Looking back to 2007, and Workplace's happiness

Hello mates.

For this (still special hor) entry, I shall examine my life and how much it has changed. Not to mention something awkward happened at work.

A long time ago in the year 2007,
There was a boy name Lan.
He's fair-skinned,
And he still is now.
lol.

I've learnt alot of new things last year,
But I'll briefly explain some.

January or February 2008,
I've started back smoking after a long time quitting.
That was a mistake, cause I can't quit now.
Not by myself, at least.

I saw the wider side of planet Earth,
Fortunately all of them are not supernatural findings.
I mixed with different type of people,
White, black, brown, you named it.

And how I opened up to the fullest extent with them.
I never imagined myself being that noisy.
Especially when they start tickling me and I go spouting random nonsense.
But it's fun though.

I also learned that I can not only do poems,
But songs too, thanks to Hidie for bringing that side of me out.

Then as we approach the end of the year,
I was "hired" to a just-born band as a vocalist, something I've always dreamed about.
We named ourself Mel Fraps, I really love them alot.
Not just because it's named after caffeine though.

Oh and yeah I kept my hair to a length I never did before.
And I started to love my natural hair, being curly and stuff.
But hey, people said I look eurasian with it.
That makes another reason to avoid NS.

I had my first working experience,
It's very pleasing to open my wallet now.
I love my job,
The sabah workers there,
And apeks.
They're cute in someway.
No worries though, I won't be going gay with them.


That's about it, for the favourite year of James Bond.
For 2008 entry, I shall continue where I left from.

Work.
Again.
lol.


So last night is my pay day, also nicknamed "happy day" by me because I love money.
Heck who doesn't.
But happy not happy still have to work cause I'm on the schedule.

6pm-1am.
Thank God I managed to have a burger king before coming to work.

I had many breaks today, some being even till an hour.
Pretty boring, since I had literally nothing to do.
That's when it kinda hit me as I was singing.
Melody came up out of nowhere in my mind,
And I recorded myself singing the tune,
Then write down the lyrics.

A new song.
Yay.

It's only a draft looking for perfection.
A ska song.
Hid, you gonna like it.
Hopefully though.

lol.

So enough about work and songs,
Right to what I meant by,

Workplace's happiness.

Cheesy, I know.
But it's leaning more towards "MENYAMPAH!",
I assure you.
Read on.

As I was getting changed in the locker room, one of the workers approached me.

Translated from malay: "Eh got any nice videos at your hp?"

If you don't know the meaning of "nice videos" used in the world now.
Thank me for my explanation:
It means Pornographic Videos.

That's right, naked people playing wrestling on the bed.
Humping and screaming like psycho killers getting bit by a red ant.

Anyway the conversation continues.

Lan: "Don't have uh."
Him: "Scared your girlfriends see ah?"
Lan: "I don't have girlfriend."
Him: "HAH? Handsome like this no girlfriend?"
Lan: "Ya lah, teeth still got metal2." (braces)
Him: *smiles*

So the keyphrase for today is...

Him: "HAH? Handsome like this no girlfriend?"

Let's analyse that sentence using pictures of myself I took when working,
But taking a break in the toilet.


First picture.





Some parts of my hair tilt upwards,
Eyes look tired,
And not to forget I didn't look that fair here.

This can't be the reason why he find me handsome.


Next pic pls.






I wear a cap each time I started working, to carry bags without fringe irritation.
Notice how confused my hair is,
It looks like a magnet that can't differentiate where is South and where is North pole.

And I look angry, somehow.

So again this can't be the reason.

What if I were to compare with another fellow worker of mine.







There.
I did my sexy pose.
I did my girly smile.
And I stood beside a sabah man.

The only difference I can see is I'm fairer and taller.
Skinnier too.
And he looks like John Claude Van Dam (donno hw to spell haha) from the back.
Automatically it makes me un-handsome compared to him.


Well maybe if I were to accept his compliment,
That means I need a reasonable answer for his question too.

Him: "HAH? Handsome like this no girlfriend?"


I'm not the typical boy who goes around asking numbers from girls.
It makes me feel as if I'm giving them a bad impression of me,
Something like "no shame".
Well I know how shameless I am,
I just hate to sound desperate.
Which may be the reason why I'm still single, reaching to two years.

The girls I had crushes on,
We never made it.
I can do poems, do songs for them.
But I find myself lacking that firepower to make relationships happen.
And by firepower, I'm not talking about sperm-gun a.k.a boy's winkie.
In fact I'm still a virgin, and the girls I like are all decent enough not to ask things like

"Eh how good your 'firepower' ah?"

That's random.
lol.

So yeap.
I suck at love life.
I might be romantic as some people put it, lol.
But I lack something I still don't know about myself.

If you're gonna tell me things like,

"That's because you too fair! Go tan!"

Read this as many times as required till you're out of breath and can't speak anymore.

"STFU"


Maybe I'll wait.
Heck.
I don't know.
Fuck let's stop talking about love life.

I love my mom's maggi murtabak.
It taste nice.
I woke up my mom just to eat it.
I'm not nice.
haha.


White-Worker Excitement (WWE),
Lan