Why Would I Write

Category: Rants

  • There are forces at work trying to kill me.. or at least ruin my life.

    Blogs are for ranting eh?

    Or at least bitching about life. Well here goes- today’s post is dedicated to my darling bitch of a car. Yeah that’s right. We broke up today. She’s let me down too many times, no matter how hard I tried to patch things up, she just keeps on fucking around.

    This morning, I parked my car nearby the office, turned off my engine and started to get my things to get out of the car. All of a sudden I heard a loud popping sound. I turned around, expecting to see the cause of the noise. I didn’t see anything. I turned back to the front and saw smoke exhaling from my car’s bonnet. ‘Motherfuck!’

    I got out of the car and saw water from my car flowing down the road. ‘Shit!’

    At this point in time, I started to think to myself, what the fuck in the world did I do to deserve this? I had my car serviced recently (on Saturday) and everything seemed fine on the way to work. Anyway, to cut the story short, I called up the insurance road ranger, they sent a tow truck, towed my car to the workshop, and got it fixed- it was just a broken water hose. End of story.

    Not.

    Let’s fast forward to about 11.45pm (I managed to catch the clock at 11.34 tonight too)- I’m a few minutes away from home, going down a hill. I needed to decelerate because I was reaching a bump. I pumped the brakes. Nothing happened. My car continued going at the same speed (fortunately I am a slow driver- not that I suck in driving, I choose to drive slowly most of the time), and I went over the bump. I thought to myself ‘maybe it’s just my imagination, my car shouldn’t be failing, not now anyway’. And continued my journey. I reached another bump and tried hitting the brakes again. No response. ‘Fuck’.

    Cut the short story short- I turned on my hazard lights and continued driving home with the aid of my emergency handbrake.

    Fast forward about 20 minutes later. I’m back home, showered and sitting in front of the computer typing this. I know I should be fortunate, every time my car broke down, it wasn’t in the middle of nowhere. Middle of a busy traffic light? Check. At a petrol station? Check. In my carpark? Check. Nearby my office? Check. And I’m thankful for that. But then again, when you think about it- cars shouldn’t be breaking down so often right? I don’t know about you, but it never feels good to call home about the bad news. I guess that’s the problem with driving an ancient car. An ancient car that wasn’t well maintained when in its prime.

    My boss told me today ‘how many more excuses can you give about your car?’
    Not a good sign.

    Even Raelene thought it was sign we shouldn’t see each other anymore, cos my car kept breaking down on the day I was supposed to go out with her.

    Well, today is the day I officially give up on my car.

    You’ve served me well, my dear machine. But there’s a line that’s been drawn and you’ve overstepped your boundaries. I’ll get your brakes fixed up and sell you to someone else. And if nobody wants you, I don’t want you anymore either. It’s time to move on.

  • A dent in the door.

    So this morning I woke up to a dent in the passenger door of my car. Nothing much to say except I felt like this the whole day.

    I kept thinking to myself, ‘if I ever catch the fucker who did this, I’d smash the car into his face’.

    Seriously, what do people gain from vandalizing other people’s cars? Fine, maybe there’s some satisfaction if they did something like double park and blocked your exit. But I didn’t do anything to this guy, whoever he was. I was parked in the same spot I’ve been parking at for the past few years and never had any trouble with anybody before.. BAH. I can’t even bring myself to write about it. Anyways I gotta spend some money to get it fixed. I have no evidence to file a police report. I can’t claim insurance without losing my NCP, so guess I’ll have to fork out money to get it fixed.

    Fuckers.

    In other news, I should be playing at cloth and clef this Saturday night (if it’s on..i’ll have to confirm it) Come check out the show if you’re free.

    EDIT, I’ll be playing tonight 🙂

  • The LRT fascinates me.


    (an obvious photshop lol)

    After taking the LRT for the past few months, I made some notes about my daily commute.

    – People never seem to move to the back of the trains. Yes I know there’s no back since technically there are 2 heads, it just depends on which way they are going- what I’m referring to are the sections of the carriages that aren’t right in front of the doors i.e. the area where the carriages are connected, or the place in front of the seats. All they ever do is crowd around the door. Seriously, I find this real annoying. You wait 20 mins for a train to arrive at the station (cos there’s a long line in front of you). When the train arrives, you see tonnes of space in the ‘back’, but you can’t get to it because of every fucking idiot standing right in front of the fucking door.

    It is understandable if you were going to get off at the next stop, then by all means wait in front of the door. But no! These fuckers don’t get off at the next stop. They just stand in front of and stop people from coming into the train when there is obviously so much space for them to go to at the back. These people are fucking inconveniences. I mean come fucking on, what is wrong with these people? Do they own the train? Do they lose anything if, god forbid, the train utilizes its maximum passenger capacity? Whenever I get on the train, I always move to the ‘back’ and most of the time I get surprised at how empty it is.

    – I wonder which is dirtier- the hanging strap or the railing? Which part of the train is the cleanest part to hold? If there was some way to measure, I would. But as of now, from personal observations, the cleanest part of the train to hold while you are travelling is the roof. Nobody seems to touch it, and therefore it is the least contaminated area of the train. But most of the time I’m just leaning against a wall and or railing, not holding anything with my hands (they are used for air-guitar or air-keyboard).

    Which is the safest part of the train to be in? The strongest part of the train? I would say the middle of the train would be the best part- in the event the head or tail collides with another train or gets sandwiched from the front and back, I think the people in the middle would survive :p

    The coolest part of the train would be the section where the trains connect (for the Putra LRT, I don’t take the Star line so I can’t help you guys with that). There is an air vent in the middle of the train that blows cool air in. The best place to cool off after a long trek to the LRT station.

    The best view? I would say somewhere near the doors. Cos I’ve noticed that hot girls either sit down or stand somewhere near the doors. They hardly (if ever) come to the ‘back’ of the train.

    – The other day I thought of a cool idea- if you want to break up with a girl, do it on a moving train! In the event it turns out ugly, you can just get off at the next stop just before the doors close! HAHA! I am a genius.