When They Need a Helping a Hand…

… and it’s too freakin’ hard for ya to extend it. This is pure random shit that popped up in my head, a’ite? Say you’re a nice person in nature and you have loads of friends and you belong in a network that looks towards each other for strength and support and blablabla… So one day, your friend pops up in your MSN list and tells you his/her sob story and somehow, you can’t connect with them. You know… You just don’t feel what they feel. Basically, you find that you can’t bring yourself to actually give a shit about them, somehow. Even after all these years, knowing them, you can’t lend them a helping hand and a shoulder to cry on. It’s not because you’re busy or shit like that, but it’s as lame as hell when you find yourself not being able to give a shit. Really strange, eh? Perhaps it’s the way that you’ve been exposed to the world lately, seeing the harsh realities behind it and realizing it. However, everyone knows that it doesn’t have to be YOUR reality. You can shape your own world and there’s nothing that can stop you, ya? Oh man, it’s getting more and more random than ever. Moving on… BRRH!

Burfdays

Shit man… 2 birthday celebrations in less than a week. Well, birthday wishes to Shazwan Mustapha Kamal and Saad “Naama” Masood Khan! Both Pakistanis, mind you. Shazwan’s birthday party was held in his uncle’s place in Cheras. We wanted to surprise him there but some of us got late, like me, Taqi, Manil, Upashima and one more chick that was with Manil. I can’t bloody remember. Anyways, the night was filled with the usual wackiness that only the Indahvilla gang is capable of and also the rather harsh humour from Kundy’s Paradise. We (me, Taqi, Shakir, Rikaz, Rushdi and Piumi) basically chipped in the buy a huge card which had several characters in it and we chose the one that looks like us the most. Taqi chose some middle-aged balding man and Rushdi chose an afro dude, of course. I managed to find a yellow guy in the card with spiky hair and the rest found their respective characters. Shakir had been given the darkest character on the card. Heh heh heh…We wrote some rather nasty stuff in there like…

“No one likes you”

“You suck”

“You tell lame jokes”

“Naama naama naama naama naama”

Woops, the last one meant ostrich in urdu… Anyways… there were some idiotic moments during the party and all but in the end; Shazwan’s folks brought us all back to Sunway. Yay~

Next up was Saad’s birthday. All right, long story short… We got him a pair of futsal shoes so he would stop taking ours when we went out to play and also an ostrich puppet since he had a weird fascination with ostriches these days and referred to everything as “naama”. Odd, indeed. Anyways, by birthday traditions, we chucked him into the pool, used rope and masking tape to tie him to a nearby lamp post and poured vinegar, olive oil and condensed milk all over him. To top that off, we strapped a bra onto him and we took pictures of the whole crime scene. Loads of it. I will post that pathan’s humiliation soon enough, trust me. Heh heh heh…

Anyways, on a darker note, my computer got hit by a virus… That uh, MSN virus where they send you pictures… So… I will be offline for a good few weeks until I get back to Ipoh OR get around to format my PC. Anything you wanna tell me that’s not important enough to be sent via SMS can be sent to the shoutbox by the side ‘ere. I will get back to you via SMS or here A.S.A.P. Sorry lads.

Peace out y’all.