i called my dad bapa - pronounced bapak, like underneath pokok klapak's pak, without stressing too much on the k.

ive been thinking quite alot of the stuff that happened, the talks we talked, the fights we fought and all the things i once thought was of miniscule importance. all that makes me miss his company, the attention i get for being the youngest (which i now yearn for more, more than how much i hated it before). i guess its true that absence makes the heart grow fonder. true, things haven't always been good between me and my dad, and there are things said that i'd like to take back and things that i'd like to ask.

people told me the two of us looks very similar, some are adamant that we even have the same swagger (like, yeah right). i got used to that, and i secretly enjoyed it even when my standard response for the remarks borders on denying it. it is said that daughters grow up to be like their mothers, i wonder is it the same for us sons?

i took the picture when after i bought my first camera phone, and i actually forgot i took that picture until i stumbled upon it while sorting the files in my hard drive. here's to you pa.

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i had finally hopped on the streamyx bandwagon, and regardless of being a few centuries behind, it feels good. the last time i get on the net at home was with my sister's 144kbps 1515 internet account 3 years ago. yes, it's that long a time ago.

but then, it started to appear more a mistake now since i'm going off to kl this coming week. i guess it'll be left untouched for a couple of months or so - i've considered taking it with me but then there's already an active account back in my sister's place in kl. ah peduli la. i'll let it go for now.

the last few weeks home wasn't the more pleasant times i imagined i'd have, mainly because all my friends are away and also because it rained practically everyday. the most i can do is to hang out with the veterans, bitching about the weather and/or politics, while "kasi panas-panas badan" as they call it. it's just a variation of the typical kopi-o session with differences in the choice of beverage consumed. go figure.

that was my routine for the first, say ten days when i woke up one morning and realized i look like hell. that very morning i started scanning the classified section in newspapers for job openings. finding a temporary job was not a problem, i managed to get the first job i actually wanted but it was a major dilemma waking up every morning, especially when i was constantly assuring myself that i don't really need the job. and yeah, all the myriad of alternatives on how i can spend my time instead of working, which happen to conveniently spawn even in mamai mode doesn't help one bit. recovery wasn't swift but i got over it.

just when i was about done double guessing myself and decided to just stick with the temporary job, nadia from recruitment (or is it esu) called me and asked me when am i coming to report for duty. but i know they allocate a one-month period to do so, so i was somewhat still relaxed, all that ended when she called me again - twice. that, plus my receding patience to sam's bullshits equal a flight ticket to kl.

one problem though, am i coming or going?

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