Stupid as a Stupid does..

well.. had a nice day today.. after a traumatising evening..

got home at abt 5+ in the morning..

fetched my mom at her workplace at 5, and had prata at the prata cafe near bt timah.. evans rd, near to NIE.

chilled out with my old friends after so long not doing so.. Alfan called me today out of the blue and asked to lepak together.. so i called the rest of my old friends, meraj, wily, andrew.. and we all have known each other for at least 10 yrz..

my sister came to my place at abt 6pm, and at 7+ i went down to her place.. sigh.. i'll talk abt this a bit later..

fetched wily at his block, before visiting my sis' place.. and after that, we headed down to coffee bean @ plaza by the park.. where yazid my guitarist, was working.. and holy shit.. this outlet is KOSHER!

just imagine.. a whole outlet dedicated to jews..

ok.. anyway, met alfan there.. with one of his colleagues, nina.. whom i have met before coz she used to help out at her friend's jamming studio at king george ave..

volvic and his friend, terence, who is a cabin crew as well, came slightly after us... and meraj joined us there at 10+ after his gym session..

so we hangout till 11pm, when the outlet closes, and headed down for sheesha at amirah's, which is next to el sheikh.. met alwi and radiah there... but radiah had to leave coz she wasnt feeling well..

at abt 1.30, we left.. and i was supposed to send alfan and meraj back to the west, as promised.. but ended up having supper with them, and wily and alwi at alif's at bt batok..

sat down talking abt islam and talked abt spirits and death and jin and i think all of us got freaked out..

sent alwi and wily home after that.. and it was really nice hanging out with my old friends after so long.. and we had maintained friendship for a decade.. and these ppl are my "troubleshooters".. having gotten me out of shitz for as long as they know me.. and trust me.. i always get into trouble..

they got me out of my girl problems, troubleshooting situation when needed.. which was quite often for a single lifetime.. they got me out of times when i get stalked by gays and cross dressers..

lots of times..

anyway.. letz talk abt what happened at my sis' place.. i fetched wily along the way to her place.. and let me say some unkind words abt my siblings..

a lot of them screw their lives up..

my real dad married 4.. my mom was the 3rd one.. so from the 1st stepmom, i had 1 elder brother, with 3 elder sisters.. and ALL of them, save for the 2nd one.. screwed their lives.. and that is coz the 2nd one is mentally retarded.. she was said to have contracted a high fever when she was a baby and that destroyed her brain.. sad story.. and i love her very much.. she's the sanest of them all.. so she's like 40 with a mentality of 1.

ok... letz talk abt the rest of them..

the first one.. my elder brother.. he's like 43 now i think.. used to run a multi million dollars entertainment company called Journey Promotions.. and those who grew up partying in the 80s would know abt them.. and he left Journey coz he wanted to turn to religion.. which he did.. but he screwed his life up with taxes and bankruptcy and all.. but he's doing ok now.. bringing his life back on track.. i hope.. but his record of doing business and borrowing money.. and i dunno whether he cheats or not.. but then again, thatz HIS problem and not mine.. we had never been close.. and i dont think i bother to be close anyway..

second one is the mentally retarded one..

third one.. i'll talk abt her and her family later..

fourth one.. married when she was 28.. i think she's almost 40 now.. but a few months after the wedding, her husband overdosed himself on drugs and turned into a vegetative state.. destroyed his brain which wasnt utilised much to begin with.. and therefore she left.. officially divorced.. i think..

i had never liked the idiot from the beginning anyway.. he tried to portray himself to be very religious.. but was arrested for touting before his OD.. and still tried to show that he was religious still afterwards.. what a piece of crap.. anyway, i had never cared abt him and i dont think i do now too..

i have another sister from the second stepmother.. that one too had her life screwed up.. but it wasnt her fault anyway.. she just happened to marry another idiot..

ok... letz talk abt the 2nd sis now..

i had warned wily before we go up to her place.. that my sister lives in poverty.. but her poverty was brought upon her own laziness..

itz not nice to wash dirty linens in public.. but hell.. this is my blog and i can wash any linens that i want.. so herez the story..

she had always been lazy.. married a guy who was a sweeper with HDB.. low paid.. but nice fella.. but god damned stupid..

stupid as a stupid does..

he mixed with the wrong company.. and went out of the religion by following a stupid cult who believes that their prophet comes from india.. yeah.. rite..

for those who doesnt know.. that stupid cult is called Qadiani..

anyway.. his story ends there..

and my sister.. she's known to be lazy anyway.. she's like.. almost 40.. and have 4 kids.. the eldest one is doing his national service as a provost.. and was thinking of doing some further studies if his application to do office hours duty gets approved.. and he's quite a nice fella.. and it is surprising, considering that he comes from THAT family and he wants to do something with his life..

number 2.. will talk abt him in a short while..

number 3.. a boy, in pri 6.. slow in his studies.. but i think he could still be saved..

number 4.. a girl.. in pri 2.. a normal child.. just a lil bit hyperactive.. but she seems ok..

ok.. letz talk abt number 2.

he's now 17.. and couldnt read or write anything.. well.. ok.. if he cant read, he cant possibly write anyway..

grew up on the streets.. and the last time i saw this boy was when he was 14 when my sister complained to me abt him.. running away from home.. and he hit his mother back when she beat him up.. i dont know for whatever reasons.. but i dont think even Saddam's torture cell would change this incorrigible fella..

he now have a blond hair, talks back to anyone that tries to correct him.. and to my surprise, he spots some tattoos on his body..

i caught him several times before when he ran away from home a few years back.. and i think he still fear me.. but i'm at the point where i dont bother abt them anymore..

several years back, we tried to help my sis out by getting her some jobs.. but she will always have complains abt everything and will quit working after several days.. and her only way out that time was calling me every so often to borrow money.. i really dont mind giving it to her, which i had often did.. if she would just work.. just do something..

but of course.. she dont bother to. she's more interested in chatting on the Net. bloody hell. 4 kids and u want to chat on the Net?

get a job. thatz the beginning of the solution to ur problem.

their house is in a despicable state.. so much so that i remembered my ex gf getting traumatised after visiting them several years back. and yes MsHongKong/leila/cat, it is still like that.. just that they now have 2 working bulbs at home, and therez electricity.. and coz itz hari raya season, she swept the floor.

we used to have to wear shoes in that house. the walls, from the entrance door, till the end of the kitchen, and all the rooms, were full of graffitis.. which reminds me of the hyroglyphs in the ancient egyptian tombs, but much worse than the ghettos in brooklyn and bronx and queens, combined. i had suggested thru the years for them to do something abt that place.. but the excuse is always the same.. therez no point doing it coz it will get dirty anyway.. damn.

the doors of the kitchen cabinets had some parts broken, so it hangs from a single hinge, for the past few years.

she have 2 teenage sons. but none of them bother to do anything abt that sty of a house. damn.

and the best thing to know was that, part of the graffiti was done by the 17 yr old, writing whatever that looks familiar to him.. especially the vulgarities..

i wonder why ppl just wouldnt work for a proper home.. if i ever get married.. i wanna be a perfect husband. perfect father. and build a perfect, CLEAN, proper, loving home. and based on Islam. i wanna raise my kids to be the perfect muslims. and no, we wont have any guns or bombs.

i intend to marry only once. and thatz it.

*IF* i ever get married, that is.

and that will be the point where life turns.

some chinese believe that when u were born, therez a string ties u up to ur future partner. no matter when or where or how, u'll be together. i just hope that mine dont tie me up to a tree. i'm tired of barking.