Raining...

Went back to the hotel room after a long day in the office… while stuffing myself silly with KFC, Mind went wild as I start to recall what happened and take places today…

The Ang mo “Engine-near” giving me the morning briefs about his “Factory’s standard” of how to get things done around… When we play by a whole set of different rules because this is “silly pore”

Guess he “forget” the sun rose from the east in this part of the world…

Got arrowed to sent 2 cars back to 2 owners (just because "managment" legs starts to get weak when customers just mention that he or she will complaint to the boss) and got some “friendly advice cum greeting” even when I have gone very out of the way to help them with their car problems.

Guess it really doesn't pays good to be nice...



And on the way... I saw this twin exhaust pipe Toyota Corolla... But if I am right... Since when this car in sillypore has twin exhaust? Funny...



Haiz... and on the 2nd trip... *sign* we have this car with the exhaust in the center of the bumper... ( Really wonder what's next?)

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“The management” is looking for some1 to blame again! (This fault finding sh1t is really getting too offen nowadays anyway this time is about some stupid customer who is unhappy about us when he is the funny guy who have ordered the wrong parts for his car without checking can the part be fixed in his car?) How stupid can it be? I cannot believe that I has made to take the blame when…

1st, I was not the 1 who had sold the car.

2nd, I was not the 1 who shown the customer to the parts department and put up the order form.

3rd, I was not the 1 dealing and feeding the customer with all the wrong information. But some how I am the 1 at fault.

Hello? Is there something I should know, but I don’t?

Sh1tty…

Shower after I have done with the KFC… I found myself sitting in the bath tub for god knows how long and suddenly my cell phone rings and it was my old man calling telling me that they will be coming home from their holiday tomorrow…

Great… At last I can go back to home sweet home (this hotel stay is burning a big hole in the pocket and I and real glad that papa and mama is coming home.)

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Went out spinning cause the silent in the room is killing me… found myself once again at the same water catchments area where I used to visit with C.

What the F… Why am I keep coming back to this place which only bring back sad memory and grief? ( Really starts to wonder do I really enjoy making myself unhappy laden with all this sh1t)

Why can’t I get got over and done with the memory of C? Or is there some true in a saying “Go back to the place where you had lost something, to find what you have lost?”

Aggrrr… What the hell is wrong with me man?

F…Guess I am really causing many forms of unhappiness for myself…