to the motherfucker who just told me to fuck off, fuck you. i’ve been in this business 20 years. and that’s it, i’m done! ~ steven slater

a coupla days ago, i sat quietly and listened as RDR and MS reflected on how it was like growing up i the 60s and 70s. being in their 20s during the flower power revolution. the whole beatles, vietnam war, peace sign era.

oh how, they spoke with such passion for those years. how they and all their friends had the slash hairdo, and then the jackson five afros. and how they had to dodge cops because apparently masa tu, cops carried around gunting in their pockets and if someone with the slash hairdo kena tangkap, the boys will cut off half of one side of their hair. crazy funny or what? and this is for real, mom said so too! and all the cool kids would have denim jackets and giant bell bottoms that fan out and covered your shoes.

they told me about being poor, and i mean like flat broke. about being homeless. but most importantly, being free. and i look at them now, with the big jobs and all and i cannot imagine these guys were once homeless in their 20s, earning their meals using a bucket and washing people’s cars. this was just my wow moment. they slept on the streets. on the bus stop, MS told me, so that orang tak kacau. RDR tells me that the best places to sleep dulu was the roundabouts because the town council kept them nice and trimmed, and cops won’t kacau. they told me about watching the stars as they fall asleep, lulled by the spiraling smoke from a freshly burnt out joint.

and then a few days later, we see this news all over our feeds. this is like the talk of the industry right about now. the flight attendant that just snapped and lost it. thing is, he’s like a giant hero right now. his fb and myspace are over loaded, people like him and cheering for him, and freaking raising money for his lawyers. even the media news are going easy on him.

por que? because he is like a total hero of the modern day, super stressed out, ultra frustrated working class corporate slave that seriously, and i mean seriously, does not deserve the abuse. yours truly being one of them. not that i’m complaining about my work here, i’m fine and dandy. tapi orang tu tengah buat kerja, he’s just doing his job. don’t call people names just because they’re doing their work.

and i see how RDR and MS used to live, always on a high, and how these days we drive ourselves and each other completely berserk, and i’m thinking, what does it really take to be happy? why do we snap? man, i’m thinking of my past few weeks and i’ve been so high strung, i’ve been snapping at everyone. now bulan puasa and i need to show restrain and i tell you, i’m on the verge of explosion! the only thing holding me back now is… uh… tak larat nak gi gaduh dengan orang da… :P

the point i wanted to make before detouring banyak kali is, i’m wondering how, in many years from now, will i look back to these days. will i laugh like these guys and say that these were the easy times? oh em gee, this means that things can only get a zillion times worse. oh sigh. there you have it folk, a useless, but entertaining read for your second day of ramadhan. have an awesome buka later! :)

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