Moving on.

So what have you done recently to announce that you're ready for the next stage in life? Or somehow change something that's been you for a long while, to shake off a bad string of unfortunates? I've a good buddy change his screen name for the first time in 8 years, because according to him, it's been bad luck. Another decided that she's done with blogging, just because that she's been doing it for the past 4 years and she's now looking forward to life with a little less internet. Dad quit smoking sometime last year, and he's been great, from what i've heard. What about you? I don't know about you guys, but i think i'm about to move on from something, too. I've been known as Kusa for almost 8 years now. At one stage, more people knew me as Kusa instead of Hafiez, and that's due to the whole IRC thing in 1998 spilling over to real life. Some people asked if i am a Tengku (nope, not a drop of royalty blood in me). It came to a point where i embraced that name so much, that i stopped introducing myself as Hafiez. You just can't beat that feeling of being somewhat anonymous to a certain extent, while being in person. I guess in the spirit of moving on-ness, in person, I'll stop introducing myself as Kusa. Not that i've been doing that much lately, but it's a start in search of my true self (wah) and to do that, i'll have to make sure that new people will know me as who i really am. Unless there's internet involved, of course. Nobody on the internet is being themselves anyway! Oh. btw. Graduate of the Subway School of Franchisees. Look for the shiniest face.

How to overcomplicate a very uncomplicated system.

Stumbled over at The Brisbane Window. Thanks, Russell! INT: JUST OUTSIDE BRISSIE IN A SHITTY, SHITTY SHOPPING CENTRE. Russell Allen runs to Subway as he is hungry and it is the only non-toxic place for miles (or indeed kilometres). R.A.: Can I have a 6 incher. Chicken Teriyaki, Toasted on ‘Erb Bread. Pulease! Quite Possibly The Dumbest Cunt In Humanity: Can You Use The Kiosk? R.A.: … QPTDCIH: … R.A.: The where? QPTDCIH: The kiosk. R.A.: I can’t see a kiosk. QPTDCIH: Just in front of you. *glance down at a touch screen* R.A.: A kiosk is like a small hutty thing, containing an old man with a flat cap that ordinarily sells newspapers and chewing gum et cetera. QPTDCIH: … R.A.: This is a screen. Kiosks don’t normally feature screens. Operatic radio maybe… QPTDCIH: Can you order using the kiosk. R.A.: If I could see a kiosk I would use it. Can I just order through you? QPTDCIH: No. The kiosk has been installed to help with ordering. R.A.: I told you my order. Can you not take it? *Looks around* R.A.: I’m the only person here. There’s not even anyone next door or the place after. QPTDCIH: No. The kiosk has been installed to help with ordering. And it makes the process quicker. R.A.: Quicker?!!? You haven’t even taken my order yet and in any other Subway we’d be done by now. I’d be on my third friggin cookie. QPTDCIH: … R.A.: OK. *Looks at screen and reads one word* R.A.: I’ve got a problem. QPTDCIH: What’s that? Can I help? R.A.: I can’t read. QPTDCIH: Yes you can. You read the menu on the way in. R.A.: I didn’t. I was looking at the pictures. QPTDCIH: … R.A.: Besides, even if I could read, which I cannot, I’ve got no fingers. I only know about kiosks because my dad used to hold the newspaper and read it to me QPTDCIH: … *Dumbest Cunt Looks At My Hands* QPTDCIH: You have fingers. R.A.: Yes, I physically have fingers but I can’t use them. See. *bends over and pats shoelaces in a flaccid manner* R.A.: I can’t even tie my shoelaces. I need my friend who’s driving the car the feed me the sub while I’m…he’s driving. I even have to carry the sandwich with my elbows. It’s very difficult. You’ll even have to get the money out of my pocket. QPTDCIH: Are you serious? R.A: No. But if I was were you going to take my friggin order? QPTDCIH: … *Looks at screen again. Presses a few things* R.A: What’s Carrot? QPTDCIH: …