saturday again,
and it's great not to be working.
it's great not to be shopping.
it's great just doing nothing at all.
when we were young, we used to be so eager to be on the outside of the house, to meet new friends and make new adventures.
but now when were older, we see loads of people everyday, and not all of them are interesting, the best things in life is to stay away and let silence take control.
even cleaning my whole house never felt so good, as long as there's nobody in sight nobody to bother about, just my TV on the food channels and my laptop to scribble my feelings before i forget that i actually once was a sane person.
even just the sound of my fans and my leaking pipes are enough company to keep me at peace.
because a day and half more, i continue to be enslaved.
cherish the moments.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
it's about time
the weekend of weekends had just passed me by
nothing spectacular yet nothing mundane was involved
i decided to help my friend in his tattoo business and get my very first tat
on my inner right arm, yes it hurts, no the pain doesnt numb out, and i could have probably slept through it because i was so freakin tired before i got started.
apart from working 5 days a week, i drove to seremban before the tat to help my friend's mom with some household stuff, weirdly enough i would be visiting n9 the very next day to cover the first leg of the malaysian rally championships.
not the most interesting of sports but the people involved are one of the nicest in the entire world, so i think they deserved the exposure.
so fast forward flashback to sunday in the wee hours of the morning , while semi-recovering from getting inked over 4 hours i headed with my ap to bahau, a small town in the district of jempol in the freakin hell of nowhere!
it's kinda like close from the border of n9 to pahang.
and it's trunk round from around before kuala pilah to the destination which was the hotel base camp, era hotel, which sounded like the swankiest thing in the middle of freakin nowhere!
so getting in the rally mood i decided to overtake anybody i could because the sun was coming up and we kinda wasted time at one of the highway stops to try and buy KFC but the it was too freakin early in the morning and all they had was sausages and all the other shit in the breakfast package.
so obviously we didnt have any of that shit.
fastforward flashback to the rally, we reached the hotel bang on time just before the last media van headed off, i thanked the heavens that i didnt get into any accidents trying to overtake the million lorries and trailers enroute to our checkpoint.
the rally overall, good as usual, we wrapped up at about 2 something but we had to wait another 2 hours for the prize giving ceremony, so we crashed into one of the PR personnels hotel rooms.
i took a bath and changed my tat dressing, and eventually knocked out due to the exhaustion.
we got the prize giving over and done with soon enough, and we were glad to continue rallying home.
but there was something in our way.
a very big thing
a freakin mountain/hill, i dont really know what to classify it apart from being the DEVILS pimple on this earth.
it was about 20km jammed up to the top of the beast and at alot of times traffic was on a standstill, not suprising since there was only one freakin lane for each side of the traffic. talk about zero transportation development, thanks a lot sammy, i wonder why nobody gives a rat ass about you anymore.
so in short it took us only 2 hours to leave from USJ to Bahau, but it took us 2hours just to get past the mountain, and hell, there wasnt even any accidents or construction work, it was like a freakin phenomenon after getting past the summit everything was free flowing.
I hate all you drivers who cant just speed it up!!! cant you see that everybody is jammed up behind you!!!!
you will burn in hell with your car!
fastfowardflashback
at least nobody died, although we wanted to see blood, so went on to head to the senawang exit of the north-south.
and while we were crossing the overhead bridge we could see the entire highway jammed up,
we flipped , we cried, we laughed, we were glad the opposition are slowly leveling things up.
we even almost ran out of fuel.
it was the worst of driving experiences it was the best of driving experiences.
i know i'll never forget it, but i figured i jot it down just in case i did.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK all the useless drivers and transportation planners out there.
nothing spectacular yet nothing mundane was involved
i decided to help my friend in his tattoo business and get my very first tat
on my inner right arm, yes it hurts, no the pain doesnt numb out, and i could have probably slept through it because i was so freakin tired before i got started.
apart from working 5 days a week, i drove to seremban before the tat to help my friend's mom with some household stuff, weirdly enough i would be visiting n9 the very next day to cover the first leg of the malaysian rally championships.
not the most interesting of sports but the people involved are one of the nicest in the entire world, so i think they deserved the exposure.
so fast forward flashback to sunday in the wee hours of the morning , while semi-recovering from getting inked over 4 hours i headed with my ap to bahau, a small town in the district of jempol in the freakin hell of nowhere!
it's kinda like close from the border of n9 to pahang.
and it's trunk round from around before kuala pilah to the destination which was the hotel base camp, era hotel, which sounded like the swankiest thing in the middle of freakin nowhere!
so getting in the rally mood i decided to overtake anybody i could because the sun was coming up and we kinda wasted time at one of the highway stops to try and buy KFC but the it was too freakin early in the morning and all they had was sausages and all the other shit in the breakfast package.
so obviously we didnt have any of that shit.
fastforward flashback to the rally, we reached the hotel bang on time just before the last media van headed off, i thanked the heavens that i didnt get into any accidents trying to overtake the million lorries and trailers enroute to our checkpoint.
the rally overall, good as usual, we wrapped up at about 2 something but we had to wait another 2 hours for the prize giving ceremony, so we crashed into one of the PR personnels hotel rooms.
i took a bath and changed my tat dressing, and eventually knocked out due to the exhaustion.
we got the prize giving over and done with soon enough, and we were glad to continue rallying home.
but there was something in our way.
a very big thing
a freakin mountain/hill, i dont really know what to classify it apart from being the DEVILS pimple on this earth.
it was about 20km jammed up to the top of the beast and at alot of times traffic was on a standstill, not suprising since there was only one freakin lane for each side of the traffic. talk about zero transportation development, thanks a lot sammy, i wonder why nobody gives a rat ass about you anymore.
so in short it took us only 2 hours to leave from USJ to Bahau, but it took us 2hours just to get past the mountain, and hell, there wasnt even any accidents or construction work, it was like a freakin phenomenon after getting past the summit everything was free flowing.
I hate all you drivers who cant just speed it up!!! cant you see that everybody is jammed up behind you!!!!
you will burn in hell with your car!
fastfowardflashback
at least nobody died, although we wanted to see blood, so went on to head to the senawang exit of the north-south.
and while we were crossing the overhead bridge we could see the entire highway jammed up,
we flipped , we cried, we laughed, we were glad the opposition are slowly leveling things up.
we even almost ran out of fuel.
it was the worst of driving experiences it was the best of driving experiences.
i know i'll never forget it, but i figured i jot it down just in case i did.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK all the useless drivers and transportation planners out there.
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