even winning! So stop playing frog eyes!! mauahahaha”

Arghhh!!


Plot 2

A long journey in a non-airconditioned car is simply tortuous. On A recent trip from JB to Malacca, my car’s air-con unit began playing up by blowing lukewarm barely one hour into the journey. Five minutes later, a loud screech could be heard above the sound of “Road to Hell”.

I switched the air-con unit off and turned the music down. I have a choice, I can either tolerate the heat, quietly, or I can return to JB and leave for Malacca another day after everything is in working order again. The desire to get to Malacca was so huge that I agreed to put up with a two-hour drive on what just had to be one of the hottest days of the year.

I, on the other hand, was feeling extremely disgruntled. Less than a week before, I’d had my car serviced and had paid a Rm900 for a new air-con compressor with a others service charges. As I drove along with the windows down, I became hotter and hotter, and I felt I had to vent my spleen.

So I phoned my mechanic.

“My air-con isn’t working,” I said.

“Uh!” came back his response.

“Do you realise how hot it is today?”

“Bring your car in and I will have a look at it.”

“I can’t do that. I’m on way to Malacca. Do you realise how many miles without air-con that is?”

“Er, I don’t ?”

“Goodbye.”

Halfway into my journey, I pulled into a RNR Pagoh. Traffic in the parking lot was bumper to bumper, and the fumes coming through my open window had almost reached asphyxiation level. I parked my car illegally. When your clothes are sticking to your body and your lungs are filled with carbon monoxide fumes, the last thing you want to do is follow the rules. You want a cold drink in a cold environment.

I entered a KFC restaurants . Big mistake, It was packed to the seams with hungry travellers and staffed by people who did everything at an excruciatingly slow pace. And they called it fast food. Mind you, some of the slowness could be put down to those indecisive customers who only start thinking about what they want to eat when they’re asked. It never occurs to them that standing in line presents a good opportunity to study the menu.

Asserting the rights of seniority, I claimed the only available chair in the restaurant. I stood there and calmly ate their ayam goreng.

One hours later, when I arrived in Malacca, I stumbled out of my car with a painful sunburn down one side of my upper torso and a small box of KFC in my hands. I would have to make the return journey to JB under similar conditions, but I didn’t want to think about it just then. I had other things on my mind. Like, should I have the cold air sirap limau first...muahahahaaa

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Stop google the Bottle

I got all of our errands completed this weekend. I love the feeling of accomplishment. So I love the tracking software I use on this blog. It shows me how people found the site whether it was by an internet search, a blog, an email, etc.

Today as I was perusing the hits, I noticed that someone found me by typing the following phrase in Google:

"sexy ass by bottle and free trails"

Well I'm doubtful they meant "trails" and pretty sure they were looking for free "trials", but I admit to giggling out loud when I read that.

So how in the world did that phrase get them to My blog?...thanks to a bottle, thankyou very much!!... ;-)

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Terenganu sushi appetizers

I've been trying to sit down and write a blog for a few days now, but between the holiday traveling schedule and playing catch up at work, I just haven't had the time!!

So after EIGHT hours in the car on Wednesday, I finally arrived in Terengganu at 6.00 pm for my company meeting. Traffic was a bitch and it was raining almost the entire time.

In Trengganu, I had a good time, my girlfriends, fiza and nani was helped me to load the truck with my working paper ;-) and drop them off at my hotel room at Grand Continental Hotel. We then went out for a few drinks and some Terenganu sushi appetizers ( Keropok Lekor... hihihi). So after Sushi Rock appetizers, we went to Dinner...wahhh... was sweety! It was different not being at my hometowns (more spice) but it was nice to create some new memories and after I looked at my watch and realized we had been "food shoppings", for 6 hours straight, I rallied the troops and we went home to my hotels room for sleeping therapy session ....!!!!.

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