Was talkin with Zen last nite about growing up and aging and basically how is it all gonna be like in the future. And the more I thought about it, the more I dont look forward to it. It makes me realise that being an "adult" really ain't far away and it doesnt seem all that fun.

 

Can you imagine me being a 40 year old? Fucked up init? Will I still be able to wear my baggy shorts and my cap backwards? Will I still be able to act all stupid and retarded and end every sentence with chibai or muthafucka? When I meet up with my friends, will I still be able to hand-slap-machohug the muthafucka and say wasssssssssssapppp?

 

 

Can you imagine me being a father???

 

 

Will I still be able to go out yum char every night or make random trips up to Genting with Justin? Or do I have to stay home and watch over my kids and spend "quality time" at home? Will I still be able to stay out till the wee hours in the morning, drunk and not giving a fuck or will I have to stop drinking and partying altogehter and stay home and teach my kids maths?

 

 

Can you imagine a 40 year old driving an old Honda Civic while listening to NWA's Fuck The Police??

 

 

Do I have to start screaming and slapping my kids when I catch them smoking, drinking and fucking around? Or can I just join them and laugh about it, attempting to be the "cool" dad?

 

 

Will I still be avoiding and running away from the likes of Doreen of whoever's running RAPR then or will I have my own company with my subordintes running away from me instead? Will Doreen still be alive?

 

 

In just about 17 years, will this blog still exist or will I be attempting to regain my youth by still using facebook and panty-raiding Nadia?

 

 

Will the size of my lips still be able to compete with Jay Z's? Will Jessica Alba still be hot?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Will there still be so many questions?

 

 

My new source of entertainment in the office.

 

 

 

 

PRESENTING..........*drumroll*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Isn't it like the best thing ever????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's funny how the more you're afraid of somethin, no more it comes to bite you in the ass and leave a mark.

 

I'm always afraid of letting my job dictate my life and always tried to say "fuck it, its just a job". I'm always afraid of spending too much time in the office, with colleagues or bosses and take time off to spend it with friends, girlfriend or simply just chill.

 

So a company trip and being indirectly forced to go was never gonna be among my top "Happenings" of 2007. Yes, I get to have (sort of) a holiday, but a holiday with the company which I work for. How's it ever gonna different from everyday work? We still had to follow what the bosses (or the Boss) wanted to do. Doing anything otherwise is frowned upon and will be an issue when we do come back to work. They message that was trying to be instilled  or force-feed was "team building".

 

So anyway, I tried to enjoy it the best way I can and not let the little things bother me. In other words, I was trying to not give a fuck about anybody or anything else and just take this trip as a "just sleeping in Penang" for the weekend and getting the opportunity to buy cheap DVDs.

 

Plan failed.

 

Although, it wasn't a total disaster and not totally unenjoyable. We're RAPR. Throughout our time here we've learned to have fun even if the odds are stacked against us.