Monday, January 26, 2009
Ran into you
Im still clueless , as bryan would say, on certain events. Which now i'm obsessed about getting to the bottom off, just need to know 'whaddup' as NPH would say.Anyway today i succeded in re-defining boredom as i achived in sitting in the exact same position without moving for hours, my original plans cancelled due to the fact i trusted a gay, a mat and a minah, no thats not the starting of a joke, its the punchline of my day. So i had nothing to do today, nothing whatsoever so after attempting to run a penguin over with a toy car
I decided to go for a run around TaiKeng , and by run i mean go for about 1km before getting a cramp ,swearing at a dog, and limp around for half an hour before i continued jogging, so asides from realizing aunty rosita had left Zayd ,inside her car parekd in front of my house 0O, who gave me the rocky thumbs up when i ran past. I went to the fitness place thingy at the top of the hill , where some old dude was staring at me for 10 minutes. And he appeared to be squinting at me, so getting a little freaked out i suppose it was best that i left, when he had to beckon me closer. Knowing it was so typically me to get into this kind of situation i went closer.
Old Dude-OD
Me-Me
OD:"Young man where have you come from?"
Me:(With great strength i resisted saying your mother)"Err,-points randomly- over there"
OD:"What is your name?"
Me:"Za- . Kumar"
OD:"Kumar my friend, you are indian yes?"
Me:"No , im pakistani"
OD:"Ahh yes, i had a feeling. I can tell them out"
Me:"Oh, are you pakistani?(he looks malay or chinese, just thought i'd play along)
OD:"Once upon a time.Haha"
Me:"Err , okay im gna go now"
With this i leave, a little freaked by the encounter. And walking back to my house i had to go "Haha, yeah you too" as each one of my neighbours had to wish me a "Happy CNY" as i walked by.
Yeah thats it
~Zameer A Husref~
Signing off @ 3:04 AM
On this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me Zameer Husref. Victorian.2I08.4I10.EX-NAPS. 6/2'06
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