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Nobody Knows

A song best describe my jiwangness right now

By: The Tony Rich Project

I pretended I'm glad you went away
These four walls closin' more every day
And I'm dying inside
And nobody knows it but me
Like a clown I put on a show
The pain is real even if nobody knows
And I'm crying inside
And nobody knows it but me

Why didn't I say
The things I needed to say
How could I let my angel get away
Now my world is just a tumblin' down
I can say it so clearly
But you're nowhere around

The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
And I just keep thinkin' about
The love that we had
And I'm missin' you
And nobody knows it but me

I carry a smile when I'm broken in two
And I'm nobody without someone like you
I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me
I lie awake it's a quarter past three
I'm screamin' at night as if I thought
You'd hear me
Yeah my heart is callin' you
And nobody knows it but me

How blue can I get
You could ask my heart
But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart
A million words couldn't say just how I feel
A million years from now you know I'll be lovin' you still

The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
And I just keep thinkin' about
The love that we had
And I'm missin' you
And nobody knows it but me

Tomorrow mornin' I'm hitting the dusty road
Gonna find you wherever, ever you might go
I'm gonna unload my heart and hope you come back to me
Said when the nights are lonely...
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about The love that we had And I'm missin' you
And nobody knows it but me

Sleepless in Taman Tun

It's already 2.18 am local time now. I think it's already past my bedtime, and waaaaaaaaay past that critical period during which you have the signs and symptoms of falling asleep. Right now I'm feeling hungry instead, and there's nothing I can munch without having to cook. This is the time you wish you have a packet of Cheezels or Twisties around. Gulai udang is not as appetising as it was 6 hours ago, and neither are sardines in tomato sauce (both being the leftovers from dinner). There are unfried french fries in the freezer, and the ice-cream has that opaque layer on top that I think happened when the fat separates from the other ingredients.

Maybe I should stop typing and go to sleep now, before you readers be too well-versed on the contents of my refrigerator. Selamat malam, good night, bon nuit, buona notte, laila tiaba.....

New computer :)

I received a new computer for office use yesterday. All this while I have been using my own laptop.
It's an NEC with 17" monitor, speakers, the usual keyboard and non-optical mouse and 40 GB memory. Now I'm in the process of transferring my files from the laptop to the new PC. No hi-tech antics, just the cut-and-paste-and-save-and-cut-and-paste-again, using the thumbdrive. Quite tiring, actually. But I get to know where my interests lie - all folders and files concerning work took only one trip; music files took 3 (and still counting haha...).

Man Trader

Have you ever read Motor Trader? Wouldn't it be great to have a magazine called Man Trader, too? Conde Nast or Karangkraf should have a look into this niche. With more and more single girls having trouble looking for partners, I think the market would be great.

My (newly-single-and-looking-again) friend, FF and I had a brainstorm on how we can categorise the men: Location, Age (not a good idea...), Income (worse than Age), Height (will cause discrimination towards the stature-challenged) or Zodiac (sounds good). Each advertisement will have the picture of the man and will state his job, age, marital status, location and interests.

Maybe FF and I can be the founders of this magazine. We will surely beat Cleo and Eh! in sales heehee....

A story for working children

This is a story for children (not the young-and-small-person sort of children, but the son/daughter kind).

I regularly go to the hospital every Mondays to Wednesdays to provide audiological services. Because it is a goverment hospital, I see people from all walks of life with all sorts of behaviour and manner. Many are very humble, others can be proud and arrogant.

But yesterday I encountered a humbling experience. A pakcik came to the clinic for hearing aid counselling and advice. He gladly agreed to be fitted with a new hearing aid as the one he has now is already 10 years old. While taking the impression of his ear, we talked about mundane things; my hometown, how long have I been living and working in Kuantan, etc.. Then came an unusual question:

"Mak awak ada lagi ke? (Is your mother still alive?)" he asked.

I said yes.

"Bagi duit kat mak tak? (Do you give money to her?)"

I said yes.

And then he launched a lecture: Don't ever forget to give money (ie. a part of your salary) to your mother every month. Never mind the dad (sorry to all dads out there), he can fend for himself. But don't ever forget your mom, she raised you; it doesn't matter if it's only RM5, just that she knows that you remember her. Before you put food into your mouth (that was the exact translation of his words), give her some money. If not, you will not feel comfortable sleeping at night. It's for her berkat...

I laughed.

Don't laugh, this is serious, he said. I kept on laughing, even though tears started to well in my eyes.

Remember that, he said.

Before he went, he apologised if what he said hurt my feelings. I said it was okay, what he said is true.

And I only had bread for lunch - I lost my appetite as I have yet given my mom anything this month....

KL, here I come!

Am going back to KL this evening, after work. YAY! I hope today will be a good day for driving long-distance. Rain, rain, go away; come again some other day....

I have been up to here (cue: nose) doing Kulliyyah- and department- related work. There's the never-ending development work - we were granted a complex of buildings not originally designed for us, so we had to 'modify' them to our specifications; and there's the am-I-doing-this-right? course outline.

And I should hand in the course outline by this afternoon, so gtg and finish my work! See ya!