He, stole my blog website and then came screwing me for not posting anything about him on my page. Well, dear Kenny, I shall dedicate one full entry on you now. You can thank me later on.
He was sort of invinsible at first. I have never noticed him during my first few months as a newbie. It all started during that trip to Bangkok where he was trying to hit on a friend of mine, in an airplane! Boy, I still remember how loud you've been. The rest, as they say, is history.
We 'formed' a gang at work. Like a mob. Hah! People knew us as "Kenny's gang". Now since when did we agreed on electing you as the leader? Nevertheless, the gang continued. And people recognised us based on that. We became usual companions for lunches and dinners. It then extended to suppers, outings, drinks, trips and what-so-ever.
He, is someone so very full of stories. Full of issues. Full of exaggerations. Full of crap. A drama king. If you are ever a writer, I guess you'd never be out of materials to publish. Lost wallets, lost phones, car accidents, misplaced keys, break-ups, hospitalisation, arguments, emergencies, hard feelings...One pretty messed up life. Every other week, he'll have some story to share. And each time he'll go, "Do you know how serious it is ah?" "Yes. Yes. Your everything is always very serious..." Sometimes, you'd wonder if you should believe the whole thing or only part of it. =P
Actually, now I know why he is deemed leader. Cause all of us have to put up with his requets. For fear that the sensitive side of him would erupt. Yes, he is definitely one sensitive young man. Admit it! He was in a bad mood. He called for a drink at mid-night. Yes, boss. You have to come out. He has an emergency outstation. He wanted some company. Yes, boss. You have to go along. He asked you for dinner. He asked you on what to eat. You tell him so. He said no, he wanted something else. Yes, boss. What ever you say. He didn't see you for a while. When he finally does, instead of a "How you've been?", he went, "Eh, pinjam phone. Emergency". Yes, boss. You can have it for as long as you wish. He wanted Secret Recipe. You went along. At the end of it, he says, "Eh, today no money. Pay for me first". Yes, boss. You can repay me back next year. He agreed to pick you up. You called when he didn't show up after half an hour. He said he'll be an hour late without any reason. Yes, boss. You can wait forever. If you don't comply, he'll end up sulking in some corner and wouldn't even say hello when you pass by. That's Kenny for you.
This week marks his last days with the firm. And next week, he'll be totally out of town. I am still waiting for that personalised farewell mail that he promised. Lets see what's his last words are. It is with mixed feelings to see him go. On one hand, we would no longer have to put up with his erratic behaviour. On the other hand, hate to say it, but I will surely miss you.
Gone will be your donkeys, monkeys and chickens...Gone will be your companionships late at nights and on weekends...Gone will be your "Staying late ar? Dinner?"...Gone will be your "Eh, pinjam tag..." Gone will be you fooling around at work...Gone will be you invading my laptop...Gone will be you coming in late and asking for lunch at 11 in the morning...Gone will be you asking for clubbings...Gone will be your all-famous Shakira moves...Gone will be you sneaking up behind me... Gone will be all the heart-to-heart talks...Gone will be your "from the bottom of my xxx" ....
He was sort of invinsible at first. I have never noticed him during my first few months as a newbie. It all started during that trip to Bangkok where he was trying to hit on a friend of mine, in an airplane! Boy, I still remember how loud you've been. The rest, as they say, is history.
We 'formed' a gang at work. Like a mob. Hah! People knew us as "Kenny's gang". Now since when did we agreed on electing you as the leader? Nevertheless, the gang continued. And people recognised us based on that. We became usual companions for lunches and dinners. It then extended to suppers, outings, drinks, trips and what-so-ever.
He, is someone so very full of stories. Full of issues. Full of exaggerations. Full of crap. A drama king. If you are ever a writer, I guess you'd never be out of materials to publish. Lost wallets, lost phones, car accidents, misplaced keys, break-ups, hospitalisation, arguments, emergencies, hard feelings...One pretty messed up life. Every other week, he'll have some story to share. And each time he'll go, "Do you know how serious it is ah?" "Yes. Yes. Your everything is always very serious..." Sometimes, you'd wonder if you should believe the whole thing or only part of it. =P
Actually, now I know why he is deemed leader. Cause all of us have to put up with his requets. For fear that the sensitive side of him would erupt. Yes, he is definitely one sensitive young man. Admit it! He was in a bad mood. He called for a drink at mid-night. Yes, boss. You have to come out. He has an emergency outstation. He wanted some company. Yes, boss. You have to go along. He asked you for dinner. He asked you on what to eat. You tell him so. He said no, he wanted something else. Yes, boss. What ever you say. He didn't see you for a while. When he finally does, instead of a "How you've been?", he went, "Eh, pinjam phone. Emergency". Yes, boss. You can have it for as long as you wish. He wanted Secret Recipe. You went along. At the end of it, he says, "Eh, today no money. Pay for me first". Yes, boss. You can repay me back next year. He agreed to pick you up. You called when he didn't show up after half an hour. He said he'll be an hour late without any reason. Yes, boss. You can wait forever. If you don't comply, he'll end up sulking in some corner and wouldn't even say hello when you pass by. That's Kenny for you.
This week marks his last days with the firm. And next week, he'll be totally out of town. I am still waiting for that personalised farewell mail that he promised. Lets see what's his last words are. It is with mixed feelings to see him go. On one hand, we would no longer have to put up with his erratic behaviour. On the other hand, hate to say it, but I will surely miss you.
Gone will be your donkeys, monkeys and chickens...Gone will be your companionships late at nights and on weekends...Gone will be your "Staying late ar? Dinner?"...Gone will be your "Eh, pinjam tag..." Gone will be you fooling around at work...Gone will be you invading my laptop...Gone will be you coming in late and asking for lunch at 11 in the morning...Gone will be you asking for clubbings...Gone will be your all-famous Shakira moves...Gone will be you sneaking up behind me... Gone will be all the heart-to-heart talks...Gone will be your "from the bottom of my xxx" ....
It has been 2 years. And it was indeed a pleasure getting to know your acquaintance. You leaving would be a loss. But still, all the best for your chosen path. Hope you find happiness and the life that you seek. Take good care of yourself. Do keep in touch. Errr, I think that is going to be a problem. Since not many has been able to be in touch with you. No. Since NOBODY has been able to be in touch with you. (Ahem! Faham-faham lah)
So long, friend...
Farewell...
Till we meet again....
Till we meet again....
*Isn't he just charming? WAHAHHAHA!*
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