Ninjas in the night!

Yesterday was my aunt's daughter's wedding. (ate two whole abalones!) But that's not the point of this post. The point of this post is more focused on the journey back home, because there was this one particular moment during the journey where i felt like I was high with ecstacy (literally). So exciting!

After the dinner was done and over with, in order to master my Michael Schumacher-like driving talents, my dad suggested that I take the trunk roads home; all the way from Lukut (near Port Dickson) and back to Subang.

SO, roughly 15 minutes into the journey home, I almost almost almost (almost x 3 to signify how close I was) made this motorbike dude taste them 17" Bridgestone Turanza ER33 tyres for riding his damned bike without ANY of his lights on. His backlight is fused, that's for sure.

Not sure about his headlamps though, because if it was functioning, it was as useful as when it was not; that useful. Nobody knows. But what I do know is that if I noticed him literally fraction of a second late, his guts would've been spewed all over the road. And I would have pee-ed all over my pants.

Well its partially my fault for driving at a speed of +/- 110 km/h on those winding pitch dark roads but come on! If he had that distinct red light on the back of his bike working i'd have easily seen him from miles away.

But NOOO, he HAD to be within the radius of my car's headlamps for him to be seen. And at that speed, he had to be seen, pronto. Fortunately for him my car's headlamps were bright and my reactions fast enough to spot him as soon as he entered my vision, otherwise confirm he bye bye lah.

So here's pretty much what was going on in the car, Seconds From Disaster (get the pun?):

Me: *driving with 100% concentration*

Dad: *co-driver in the backseat making sure I don't climb coconut trees, that makes it 200% concentration*

Bro: *next to me listening to his iPod with his eyes closed* UTTERLY USELESS!

Mom: *at the backseat dozing off*

Me: ZOMG HOLY NINJA! *slams brake*

Dad: That's what I was talking about just now! (he told me what to be aware of when driving in these conditions half an hour back)

Mom: Aiyooooooooo!

Bro: Woahhhhh! WAOAWAOWOWOAWANUNCHUCKS!

So yeah that's about it bye bye!

Curiosity.

How does one endure driving in the fast lane at a constant speed of 40km/h?

It's like gazing at a big giant serving of lobster thermidor that is right under your nose while resisting the temptation to gobble it down.

Torturous.

Beavis and Butthead

Grandfather story of the day:

As I was driving home from college, I noticed there was this plastic-tape-thingi (those you find inside cassettes) dangling from my antenna at the back of the car while swaying back and forth against my rear windshield. And since awesome people don't drive while there's plastic-tape dangling from their cars, I stopped by a bus-stop along the highway and got out to remove it.

And just when I was about to get back in the car, this haggard looking dude literally came up from nowhere (if I was alone in the jungle at night I would've definitely shrieked my lungs out) and asked me,

"Encik ada satu ringgit tak saya tiada wang dan perlu naik bas ke Rawang sebab ada kecemasan"

It took him less than three seconds to blurt that whole sentence out and I only managed to catch the words "satu ringgit" and "bas ke rawang", because I was partly furious at that plastic-tape thingi for disrupting my journey. (Plastic makes me angry. Don't ask.)

As I was taking my own sweet time to contemplate on whether I should reach for my wallet and spare him a buck, (I was worried that if i don't he might rape me before chopping me into itsy-bitsy pieces to be cooked with his curry) I saw IT.

IT was in his right hand; a lit cigarette.

Because if this guy can afford a pack of cigarettes, I don't see why can't he purchase an inexpensive bus ticket. And if I did give him the money, i'm certain he'd use it to purchase another pack of cigarettes anyway. So I thought i'd do him a favour to curb his addiction, hence I politely declined before getting back into my car.

But as I was about to shut the door, he placed his smudgy hands on the top of my opened door and prevented me from closing it. (I could've forced it closed but that'd just be rude, right?) So being concerned of my own safety and having tolerated enough of this persistent prick, I reached for my trusty bright yellow tipped steering wheel lock that was placed at my feet with the intention of giving him a free taste. But disappointingly, he backed off as soon as I lifted it up. Too bad, I really needed to relieve some of the stress i'm accumulating from college.

After all that drama was done with, I slammed my door shut, engaged my gear to "D", released the parking brake and off I went; continuing my journey as I drove off towards the distant setting sun.

Err..

ಠ_ಠ

Wookay!

At the rate my assignments are starting to pour in, pile it up and it shall be the new stairway to heaven!

A new beginning. (again)

Today is my first official day in college.

To start it off, the lecturer that was SUPPOSED to attend my first class which was at 10am vanished. But apparently he posted a little notice on the Taylors Online thingamajig a few days back but apparently nobody read it. (because those who did didn't turn up, obviously). So can't blame him.

And there was this heavy task of answering 4 deep questions, which are:

1) What does communication mean to you? Example?

2) What does mass communication mean to you? Example?

3) Why did you choose this course?

4) What is your aspiration?

Having only used my brains during a handful of occasions in the past 5 months, I have to admit that I hesitated slightly as I was contemplating on how am I to answer those four cryptic questions which required more than just a sentence as an answer in such a limited amount of time. But eventually I did it anyway so its no big deal.

Don't ask me what my answers were, can't remember a page long essay. But I remember it being slightly repetitive though. Not that it was for my finals anyway so no big.

And tomorrow, we venture into day two!

Orientation? More like disorientation.

I'm so tired even describing how tired I currently am is tiring.

Tomorrow DISorientation round 2 ok!

Coreage aka college.

Tomorrow orientation liao,

after 5 months of doing nothing liao.

Hopefully I can make new friends liao,

otherwise I sure jialat liao.

Ching chong, nip nong nong!

Err that picture above isn't meant to offend anyone in case you were wondering about its intentions.

Well anyway if you have not been living under a rock for the past few days i'm sure you'd have heard about all the fuss over who has the rights to use THE word, 'Allah'. A few days after the court declared that the word is legal to be used by anyone of any race and religion, you wake up in the morning to find that three churches have been torched with molotovs.

Sigh, I can't seem to understand those people who seem to get self-satisfaction and a kick in their insignificant lives from executing infantile actions such as that. At least have some dignity for Allah's God's sake. Manning up to it and you'll gain my respect to say the least. But torching the place and running with your tail inbetween your legs? That just comes to show how cowardly and pathetic you really are.

Oh well, time for our dearest PM to wake up and smell the coffee if he wants his 1Malaysia vision to become a reality! (within the next 100 years)

Mememe.

These, my friends, are the Monster® Turbine™ Pro Gold Professional In-Ear Speakers™

Probably one of the best earphones you can get out there. And based on various reviews, it does perform as good as it looks. Hence it being called "In-Ear Speakers" instead of earphones.

Because generally speakers > earphones and blah.

But as we all know, good stuff don't come cheap.

When I first saw these babies online, they were priced at 299.95.

Slightly on the steep side but it's understandable since what you pay for is what you get.

It was then I realized that the price I was looking at was too good to be true. 299.95 for a pair of earspeakers which name even SOUNDS expensive?

Yeah, who am I kidding, of course the price wasn't in Malaysian ringgit. Ignorant me.

Instead it was in horrendous USD.

Which would sum up the price tag to a sexy Rm1,019.38.

BLEARGHGHEHGAHSIHIODEWOIDASOIDKNUNCHUCKSUDOKU.

Errr..

Thank you mom and dad! :D

Into the unknown.

My brain does not have a shutdown button.

As long as my mind is constantly thinking and processing, I feel oblivious to the need to sleep even though the blind could tell that 10 minutes earlier I was as good as a walking human carapace; the body is there whereas the mind is clearly roaming somewhere else.

But as soon I lie on my bed and my mind starts to wander into the unknown, I start to feel as alive and alert as ever. Sleep would no longer be a necessity; staying up all night is the new craze now.

That's why sometimes I have a hard time sleeping and the process of composing the previous post kept me wide awake till 4 in the morning and yet I still felt like I took a cup of water laced with a kilogram of steroids; full of energy and zip. All this wouldn't happen if I cut the habit of thinking and pondering about everything that this entire cosmos has to offer.

But it sure it captivates me just thinking about the reasons for the existence of stuff like us humans and not to mention musing over what lies on the other end of space; if there is an end to it.

Come to think of it, I did drink a strong cup of coffee yesterday afternoon. But that's not the point. I don't drink coffee everyday and even if I did I don't have any difficulties sleeping later in the night.

Or maybe, just maybe i'm suffering from an early stage of insomnia.

Oh god I need to start consulting a psychiatrist.

Your eighteenth birthday is more overrated than Michael Jackson.

Because I do not see the need to get all euphoric from being 18 years old.

If you asked me how it feels like being officially "legal", I would tell you it felt just like my 17th birthday; and the previous 16 birthdays before it. Not that I can recall that far back in time but you get the point. It's basically just another number that signifies you have officially grown a year older. Wiser? Probably not.

So you say you're all excited and psyched up because you're "legal" to do what typical 18 year olds are permitted to do - which one way or another has to revolve around beer, nightclubs and cigarettes. But come to think of it, has the "18 and above only" rule ever bothered you or for that matter anyone from entering nightclubs and purchasing cigarettes from their local grocery store as often as they please? I don't think so. I can even imagine someone who has barely reached puberty partying the night away with beer bottles clenched in their hands and their eyes gazing blankly into the heavens above.

People commonly have the misconception that being "legal" gives you the right to do whatever it is that isn't illegal but the reality is simple. Even though you aren't of the legal age, whatever you do isn't illegal as long as you don't get caught. Simple!

For example, stealing an apple from a fruit shop - as long as you don't get caught, the shopowner would most likely not notice an apple being missing from the stash and you get away scot free. But if you do get caught, you get involved in a massive shitstorm which ends up in you getting a hefty fine which could probably buy you enough apples to last a lifetime.

So back to my point. I'm 18, but I somehow don't feel the urge to get drunk from drinking pints and pints of Henieken and/or Tiger beer nor do I feel like smoking a carton of Dunhill and Salem like a human chimney. Call me pathetic but i'm the type of person who thinks that smokers especially those who think its exceptionally cool to smoke should just save their money and jump off a cliff. I'm not being harsh, i'm only saving you the trouble as if and when your health deteriorates and you start getting all sorts of cancers, it would be your family and even your relatives that would have to bare with the expenses and the emotional roller coaster ride. No thanks to that impenetrable brain of yours of course.

And no, I'm not being a sourpuss.

I'm only giving you a heavy dosage of reality.