Dear all,
I have temporarily relocated to a new site. 'Temporarily' means anywhere up to a year. Depending on how much I have in my pockets, the new site will survive more than a year. Failing which, I will return to this blog.
No worries though. Your comments on this site are still being read by yours truly. It is the finals now, and I can't really be arsed to customize both this and that site. Some of the stuff will have to wait until the middle of July, where I will be free... for a week.
Anyway, I hope that my bandwith or disk usage doesn't go up too much - else I have to pay Dreamhost, and RM to USD conversion is... you know, not on our side.
See you here/there!
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Some guy kissed my car's ass today.
Some guy kissed my car's ass today.
It happened at the toll bridge traffic light, in the direction of Petra Jaya. I was drumming the steering wheel to the tune of some random Dayak song, gear in first position, pedal of the brake applied to the metal. Suddenly, there was slight jolt. I glanced at my side mirror and saw a Kelisa that had gotten a little too close to my car's arse... blue Kelisa, guy driver, QKV2383.
Well, I don't want no hubba-hubba. Especially not at a traffic light intersection at the time when people are rushing home. Not to mention the guy's wife is inside the car... hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, even though it's his fault. I glanced through my rear windscreen. He raised his hand. I raised mine. He raised his again. I raised mine, again. The light turned green, and we started to move.
After paying for the toll, I remembered that I forgot to take note of the car's plate number. Just in case though. It's not like I'm going to call my tonto friends... right? Um... Anyway, since I was in the fast lane and I saw the Kelisa coming in behind me, I changed lanes and allowed him to pass... along with his plate number, into my memory. Incidentally, the road we took are the same and this goes on and on and on...
Turns out he lives in the same residential area as me.
The damage is, as I had expected, superficial. The bumper is fortunately made of fiberglass, and the damage is negligible. The area affected is about the size of a one cent coin. That's it! My only concern now is to do some cosmetic modification as to hide the damaged area. Then again, maybe I'll just let it be a battle scar.
I wonder if I should count this as an accident, since it is not my fault and it is not that damaging. I guess I'll keep my records clean. After all, in the words of the Black Knight, "Tis but a scratch!"
It happened at the toll bridge traffic light, in the direction of Petra Jaya. I was drumming the steering wheel to the tune of some random Dayak song, gear in first position, pedal of the brake applied to the metal. Suddenly, there was slight jolt. I glanced at my side mirror and saw a Kelisa that had gotten a little too close to my car's arse... blue Kelisa, guy driver, QKV2383.
Well, I don't want no hubba-hubba. Especially not at a traffic light intersection at the time when people are rushing home. Not to mention the guy's wife is inside the car... hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, even though it's his fault. I glanced through my rear windscreen. He raised his hand. I raised mine. He raised his again. I raised mine, again. The light turned green, and we started to move.
After paying for the toll, I remembered that I forgot to take note of the car's plate number. Just in case though. It's not like I'm going to call my tonto friends... right? Um... Anyway, since I was in the fast lane and I saw the Kelisa coming in behind me, I changed lanes and allowed him to pass... along with his plate number, into my memory. Incidentally, the road we took are the same and this goes on and on and on...
Turns out he lives in the same residential area as me.
The damage is, as I had expected, superficial. The bumper is fortunately made of fiberglass, and the damage is negligible. The area affected is about the size of a one cent coin. That's it! My only concern now is to do some cosmetic modification as to hide the damaged area. Then again, maybe I'll just let it be a battle scar.
I wonder if I should count this as an accident, since it is not my fault and it is not that damaging. I guess I'll keep my records clean. After all, in the words of the Black Knight, "Tis but a scratch!"
Monday, June 18, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Mortality
There will be times in your life when the jarring reminder of mortality comes knocking.
First, I heard the news that Loga Arumugam, the member of the band Alleycats, passed away this morning.
Second, I was informed that a blogger and a fellow member of a forum I frequent has left this world in a sudden manner.
R.I.P.
First, I heard the news that Loga Arumugam, the member of the band Alleycats, passed away this morning.
Second, I was informed that a blogger and a fellow member of a forum I frequent has left this world in a sudden manner.
R.I.P.
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