koolmokcik: Raison d'etre

Friday, June 11, 2010

Raison d'etre

Been trying to finish marking the mid year exam papers. The whole week of the school holidays is gone. A rendezvous at Swiss Garden Resort has been cancelled due to the World Cup. Nothing much to look forward to. There is so much to get done.

18:03 a message came in. From Z. " I'm going for J** mp. What say u? Which platform shall I take?

I responded - "MasyaAllah! Take d right one. I believe ur choice is d right one."

He replied - "tq. I need your support k"

And I responded - " U have it. Always have. May Allah's blessing's b with u."

And then I burst into tears.

Sadness and anger intertwined.

Why did he tell me that? What was it for?

For support? Yeah I can give him my vote. ONE vote. I don't have anything to bring him other's.

How much support is that?

Is he SMSing everyone?

In that case, the one I received was just a politician's game

... when I read more between the lines ...

*sighhhhh*

2 comments:

Che Nah said...: Wah nice new look... kenapa blogspot blooggers ramai yang tukar baju ni...; June 15, 2010 at 11:47 AM
koolmokcikZ said...: hehehe! masih menggodey lagi ni

everything change, nothing stays the same except ... sun lights up the sky, rain comes from the clouds and hummingbirds, they do fly

have a nice day dear; June 15, 2010 at 1:52 PM

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
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