on a short leave..
i’m not known to churn out entries after entries after entries, in fact, looking back i don’t think i post that regularly anyway. but until recent, i feel that i’ve had too much on my plate to clear… with my new found schedule which i find hard to keep to, more often then not i find myself too lethargic to squeeze a post or two at the end of the day. work has been really good lately, been busy doing some drawings and stuff for submission, and after work its either badminton, or badminton or futsal or maybe hit the gym a little. with all these activities, i can’t believe that i still fall asleep at only 4am EVERYDAY. and eventually, i wake up regretting that i slept at 4am and promise myself i’ll sleep earlier tonight. but that never happens. heh.. wow such discipline dree.. bravo.
on a separate note, i was at the lobby of my office the other day. and the lobby where i work at is manned by an indian chap who’s probably in his 50’s and another dude from Nepal. i’d guess that he’s in his 20s or so. I was downstairs for a smoke by the handrails and there the dude from nepal was standing beside me.
so, how’s things ? i asked
ok laa.. everyday people come park here, they say 5 minutes, but they park here few hours. then one car go, another one come. *in a thick indian-y accent
*think dree… think what else to talk to him about… damn you suck at small talk*
sooo… back hom in nepal you got how many brother and sister? that was the best thing i could figure out to ask
ooh, i have 1 younger brother.. ( he goes on saying something about 2 years old or something like that)
wah.. 2 years old… what is he doing there la?
he’s in the indian army.. my father also indian army last time..
(muka malu la.. sebab dia cakap dua tahun lagi muda tapi kepala biul aku ni dok pikir yang adik dia umur dua tahun la pulak kan?)
oh then how come you never join the army also? why come here work as a security guard? i asked again
i went for the training and go for exams. i passed everything, shooting, marching, the physical. but then, when i go the medical check up, the doctor say my health very good, but i cannot join the army because of my face. (points as his fairly visible scare which was probably from a fire or something). the doctor say, because of my scare, maybe i cannot work in cold place, because very easily affected. nepal dood said
i see.. hey.. i’ve got to go back up to the 10th floor…see you later ya
thankfully my cigarette finished by then, because i didn’t know what to say to him.
the conversation definitely spurred some thoughts. at first i began to wonder how much a soldier makes in nepal, then compare it to how much he’s probably making here working as a security guard. if he was in the army, at least he’d be home with his family, but due to the slightly disfigured face, he’s here.. in malaysia. probably earning meagre pay trying to make ends meet and everyday after work, he goes back to a room shared with 6 other people. and the next day the whole routine repeats itself.
i guess its a little true.. when my dad used to tell me that we can’t have everything, instead we make do with what we have. he told me that when i realised i wasn’t going to be able to do my degree in the UK due to the shortage of funds. i was sad, broken hearted, and bitter. i begged MARA, who turned me away, because apparently they don’t send ART students overseas for degrees. i wanted to take a bank loan, but it was a little too much to put the house as a collateral.. JUST FOR ME.. so i didn’t go. did my degree locally instead. got a ptptn loan to finance it. and looking back now, i guess it was a blessing in disguise. i would have never met the people whom have put much colour in my life, but most of all, if i did take a loan to head to the UK. i would be slaving just to pay back the loan ammount. haha..
so its true when people say ‘if life throws you lemons, you make lemonade’. but you know what.. i’d rather life throw me apples.. then i’de make the apple pie i used to make.. and give it to all you guys that matter.
apologies to those whom i’ve wronged lately. you know who you are. 
Saturday, May 31st, 2008