He sat there quietly, phone in his hands.
Occasionally he would respond to the flickering light of the handphone, Short Messages Service, I guess, and start typing away on the shiny white keypad, as it reflected the light from the bus window.
He’s still silent and I wonder why. And I wonder why he keeps looking out into the window which have no fascinating view, only shrubs and bushes, as if he’s hiding his face from me, or just anybody. And the weirdest of all is, he doesn’t even talk, or make sounds as he is capable of. I mean, he always talk and talk and talk and talk and practically won’t stop, and he’s usually the non-emo cherry guy. Why wasn’t him talking?? Something bothering him on the phone?? The phone vibrated again, another message.
As I try to look for signs and to make some sense of what’s going on, he suddenly turned to me and said, “it’s damn hot right now”. I almost gasped as I saw something dangling at the edge of his eyes, something crystalline, tears. He barely met my eye and turned back, staring out into the window again, silently. I regained my breath and wondered. Why is he tearing up on a trip to a grand dinner, something to do with the messages on that phone?? What’s up, what’s going on?? The phone vibrated again, he checked the message and quickly turned away towards the window. I manage to make out some words from the phone screen, certainly knowing that violating other people’s privacy is really not good, but dude, this is my friend here and I got every right to get to know what’s wrong with him.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry….”
What was sorry, and who was sorry?? I suddenly became clueless of what had happened. But I know, I understand the feeling of holding tears, of forcing oneself not to cry. Looking at him is a clear omen that he’s totally not okay. But he didn’t say anything, still looking out onto the window. I wonder if he is hiding his tear-drenched face from everyone?? This is certainly not a good time to feel like this, now we’re on our way to the dinner for Sarawakians at the Putra World Trade center, and I don’t know how can I help my dear friend there, I think I can hear him scream.
Help me. I want to cry. I am not okay.
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So we have this Dinner for sarawakians sponsored by our beloved CM, Taib Mahmud @ the Putra World Trade Center. Did i hear they greet him as " Yang Amat Berbohong" instead of "Yang Amat Berhormat"??
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| They said KTT people are freshly from the jungles, so i guess we must have been really excited to be invited to such occasion. Well, fresh from oven!!! Jungleman! |
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| They even set the tables up till the entrance |
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| Unique structure made from papers... or transparent papers |
Well, anyway, we managed to pass our times by looking at some of the artwork displayed at the gallery :
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| Does this look familiar to you all?? I bet you can find some of the ex-PM faces in the pics. Go figure.. |
And some of the "interesting" pics available on the occasion :
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| Oh ya, that dude is actually my classmate.... |
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| Fascinated by the 3D structure of the building |
And well, since the CM is sponsoring us for dinner so i expect it to be really grand and luxurious since he's the *erkhem* richest guy in the world *erkhem* but who knows?? things are not as it looks.
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| Wait a minute, is that NAsi Putih in the Menu!!?? O.o |
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| All the waiter here looks like PATI , i wonder if that's one of the strategy to cut cost?? |
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| Well, it's a great feeling to know that our own states' flag is flying all over the hall. Awesome. |
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| In case you don't know who this is, This is Taib. =) Say HI |
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| I don't know who this is, only knowing that she's from AKADEMI FANTASIA. and that dude on the left is soft... Friends Reunion and we come together to reunion. |
AND SPECIALLY FEATURING.....
The guy who got over prouded because he shook Taibs hand... ==
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