Why Would I Write

Category: Thoughts

  • Random handphone notes.

    You know what, I think there’s a nudist inside me. When I know I’m home alone, I walk around the house naked before I enter the shower. I have no idea why I do it, but I do.

    Fuel is too cheap in Malaysia. What? Yes that’s right. Why do I say such things? Look at how many mat rempits there are on the road. Imagine if fuel cost rm10/liter. Would people still be throwing money away like that? Exactly.They wouldn’t even be able to afford it. We’d see less souped up Protons on the streets. It would rid KL of at least half it’s eye/ear sores inducing pollution. Leave racing to people in super cars with money, and on the race track.

    People who get off elevators on the wrong floor are funny. Today, I was waiting for the lift to go down to the first floor, when it arrived and out rushed a lady. She took a few steps, looked left and realized she was on the wrong floor and came back in. I mean come on, she traveled down maybe two floors (I assumed she came in about two floors above me, cos the lights indicated a pause on that floor) and rushed out. If an elevator went that fast I’d be afraid.

    I checked my blog stats (haven’t done that in awhile) and I noticed I still get the same amount of hits on my blog even though I don’t update as frequent as before. Who are these people?! Checking out my blog everyday for updates -_- I will try to write more. It helps keep my English in check as well. I think.

  • 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.

  • Train of Love

    You know you’ve been on the LRT for much too long when you see relationships grow. I started taking the train to work about a year back? Maybe even longer, I don’t remember. When I first started taking the train there was this girl and guy who got one at different stops (one after the other) and they got off at the same stop as me.

    When I first saw them, they weren’t really close. They mostly stood against the wall of the train, engrossed in their story books they would bring. When they got off the train, they would sit/stand next to each other waiting for the bus or taxi. And when they got on the bus/taxi they would sit next to each other, but they would hardly say a word to each other.

    As time passed I saw them talking to each other more. And soon they weren’t reading books anymore, but chatting instead. At this point I stopped taking the LRT for awhile (cos of the landslide, I wasn’t staying at my place in ampang) and drove to work instead. Fast forward to early this year.. I think February/March, when I started taking the train again, I noticed the both of them again. But this time, they were holding hands and cuddling with each other!

    It felt special. It was like watching a little bud bloom into a pretty flower.