wishful thinking

yesterday, the taxi driver who took me to klia rumbled about how the price of goods & food has increased tremendeously over the years. for example, a specific brand of butter which he has always bought used to cost RM7++ but one shocking day, it suddenly cost RM12++. how come i didn't really notice or take notice that prices of goods & food have increased? but i do realize that with each passing year & with each salary increment, my nett salary minus all those expenses is almost the same. maybe my "kerak" is increasing as well? back to the taxi driver. he's also paying RM165 per day for the hire purchase of his taxi. i was deadly surprised! so, how does he manage to pay? he simply has to make many trips per day. min 4. max 6-7 but that would make him work until late night. his car, waja, can utilize natural gas as well. a ngv. however, i was told that newer versions of waja running on campro engine performs badly on gas. it jerks every once in a while. he claimed that other cars do not have the same problem. well, what else can I say about malaysian cars? after all, i'm also using waja now. i'm lucky that my engine is mitsubishi.

today, i was initially being the sole makmum for an imam during afternoon prayer. so, i stood a little bit behind him to his right. later, a distinguished gentleman came and stood on my right horizontally. actually, he's supposed to stand directly behind the imam & then, i was supposed to move back joining him in the newly formed line/rank/"saf". so, i was perplexed not knowing what to do, whether to move to the back like i normally do, leaving him at the front right or not. so, i did nothing but just followed the imam. that gentleman did the same thing as well. i should ask an ulama about this scenario.

i'd like to be an avid reader but i just could not be one. any advice? i think i've bought reasonably a lot of books but so far only managed to finish a few of them. i also would like to be a musician/songwriter. of course, just for fun & as a hobby. but, now, no new songs have come out of my head after the 12th or so song composed like 10 or 11 years ago. writing a novel? that looks even remotely possible. meaning nearly impossible. but anything can happen. hopefully, this boring blog of mine will serve as a starting point for me to let the creative part of me, if any, flow smoothly. and get it caressed so that it will blossom over time. just a wishful thinking of a nobody. (note: nobody is perfect)