walking in a circle

Yeah, it’s Sunday alright. Day of the sun but today I guess it’s the day of the gloom. Cloudt white sky and chill room. Ahh..a very nice day. I prefer to listen to a soothing kinda song to suit the mood to write this post which might or not be dragged into a pile of crap. I just completed a post in my other blog “… Awan hari itu” so I guess this one gonna be a life journal post too. George Micheal’s Careless Whisper is on the air. Man, I’ve been listening to this song like so many years since the 80’s. I feel like old now. You can call me emo or whatever, but damn, I like this song.

Life changed so much, you know. Changes bring changes, and that’s for sure. If only u get what I mean. Some people, when you talk about changes, they’ll say that of course changes will bring changes but then I ask you again, changes like what?

If today you’re a drug addict and let say you switch to another kind of drug for a routine then I guess you don’t really change. You get what I mean? Still, You’re a drug addict.  Unless, you stop taking drugs and live a better life, then I can say you are a changed person. Simple as that.

Here’s what I been through the whole month, well I guess I can say the “whole month” and not counting the few days I have to face upon. Started the month with a mind of troublesome here and there. Not that I got myself into troubles with other people, no. I have like a mountain of thoughts to be channeled out but nothing seemed to get in the right place. So, came the day to fly to Jakarta and I was actually having a second thought of going but, I am very thankful to God now that I did go.

Found myself a better side of me. You know, when you got yourself in a thundering storm and come the day after, it all falls into a silent mode. That silent made me think deeper and ponder much plus backing by the almost scariest scenes of places where 13 millions of people roaming around you and knowing no one else but your own clan of 24 members. Sight seeing was the best medicine if you got yourself under pressure. Lots of things to see and experience.

Just like in Puncak, I went around the streets before dinner and talking to the people around. Not that bad at all. Really feels like like, you know, a respected person and you in a respectful manner to respect others. We have been brainwashed by the illegal immigrants who are now living in Sabah to think that the people in Bandung, Puncak or Bogor bare the same unpolite manner just like them here. Most of the people I talked with were pretty much good.

I met with a very good philosopher. He’d tell you stories and facts in a different way that you can actually brainwashed by him. I don’t think most of my tour friends aware of that but I do. He talked much of everything in a very good way.Not that he is bad, noooo. He’s is a very gifted personI must say. Gifted in mind thinking. I like that kind of people. I listened to most of his story and one very interesting story was about the Social way of the new generation and it pretty damn true. Here goes.

We use to have lots of friend back then. Every time we wanted to play anything we need a person to play with. Remember went we used to play guli, tapak, bubut bubut, tapuk2, polisentep and all. I am very much pity to our young ones, my brothers and sisters and yours too. They don’t know a damn thing about friendship, anymore. The only thing about friendship to them is hangout with a bunch of naughty kids and get wasted or probably, … you know what I mean.

Nowadays, kids, they don’t need to have a friend to play with. Just a click on the computer button and walaaaa, there you go. DOTA. Most of them end up with no social life and no friends. My business is mine alone and your business is yours way of thinking. No more sun light and no more out door chill outs. Too bad that they end up like that. I really agree with this matter because it actually destroying the family bonding, itself. Why? They don’t have the time to even talk to each other family members. That’s one fucked up reality. Wake up.

Jakarta, a thousand miles away from Sabah. Well, I did say it in the beginning of this post that changes make changes, ya? My family just lost a very good uncle, as for me my nenek/grandpa. He passed away during our trip in Jakarta 2 days before we’re going back to Sabah. The last timeI saw him was during Christmas/New Year last year. Damn. May his soul rest in peace. It chanced the family constitution, indeed.

So many things to write but I’ll end this post here. It’s time to hit the burger.