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Those were the days....

I wake up around 4 this morn. My work start around 5 am. My friend before this say at disbelief;

"At my place.. only fisherman goes out that early,". Well, KL is after all the city that never sleeps..... yawn.

Anyhow.. My sis was driving me since she wants to use the car. Soo.. she needs to drive me laa.. So while keeping myself half awake, we stopped at the traffic light near Ampang Point.

It is pretty pointless to stop at traffic light at 4 am. If it were in good ol town Tronoh, I would had just urge them to just drive. But this being KL, who knows what drunken fools and stupid racing youngsters are out there gleefully behind the wheel. So we stopped behind this Kenari and Kancil ( our car was a Kelisa). What a nice happy Perodua family. Anyhow I noticed that, the Kancil one was filled with 3 guys. Looks to be around my age, younger I suppose. The driver was laughing and talking with the peoples in Kenari (The Kenari windows are tinted, cant see anything in there) One of the guys in the Kancil are slumped at the back, texting.

As I looked at em, I realized something. They were probably on their way back home after being out (drinking? partying? shaggin?) almost all night. I felt a sudden pang. Here I am on my way to work, starting the day. And these guys are on their way home to go and sleep and wake up when it is noon. And even after they had waken up, I will still be at my office. It just ain't fair I told you. Those guys used to be me ( well... I am/was not a guy.. but you get my drift), usually after I got back at 2am from watching the movie .. then at 3 or 4 am , out I went to hang out at mamak. Then I went back to my room, crash on my bed (kroih! kroih!) just before sun up. Those are my rules of sleeping. I need to sleep while it is still dark. Or my body clock will go haywired and think that my body should be up and raring to go. (yeah right, I am only reasonably concious at 10 am)

Sigh.... Those guys make me felt old. Michael Ooi blogged on how he felt hearing a bunch of kids talking, I felt old at 22 because I rarely experience this anymore.

But wait! I had just this memory flash. Read somewhere that if you felt old.. that shows only how young you are. Goody~

Comments

Anonymous said…
mak aih! baru one day five o'clock shift dah melancholic dah?

dulu mak/ayah/scholarship/loan yang kasi duit, skang dah besar..kenala carik duit sendiri, nak have fun kena ada duit, nak duit kena keje. balance apa.

oh well, woke up at eleven this morning. hehehe :D
Dils said…
Hahha.. I was quite content to spent someone else money

Anyhow.. early morn can make me melancholia.. make it late night too.. make it when it darks..

Nuffnang

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