Friday, March 31, 2006
blurted.
a burned out wallet was behind my inspiration for being a part of labour force. on 2 nights. i really neccesitate those bills as to entrust myself with a fat wallet. bt pays on the end only next week. eddie was present & its been a while since our last pop upon. my last step there was havin him on leave. his super 4, his antics & moreover which lightens the dark gloomy nights. that wasnt the main fulcrum of the point. to sumarise my state of mind is a word called worried. i stumble on an anxious incident. while sticking to the task i had, my pocket vibrates. theoryticly pockets don buzz & it hav to b its contents. my hp. wasnt in able-bodied way to ans due to the hectic conditions. let it pass by. more & more kept incoming. on a free note, hours later. i glance on the screen. had numerous up till 7 bt miss calls from kid salleh adib make an ill-at-ease persona to develop. adib texted me where i am. this at wee period of the night? sudden? & out of the blue moon. upon realisation i dont frequent bein summoned upon by them. erk my mind wonders far. & i felt a tingling concerned for ila. the fact im marrooned at ryder doesnt unburden my tense. them being her close-bonding mates, i feared the calls for an emergency of her. felt a dreadful sense. it being late at night, urgent matters i assumed. i was worried stiff while not bein able to reply due to insufficient funds. the whole night concentration was amiss ,was uptight & perturbed. was even fearful for the possibility of a worst case scenario. so i hit back adib on company's phone. finally my anxiousness was put to the grave. was relieved that none of the calls were related on that account. get them back first thing in the morning. phew. signs of absolve as it was dian mischieviosly who called me w kid's cellphone. hahaha. the reminisce of it made me guffaw. how i overact & naive i am. nonsensical i am. all boils down to concern. hoping tragedies will never struck her or any of my peers. do tkcr .have riding theory practice session for my evaluation at 1pm. faizal was punctual bt the company of me & sara was on our usual. meet her at the lobby to proceed. completed it on a high tech touch screen monitor.i pass booklet A attaining 90%. woooo. bt its only a practice. they say pratice makes perfect. home was next. rest was coming.
by passing networking fundimentals was tedious. gettin over it is far-fetch. not goin to gravel what i bury beyond the grave, i shall put in aside till my final release of result. riding theory lesson at 345pm. it almost slipped the mind for faizal. sara & me was again on the 11th hour. & again sara hav to resort to flaging down a cab. a trip there hav always ended her that way. haha. i took a detour to apis residence to pay a visit . hav a teet-a-teet & take back whats mine. hahah. was on heavy downpour bt a walkthrough seems the only way out. raindrops keep falling on my head this days. so that derailed me from puntuality. faizal make up his own timing. awoken at 330pm on a occasion which i call him. on his note, class only commence at 545pm. its rather dicommodious to be late. to act like a fool . on fortunate circumstances sara was w me. haha. so it was dutifully share upon. bump into apai who was in same classroom too. home wasnt on my mind, havin the vacant lot & a replacement for my night duties, i wander to hav a ramlee burger w faizal before we had busride to town. thereafter we convene w choc & yaya. to stuff a pleasurable meal on his treat. grattitude for his deeds. home again wasnt sighted after escorted yaya home despite it being adjacent, the trio of us took a cab to faizal apartment. with winning 11 fifa streets & nights togather on disillusioned. the 3 of us share an uncompromising twist of fate which were pleasefully share. tears & fears? the night was boisterous to never end was indeed on constraints.
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