Bad Friend : Example 1

Well, i'm in London as many of you would've known.

I am honestly having a lot of fun but really, I feel like a bad friend right now.

You know, it's not fair. I mean, I know nobody's perfect but whenever I say "I'll be there for you" I never knew I WOULDN'T be there for them.

I've done this more than once to some people in my life.

It's like when you're having so much fun you forget. And damn, I feel bad. I don't know about you, but I do.

I mean, they were there for me when I was in shit hole to bring me back to happiness and safe zone. They were there to make me feel that life ain't that shitty. They were there man!!!

I mean to me, even if I were a shitty friend, the least I could do was wish them happy birthday. And even that, I still sucked.

Sure, there are definitely WORST friends than me I am not denying that but hey! I still suck.

It sucks that we forget when people remember. It really feels shitty when I become the shithead in the friendship. Ergh. Some people may not find this important but to me, birthdays are the LEAST one should celebrate of a friend.

IT'S THE DAY THEY WERE BORN DAMN IT!

Okay so to my gluebud and commodity:

HAPPY BELATED 22ND BIRTHDAY!

I am so sorry for the late wish I had no internet connection all week and this is me staying over Jeremy's so, yeah, still not a good excuse but I tried.

Hope you had a good one!!!

xoxo

Random

What do you do when something addictive comes back to haunt you?

What do you do when you're content with everything and then suddenly some circumstance just comes and thinks it's okay to turn you into chaos just because that circumstance knows it can?

What the fuck man.

It's too little too late.



Burn!

The Delayed Verdict

I've been thoroughly absent I know.

Long story short I'm in London. Been here for a week now and will be back home in 3 weeks.

Anyways, this post isn't about London. This post is about my promised verdict and well, I've reached my conclusion.

First of all, the Dataran Merdeka celebration itself was not something to shout about.

It was nicely decorated but too disorganized. It seemed like the Merdeka celebration was more of a Barisan Nasional propaganda shindig really. There was no fireworks at the stroke of midnight and plenty of ass groping to go around.

Be that as it may, it was all part of the experience.

And at that point, despite singing the national anthem with all my heart, I wasn't that proud to be a Malaysian.

But as the week followed I decided to get tickets to the Malaysian International Tattoo show organized by the Ministry of Defense in collaboration with the Ministry of Tourism.

Not knowing what to expect I was blown away.

Malaysians are known to never be on time with anything. They never stick to the program.

But this show started at precisely at 2030 hours and damn! despite the rain the show went on and it went on beautifully. They knew where to go and what to do and though it was drizzling somehow the bomoh hujan (or perhaps God was being kind) made it stop! although it seemed like a propaganda to join the military but hey! it looked so cool I actually thought about joining the military! surprise surprise! hehe.

Anyways, the best part would have to be the fact that even the Agong wasn't late.

So when the national anthem came out I sang, and this time, I was truly proud to be Malaysian. To top it all off they sang One Golden Celebration at the end of the show with a spectacular fireworks display to finish.

Bravo!

Despite Malaysia being run by one party for so many years, I still think they've helped us. Sure there seems to be plenty of political scandals here and there but name me a country that doesn't have one?

It's too bad that only a few thousand people could witness the spectacularness of the International Tattoo show because I am sure as hell it would have made many other Malaysians proud.

Why didn't the government think of that? I will never know.

Perhaps we should all function like the military? Or perhaps we should let the guys who came up with the concept of this event run all government organized events?

It's not fair to say Malaysia is crap because everywhere is crap, if you tell yourself it is.

Alas, I reflected, compared and contrasted and well, there's no place like home and I am indeed truly proud to be Malaysian.

The End