I was awoken right around 6 in the morning by my handphone ring. Patrick was calling me. I ignored the first few calls because I was freakin' tired and also because I thought there was nothing urgent. But he kept calling, and I knew something wasn't normal. He'd usually call once or twice only if it wasn't urgent. So I picked up the 5th call and he told me that his car died. The primary assumption was that his car battery died. Yeah..so I was still lying in my bed and thinking if i should go, i told him on the phone i'd come to him if i could find my jumpstart cable. in bed thinking, dude..wake up, go help your buddy. he was always there when i needed advice and help. so yeah, i got up, took my satria car keys and checked the boot and violaa the cable was still there. so i went to him in summit's jockey area, thank god he was nearby. helped him out, everything worked, we were both happy and we went for breakfast at ehsan. we met a middle aged man who talked a lot about stuff and mainly, life. amazing how people seem to connect randomly. it's the law of attraction kicking in. and blablabla..it was a good kick to start my day. talking to a new acquaintance about what most people seem to miss out on in their busy hectic ever passing by life, life as it really is. well then, i'm still in the process of moving on from what had happened during new years till feb 18. holy fuck, i can even remember the last time we went out together. anywho..i'm no longer putting hope in where this relationship with her could lead to, romantically or sexually or whatever. well, maybe in the future, or in the distant future or whenever, but as long as it's the present and what continues to be, i'm moving on. My first event in this company, Genting Highlands, and the big-ass toyota Hi-ace van, here I come.

The recovering broken heart

It's hard growing up in a broken family. There are moments in the past that are hard to forget. I've been alive for 22 years and yet some part of me still feels broken. It's something that is difficult to mend. It has been almost a decade since my parents have left each other, leaving behind bits and pieces of what they couldn't put together as parents. I do have friends that keep me going while inspiring me subconsciously to go farther in life, but there are still times when I'm alone, the darkness of my past that is within me shrouds all over and covers the only light that I have inside me which keeps me going. That's how I am feeling right now. But then again, this feeling is temporary until I meet my friends again and meet new people. There's so much to live for, I know. And that is why I am still moving forward, slowly. But I'll get there, I just know it! I can see the bright blue sky ahead! I am fucking pumped up right now. Nervous, but pumped up. I'm starting work tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow. I'm venturing forth into this new field. Not sure where this road is taking me but I've got a good feeling. Let's fucking do this. >:)