Why Would I Write

Category: Thoughts

  • 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.

  • Go on, get up, get out, don’t even think about it.

    So now I’ve pretty much settled back into my ‘normal’ life at home (with internet), I have time to sit down and write again. Oh its 2.44 am and I should be in bed, but I’m not tired. And it’s been a long time since I’ve written something meaningful and worth reading, and I’m not doing anything productive at the moment, so I might as well start.

    You know, sometimes- no wait, a lot of times the journey to someplace is more fun than when you arrive at the destination itself. Long road trips in cars with friends (and sometimes people that you’ve just met) are some of the most interesting experiences you can have. All sorts of crazy conversation topics come up (i.e. if your dad is dying and the only way for him to survive is for him to fuck you- in the ass, would you save him?), and once in awhile you get random confessions out of the blue (no I’m not typing any here!). But yeah, people come up with pretty much anything just to kill the silence.

    Then you have the smelling game. Once in awhile somebody will smell a fart. And the blame is passed around. Sometimes you’ll smell something good when the windows are open. Sometimes its the smell of rubbish. Fried chicken (why do we always smell KFC?!). Fresh air.

    Then you have people sleeping. Making faces in their sleep, drooling, snoring and muttering to themselves. Suddenly waking up, yelling something and then falling asleep again. Taking photographs of them in funny poses. Waking them up.

    Getting lost on the way. Wrong turns in the middle of the night, with the fuel gauge low and patience wearing thin. Driving with the need to use the toilet. Especially when you just passed the rest stop 10 minutes ago. Ghost stories. Jokes. Reminiscing about the past. Talking about what you’re going to do once you reach there. Spotting weird/stupid bumper stickers and ads. Laughing at rice. Jokes about getting kidnapped and sold as slaves/prostitutes. Singing along to your favorite songs.

    Trips to the airport and sending people off suck though. Especially once you reach the airport, and you send that person off. The holding back of tears, the long goodbyes. And then the long ride back home.

    Somehow it just doesn’t seem so fun anymore.