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One fine day....

by ahmedehan @ Monday, 22. Oct, 2007 - 10:14:48

I work in a tv station and the On-air time is always a headache and the day begins with a news bulletin.

But today was special. Last night me and the producer had some freaking problems in the studio that I ended up yelling at a technician woman >:XX (point to be taken it was a woman).
I woke up sweating, catching up my breath having a nightmare where my best friend kicked me in the balls, literally. It was one and a half hours before my morning duty time. I knew If i slept again I couldnt get up for the duty again. So i gotup, bathed, had a coffee, headed to the office which was 3 minutes from my apartment.
I entered the stuido to see the technician woman speaking about last nights' incident and I was totally unaware of her untill I got notice of her after about two minutes. She was eating my flesh right infronta me. I was boiling. And finally I burst.
The worst thing to begin a day with, in my idea, is an Argument and my day was blessed with it. Hell!
I went to the tea room after news, to see her there. I didnt have my tea. I came to the newsroom to find the secretary yelling at me cos i didnt bring medical certififcates for the three day sick leave. My friend has it. Damn! I have to go to another island about 15 minutes away from Male, where I am. I had no choice. I went to the ferry terminal, took a ticket and saw to ferries infront of the harbour. I asked the old man at the gate,
Me: Which one is ready to leave? ( gesturing to the two ferries I noticed one with some people )
Old man: (a moment of glare and a sarcastic smile) Which one do you bet?
Me: Oh! so the one with the people, yeah?
and I started walking away saying " I dont go to Villingili very often, thats why I was a bit confused but thanks anyway ", when I heard him say "Dumbness is what!" :crazy: I was frozen. I turned around to see him with the eyes saying "asshole!"
Fifteen minutes and I was on the other island. I headed towards teh flat where my friend lives and ofcourse sleeps (A lot). I went through soem trouble calling his dad to figure out their apartment since my friend wouldnt pick up the fone when he is sleeping. I finally figured out the apartment, knocked.
A short, fair, middle aged man opened the door. I was a little confused since this man didnt look like my firend's dad, but no other man of tha tage lives there as far as I knew. I was welcomed and just to kill the seconds I said " I heard, Chiphan's dad (which was the polite way of refering to the man infront of me, in my language)was having neck injury. How is it now? " The man tried his best not to laugh at me but he couldnt help. " erm... Chiphans' dad is at work right now (smile ironically)" he said. I wished i disappeared. Gawsh! how on earth would have i confused a tall, nearly bald man for a short thick haired guy? I was so ashamed. I thanked and left.
I arrived at Male, and a friend of mine said hes coming to pick me up. It was at that moment it drakened the sky and started raining in a minute. I took a cab. I thought I wouldnt go to office without taking a bath. I went to my apartment, turned the lights on... It was dark. Electricity was temporarily disconnected for some maintenance purpose. "Perfect" I thought. I cant even flush my toilet without electricity.
I came back to office, all messed up, and I realized this was just the first three hours of the day. Gawsh! Lets see what He has in plan for the rest of it....:-/:**:


 
 

Is liye mujhko apni zindagi se nafrat hai...

by ahmedehan @ Saturday, 13. Oct, 2007 - 08:40:50

I have been the good guy all along. I have always tried my best. I have been good to all my family and friends. but the life seems to take a revenge. The revenge of a crime i never did. Im not innocent. but I just cant understand why I had to go through all this. Am I so evil? God doesnt seem to listen to my heart. He doesnt seem to see whats happening. they say He never puts a burden which is too much for a soul. Does that mean I am capable of going through this? No! I cant. Im tired. Im helpless. Why do they call it life when one struggles towards death? I know im not living. All I can be sure is I will die. And Im slowly proceeding to it. And the journey seems to be worse than perhaps the death itself. God! why? why me? Nothing seems to be alright in my entire journey to death. thats why I hate this thing they call life...
:'(:'(:'(
life

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