alexander graham bell. thank u sir. may u rest in peace.

that fella invented the phone. one weird guy to invent something appalling. the phone, as we all know, have been our main source of gettin in touch with friends, our first step to knowing that new person from Friendster / IRC *snorts*, the device thats constantly hearing our sweet pews of good night wishes / profanities to a loved one / doing that having sex routine without ..well literally doing it / gettin that 5 mins of fame by airing our voices on national radio.

i have been gettin in touch with the people whom i love, all thanks to my 49 bucks phone ("Sally") that stood rigidly on the table in my room. how'd i know, this time last year, that the ppl whom i have been confiding in on matters of the heart / life / money is gazillion metres away from me. mom, dip and nizam. all gone. but with the help of Sally, i get to talk to them like.. everyday! haha. sure, i'll try my darnest not to look horrified and absurd when the phone bill arrives.. going "no.. thats not my fault!!"

so yesterday, there weren't that many nice shows on tv, besides Mighty Ducks of course (back then i was Julie Gaffney err.. the other girl was Sheen, and the guys are like sudip, ath, wan, khir... so on and so forth) that left a smile on my face, reminiscing abt those sec school times when me and the guys had our skates on, and they played roller hockey at my void deck. hrmm... nice. so anyways yes as i was sayin, there werent that many nice shows on tv and liverpool's givin me that drowsy effect, i decide to use the phone and call up some friends. t'was around 11pm. still early, i feel. i spoke to Darrell de cruz, for abt 10 mins cos he's meetin Tom for coffee. then called up my sexy cousin, taufiq, and blabbered about our family life (again) and.... yah he's attached now. why do i have this funny feeling inside me..? nvm.

return call to d: she's probly asleep by then. called ath: no answer. called imran: nice song on the voice mail. called zam: the ringing tone in qatar is music to my ears, really. called my sister: no help at all.

so i called myself. i mean i talked to myself... before i fell asleep after that last conversation abt kofi annan and bananas in pajamas ... whats the affiliation between those 2 (or 3)? you might be surprised.. :)