Sunday, September 28, 2008
My car was fixed and it cost me a whooping RM 300 bucks man.. where am i gonna get that amount of money? i wanted to ask my boss for a raise but all he did was raise his eyebrows. What and "a" hole he was.. hahaha.. well. today is the independence day for my country. SELAMAT MERDEKA YG KE-51 Malaysia.. i have a lot of things to buy today. just hope that the shops that i'm going to isn't closed. i have to get shampoo for myself and my cat, renew my card KGNS card, wash the car, and send stuff to my mom's friends house. last of all i'll be heading to subang jaya to buy something at cold storage. Man do they have a lot of items there. hahaha.. i sound like my mother.. Oh... my cousions just arrived yesterday and now we have like 3 families in my house. boy is it crowded. they'll be staying here till the end of ramadan. my mom had to buy a truck load of food just to survive the ramadan month..hahaha which reminds me, i have to ask everyone in class to come for "buka puasa" in my house.. But first things first, i have to find the amount of money to pay the debt of my car. Looks like i'll be taking a stroll down to the bank. Gees how i hate taking money..if i have time i will go down to bangsar or one utama buy myself a watch and for my friend.. her birthday maa.. plus i want to get somthing for myself.. its been 2 month since i bought anything for myself. till next time.. gooten taag
On friday, i had the most horibble day possible imagined. i woke at 8.30 am and was already late for some work i had to handle. i skiped class and went out. After my work was completed, i went back home to get ready for the friday prayers. i rushed out of the house trying to beat the friday crowd. It was unsuccessful, so I drove back home and prayed in my house. I received a phone call from the office where my dad was complaining bout the work I had done. I had to rush over there. When I was about to leave my home, my mom called me up and asked me to send some things to her friends house near my old kindergarten. I looked at my watch and tolled her that I can’t help her now. But my mom keeps on insisting that I do it. I got in my car which was a renult coupe, mind you... hahaha and saw the fuel meter at empty. I decided to take my Proton out. Not knowing that it was having problems of its own, I hit the pedals and went as fast as I could to my first destination. I arrived at my mom friend’s house at 2 something, and rushed for the office. I decided to take shorter route that would lead me to the highway. As I was driving towards the road exit that I had taken, I noticed the engine signal appeared at the speedometer screen. In an instance the engine died and I was rolling towards the exit with no power and little control. Thank god there was no traffic or I would have been in an accident. I stopped by the road side and lift the hood of the car up and saw smoke coming out from the engine. I called my friend to help me out but he couldn’t make it because he has tuition. I noticed that there was a SHELL pump station behind me just down a hill. I went there for help and there was this guy who was kind enough to call AAM for me. After about 30 minutes stuck by the roadside, the AAM managed to get my car running again. I thank the man and went on my way. I thought to myself, “boy was that bad places to have your care break down.” I got to the office in one peace and left the office in pieces after my dad lost his temper. HAHAHA
Lets start from the begining, i'm Ali Hakim Montashari Khathran. I'm just a teenager who drinks and smokes and I drive under the influence of alcohol. I have a discrete background. many know me as "kim,alikim,hakim or Mr.goodie 2 shoes". My height is apprxmtly 180 .I have been charge with fighting,smoking and drinking. With this on my report, it doesn;t make me a role model.Since 2003-2007 I've been sent to the counseling room for about 47 times. I have some diciplinary problem and have been sent to the dicipline room countless of time. At the end of the year my merit points are always left with 20-15 points. As a result i'm being potreyed as a problematic student.My bad habbits are: smoking,drinking and getting into fights when i'm drunk. My mood rage from happy-moody-furious. As a result i'm labeled as a phsycopath in school and on the street. I hit without warning but have control over girls.My current status is divorced, and after cleanig the counts my ex's are already 6. i have lied my way in and out of ppls heart. But currently i am finding peace and harmony to calm myslef down.I earn less then rm 450 monthly and i drive a proton wira which is younger then me by two years. I have problematic friends and idiots as enemies. I attented a place what seems to be a school. Repeating my routine each day. i'm left with one year before i put my carrier in my hands.I play rugby which i take pride in for the certificates and futsal. In doing so i've earn the name "kneetacker" in the field when playing rugby. by current BMI is a 27. With all these activites there is a little price to pay. I have a twisted back and ankel. My pinky has reach a point where bending is imposible. and the constant pain at the neck and at the hips.Other than that i have nothing going on in my life. Sounds shallow but i feel as if my life is an empty shell. Filling it, is great dissapointment and regret with a spoonfull of luck and happiness and sprinkeled with succsess. My life is followed by a few simple rules. i belive in a system that works and piss on the system that doesnt. I hate those who oppose and love thoes with ideas. I may not be a good role model, but i make a great friend and a provider. I hear thoes with problems and try to solve it with them. But if this still doent make me a good person i have nothing to say. The people that know me for who i am has been through thick and thin with me.I'm not easy to read nor understand. But i'm easy to hate and to love.I give you my trust and once you broken it. theres no second chance. I have the ability of reading people by watching thier behaviour and saying the right things at the right time. Some calls it a gift. But i prefer to think of it as both a curse and a gift.And at the end of the day, it doesnt mater who reads this bulletins to know me. Cause i belive by giving people chance to know the real me. and by not drving them away.
As each passing night surrounds me with mournful feelings, I can never help but to remember all those conversations we used to have... But I guess fate has brought as further apart... No one is perfect, but as I stand here watching the days pass by..... Sometimes I loose the feeling of loneliness... but when I remember... you. I cant stop but to think what was the actual cause of this destructions.... and how we can fix it...I stand alone in the dark... for to look for a light... but somehow the light I taught that was shining was never there... so I ask myself what if... these ppl that I care for so much never really existed.... like I was somehow having a dream....and all the sad events that had occur never actually happened.....this isn't the first time that it happened to me.... but I can never forget all those time when I enjoyed with them....somehow it just keeps playing in my head.... I shall never rest easy on this case... it is a mystery... Nothing is certain..... But the existence of you is still yet to be confirmed... the ppl that I care choose to act as if I never existed..... So that taught that can be read trough other... Gives me pain... for that pain... gives me the energy to carry the grudge till I get my revenge.....