there will never be another you

R.I.P.
Michael Joseph Jackson
August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009


You rocked my world.

breakfast by dad

I tapau breakfast from home, usually two slices of bread. Sometimes my dad will pack it for me, like today.

The sandwich filling for today is bananas with cheese.

This will take some getting used to...

strange behaviours

This week, my building management decided to step up on security. The guards actually asked to see IDs instead of just glancing at you and make a lightning fast judgement on whether you're a threat to the society. The guards are also not the usual few who I already know. They looked foreign, from Myanmar maybe.

Yesterday, the new guard stopped an aunty-like lady, asking to see her ID before she proceed to the elevators.

Guard: ID please.

Aunty: (mumbles something).... new.

Guard: (thinking that she's a new staff) Please sign in if you don't have ID.

Aunty: No. You're new. You don't know my face.

And with the air of an insulted lady, Aunty just walked off and left the guard baffled.

Today, another episode...

Guard: ID please.

Loud Man: (face turned blacker than black, thundered loudly) Where's your ID???

Guard: (dumbfounded)

Loud Man: You don't have ID, how can you ask for mine??

Guard: (dumbfounded)

And with that, Rude Man just walked off.

And so one fine day, when some ajaran sesat/boh liao people decides to bomb my building, Aunty and Loud Man (if they survive) will unquestionably be amongst those people complaining about "How can this happen?" and "The management did not do their job in maintaining security to the building".

I have to ask them this: Can die meh show ID?