You’re the man

16Mar10

I had rarely praise myself. But the above statement is dedicated to me.

I woke up at 4.15, going for a quick bath and start driving to office. I mumbled everything that need to be done today. (read need to be) but not always will be done. It’s a long process of accepting glitches of plans and now i subconsciously think that there will be the thing off my to-do-list that I won’t be having even 1% of finishing them.

Poor me, i struggle to keep up my demanding cries of buckle up by a lot of others. Those chanting makes me sick. I want to scream out loud from my smoky lung, in my native language, i guess it’s ok i puke myself away.

Later on the puke. There’s a story between me and puke. We’ll come to that again.

I need to bring my workpack, but shit I finished out my most important workpack giving them to others. Luckily i can make do with a simple procedure i had been asking before.

I couldn’t find my thumbdrive. Shit. Luckily I found one in fanucci’s place and quickly call him, 4.50 in the morning. Gosh, he’s like an angel. Just that he won’t cut it being an angel. A ransom bodyguard fits him better.

I know i won’t be finishing a lot of things I mumbled first day in the morning. I will get to them in separate post.

God send some reminder for me. I promise myself to always learn, as life long learning is my motto for awhile back in 2008. During those time, I’m still very much in awe of global movement that seemed like they’re on their on. But, they’re not. These groups walk in line every evening talking about stuffs people so rarely thinks now. At least, for me.

Next hour, after seeing all my hotdog bread at pulau melayu gone with the wind, i find myself talking about learning opportunities. I will, do that.

2 presentations later, i move to a workbarge that will be accommodating a lot of my welding sets, oxy-acetelene torch, nitrogen bottle, degreaser and what not.

Actually i don’t know what’s more than that.

Halfway through the day, i thought i imagining things when i heard scary eerie squeak from the front row seat of our fcb. Turns out my friend is aching of the sea swell. I become the mopper. It’s there such words??

It’s great just to write again. Although it’s crappy again like i always do. Never beats the shivers down my spine to finish my sentences with Paulo Coelho’s touch. I do a lot of things today, though some items i planned is dropped to later date, i still pretty much the man.

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