Friday, July 20, 2007

...clock ticks life away....

hmmm

the weeks just about done.

lets see now, it began with me goin to work on a sat (which is a day off)

sunday was tiresome as usual. sundays are the worst cuz its all bout the reports. sunday also saw me stayin back to try n finish all that was pilin up. no success there.

monday was. there was a little incident in the smokin room. u see, i went there for a smoke. and as usual i was mindin my own business. anyways there was a company mate already there. i grunted to acknowledge her presence. a few seconds later i was asked the question of death. this a question that has no safe answer, none what so ever. and there is no man alive on the planet who can prove me wrong. all the others have died tryin to answer the question.
shes asks me "do i look fat?"
my mind was racing, talk bout the devil n the deep blue. those few agonising seconds were eternity. heard somebody walkin to the smokin room .{saved i am} i thought. it was another female. then female no. 1 turns to her and says "he said im fat" and they both look at me with that look. any guy who has been in a situation like this knows what the look is. no explanations needed here. and all the while i didnt even say a thing. i quickly put out my cigarette and ran. yes yes i am a coward. well id rather be a coward alive than a brave one dead.

sometime later im at the smokin room again. and shes there, again. this time shes talkin to one of the guys from debs. theyre talkin bout height. so he asks me how tall i am and i answer. he then leaves me alone with her. and shes talkin all the time. i havent said a word to her yet. two guys from another brand enter and she says to them "he's makin fun of me cuz im short". i didnt say a thing. woe is me and better still why me?

later that evening went to one of my favs places in q8, and believe u me q8 does not have much to offer. al jarir bookstore. they have it all there. and then the bday wishes started comin in. makin me realise it was gettin late and i had to work next day.

heppy budday me. prove it! is it?
im late to work. well early cuz im in before 8 but late by my standards. i always head to the printer first then to my seat. and then they start in automated sequentiality. i stood there. didnt kno what to say or do. then zam goes" awwww, he's embarrased!!" {and i was} "c'mon say thank you".
and i thanked each and everyone. if i was paid a dinar for every thank you that day......
a few moments later, zam calls us the cbu into the sample room. i thought she was goin to officially announce sb's resignation. she did and then they handed me stuff. cool stuff. the best thing i got were socks. yes yes, sounds strange but a man cant enuff underwear and socks. wow. really. i really never expected any of this. now this was a surprise. a real surprise. and once again i had nothin to say. i just didnt kno what to say. u see, i more used to givin than receivin, and if that happens i dont how to react. then my dear crew did something really nice and weird. they got me lunch. socks n stuff n food. what more cud a guy ask for? well a lot, but this was nice. nice. i work with a strange crew. no question. and its all our individual electro-eccentricities that create the somewhat twisted dynamic that only our crew has in the entire company. thank God for that. the company wudnt be able to handle more than one bunch of nutters.

i just wondered why mom didnt call. ahhh, but she did. she waited until it was a certain time. u see, she called at the hour i was born. that rocked totally. we spoke a long time. she finally asks "how do u want me to pack ur cds?" lol. mom n me usually have one way of talkin and that is - grrr, snarl, snap, grrr. but shes my mom and thats how we talk. lol. hmm, im willin to bet if she knew somebody was comin to q8 just before the day she wud have baked a cake. yeah u have to taste her choco cake.

thank you all for the calls, txts, emails. really, i didnt kno i had so many friends who remembered the day the of the damned. my heppy budday.

the day ended with alcohol runnin thru my veins. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. nice.

there are bits n pieces i cant cant recall right now that made the day slightly off-centered.

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."

Thursday, July 12, 2007

whatsinaname?

when we are born our parents deem it necessary to label us, so as not be confused with the cd player or family car.

we grow up learnin to respond to that label/handle. our mark of identity. we tend to remain unique. until we get to school, only to find that our label/handle/moniker might not be unique after all. (i was lucky, i suppose, all thru school and college nobody shared my name. so i guess that made me unique!!) then things begin to get a little bit nasty. when kids add to ur existing label/handle/moniker/sign-in. unfortunately its hardly anything nice. who wud want to go thru his/her school life known as jabba the hutt or a demonised plaything from the nether regions.whats scary is if one starts to believe in the new label/handle/moniker/sign-in/tag. whats worse is if one day u suddenly realise the kids called u jabba the hutt, cuz u resembled a giant slug.

high school brings with it its own set of traumatic endorsements. so now jabba the hutt cant even get a date cuz the guys/girls think of consequence. now really, wud u want jabbas tongue in ur mouth???!!!

well finally one day u get a job. and eventually turn into a zombie. but by this time it doesnt matter what anybody calls u cuz ur brain dead anyways. then u decide to marry.(hey jabba didnt just magically appear, he had parents too, u kno) ur husband/wife calls u darlin and honey and sweets and..... 11 years, 2 kids, another mortgage, a mistress/secret lover, 3rd car later - begins to call u by ur real label/handle/moniker/sign-in/tag/title which is.....(wrong) ur now jabba for life. even ur kids call u jabba. the neighbors dog with the doggie urinary infection pees on u. even the old lady down the street spits on u cuz she thinks ur hell's reject.

so whats in a name? ur identity. u.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

fishing upon a star....

i.r.a. is back!!

still crazy as ever. he missed being blown to smithereens. and all he did was go out for a ciggie!

i work with a strange bunch of people. the crew has incorporated a new member. dangerous even she is. she is known as taps aka tappu aka ila aka...... it goes on. sometimes names are changed to protect the innocent, sometime names are changed becoz interpols after you. take ur pick. last week taps got a lil fish in a bowl. happy she was. she went home and put the bowl on the piano. next mornin, flipper is dead. fishy heaven. flipper obviously thought it was a bird and jumped out the bowl. my guess is when it hit the ground, it realised that it wasnt.

which brings me to my other fish tale. SP has a fish that would swim around lazily. well, early this week, she spent a few days at a friends place. only goin back home to feed nemo. one time she decided to add a little more food than usual. two days later....she went back home to find nemo......not quite dead, but not really alive. he was kinda floating and strugglin to breath(give it some laxative says VIM). my guess here is too much food and nemo couldnt breathe. the particles musta choked his tiny little gills. the laxative would ensure that nemo would be in a lot of shit. back to the start of this tale. SP has a fish that floats around lazily.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

lay these gentlemen

ladies n gentlemen, i give you................
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