Life as a working man

procrastination procrastination procrastionation

lets move forward and not to dwell on the past. ahahaha

alhamdulillah just started my job in a company in KL. Hoping to last as long as possible there. i'm just tired. sick and tired of changing jobs. just imagine within 3 weeks i did 3 kinda jobs in 3 seperate companies? being aggressive, yes. but i did lie alot throughout the process ahaha.

i basically have being struck by this idea to blorg this post after my hangout session with a friend. which happens to be 2 years younger. i'm ageing every second. lucky enough my dick is not. ahaha.

we went to the uber best giler babi art gathering, which is the ARTS FOR GRABS. venue: annexe central market of cozzer. it's like the best place to shop for underground artist products such as lefties books, painted tiles to home made mango chutney. haram jadah. as i approached this booth, which has been a favourite of mine, the sell cutesy painted tiles. from whatever design you name it they have it. and i was strong, i was strong to resist the urge to spend soo much i just left the booth, with the same amount of doe in the wallet. truly deserves a pat on my back. later on i proceed to the next hall, which is adjacent, with holes as doors. i saw people selling lots of publications, which is biased towards the lefties ( pembangkah for the dumbos), and i met this men, with arrays of cd's. i was like yeah whatever. he was like "this all are electronic music, highly underground and imported". i didnt give a shit to his promotion. thanks to my wicked mouth, this very words slipped through this thick lips : " do you have anything jazz?". and he recommended a few. and i bought one. my eyes was caught by this cd which has half naked men on the cover. but it was rm40. being thrifty i declined. i decided on the other. it was basically in a plastic like those pirated cd and the cover, and the cd is wrapped in a glossy paper. it was rm20. i cant believe i spent on it. rm2o. for a newly working man in kL, rm 20 means:

• parking for the whole week
• or fuel that sufficient to last for a week

and i just did, splurged on cd? which is unconvincingly cheap looking? what the hell. after meeting up with a friend that wassssssssss late ......... i decided to take my friend to the booth that sell those fancy painted tiles. i'm not sure whether it was a PMS or erection in my boxer, i expressed my thoughts to the booth owner about my guilty spending. rm 20 je. but i am right now as we speak the most thrifty KL-ite. to survive i need to resist from such temptations. and what that lady at the booth said is just highly accurate. can be an idiom or proverbs. word of wisdom i might say:

"do not plan not to spend, as u may find something attractive. always plan to spend, as u will be dissapointed"

WHY DIDN'T I? WHY DIDN'T I?????????????????

in the past i always whind why mama hardly grant my wish to buy expensive clothes. why spending extra ringgit for guilty pleasure will be such a huge guilt???? now as i started working, i got the real idea. thanks mama for opening it up for me. i just found an outlet store near my office. its the outlet store for World of Sports. i just bought a shirt from Salomon, a hiking brand for rm30, after 70% discount. i am the smartest shopper around. you can get Teva, mizuno and columbia fitness haram jadah tah that brand is for huge discount. except on shoes. a stingy of 20% discount at most. fuck them. well at least i know where to get cheap original adidas and nike and ipanema for my sisters. ahahahhahahahaha

after saying goodbye to my 2 years younger friend, i left the jelatek LRT Station and straight to my car. i parked at a nearly demolished flat and it was scary, the scene of empty apartment just not for the faint hearted. i might be sodomise by a stranger. when inside the car, start the engine and tested the rm20 cd. i received the greatest shock of my life. it was, it is still the scariest music i ever heard in my life. the instrumental music is highly suitable for stephen king on his next horror flick, or if you try to scare your hubby everytime he try to lurk out at midnite hours to fuck those hookers. i can assure you. with the dark surrounding of jalan enggang and the horrifying background tunes, i was literally looking left and right, rear mirror and sides. that's how my day was spent. longing to go clubbing, just found a friend who club it, who does it, minus the booze and carcinogen, which is cigarettes my friend. i gonna shake my arse!!! but not forgetting No Black Tie at jalan mesui. toodleloooo!

tomorrow is a working day. FUCK FUCK FUCK

p/s: that ah pek who sold me the cd said the tune was recorded in a church in german, the acoustic is out of this world. fuck him!