First thing you will note that I do not have a title for this post. But seriously, who reads the titles anyway? I really should stop racking my brains trying to think of titles for my blog posts when I really don't have a central theme of discussion for a particular post.
There was once someone asked me “Hey, Brandon, what’s your most unforgettable event?”. By that of what I considered as spontaneous question, I really couldn’t sort out any of any events I’ve encountered in my life which was really unforgettable
– yet I have an answer now.
24 September 2008, 10AM at Jalan Cheras Kajang – I was driving at roughly 110km/hour. Tweeting at the mall, what mall was that, it was Leisure Mall just on my right hand side. I was rolling along the path was like racing with other cars, compete for victory - and by all sudden, from tempo over speed, my car is out of brake…
It was all in the sudden, fortunate or unfortunate(ly), in the midst of all transports which were in same speed has granted me 1 minutes to decelerate my car before had to stop at the Maluri roundabout (As if could reached the roundabout, maybe had crashed before that) =(
20-30 seconds were used to keep pressing the brake paddle, thoughts, “why the brake isn’t working”, “what the hell is your problem” –
There are faces appeared in my mind, and they are now known as the most unforgettable person in my life.
Dad and Mom – waiting me for reunion dinner on Thursday
Kay and Irene – I promised I will get you both ayam pecik tonight
Irise – I want to go Moscow for your graduation
Richard – I have 400 Legionnaires in Travian
Shu yun – I owe you for my ages
Frances – I wanted to see you, BABI
Jenny Hui Ling - 5764km away
Kelsey and Wen Yi – I was seriously thinking the plan to visit you both at Genting Highland before the brake-off
Loo Ping – You promised will train Badminton with me for the Cheras Championship
Sin Yin – Ohmy, I’m sorry
----
…Out of the blue, the brake was back on service and the car seriously stopped at the middle of the road. The sudden stop hurts both of my hands and at that time, I scolded “WTF”, “What is wrong with you damnit”
Cars after me were horning me, I was forced to continue the drive. And all the while to Maluri, the brake was working fine - although it was, I still need to circumspect in case... So, I sent it to an unknown car workshop in Maluri. They said that my car’s master pump’s oil leaked, have to send it to Perodua Service Centre. No reason to obey it so i sent it to the service centre at Desa Tun Razak. Oh damn… my car has to be hospitalized for one night, and damn, I took a cab back to college for the an-hour-late class.
Sighing for my own, sighing to my fella classmates “OH MY CAR…” I was then took a bus back to Sungai Long – the bus stopped just in front of Green Acre Park, walking thru the garden, park and swimming pool, searching something on a out of billion bricks, sighing, it has gone.. Slowly dissembled from my memory, memoirs to become all it is capable of becoming, by all myth and legend, it’s just a past tense..
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Unity
(Supposed to be posted on 31/8 but I was getting high)
This is for Malaysia.
When you really think about it, Malaysia is generally quite well united. I mean as much as we want to bitch about it, our races go well together and we blend in pretty nicely as one society. There are a few exceptions but hey, it's human nature to bitchslap one another once in a while right? I'm really not being sarcastic. I've really come to like Malaysia for the general unity that is established between citizens and civilians.
I think I've come to realize what the link is.
Malaysia - United by Complaints
It's true. A reliable source told me 99.16% of Malaysians complain about something at least once a day. These facts are based on the concoction in my head based on absolutely nothing. But really, think about it.
Whether it's meeting someone at a bus stop, at a public class (perhaps driving), in a cab, or just someone you happened to strike up a conversation with; what is the single most interesting and easy-to-dive-into point? Here they are:
THE WEATHER IS FRIGGIN' HOT!
DRIVING CLASSES ARE ABSOLUTELY USELESS!
TRAFFIC JAMS ARE REALLY SHITTY!
MALAYSIAN DRIVERS PISS ME OFF!
MALAYSIAN ROADS ARE TERRIBLE!
THE EDUCATION SYSTEM TEACHES US NOTHING!
and if you're really daring, you get into racism. But I won't explore into the details.
Take a step back and reflect on how many times you hit it off with a simple conversation with a complete stranger, by complaining. See the reason I'm not afraid of posting all this even in the light of the case of that kid making fun of our country, is that I'm not actually criticizing it here. I actually think it's wonderful that unity (albeit it being a little fake) can be achieved so easily.
I know, most of you may not be patriotic and all that but for God's sakes, all I ask is that the Malaysian readers of my blog just look back and learn to appreciate the smaller things. Look at all the idiotic bloggers who go to other countries, take a billion wonderful pictures and still tell you they miss Malaysia. Isn't that already a point in itself?
Cheers. Happy 51st Birthday, Malaysia. You've provided us a pretty great home =)
This is for Malaysia.
When you really think about it, Malaysia is generally quite well united. I mean as much as we want to bitch about it, our races go well together and we blend in pretty nicely as one society. There are a few exceptions but hey, it's human nature to bitchslap one another once in a while right? I'm really not being sarcastic. I've really come to like Malaysia for the general unity that is established between citizens and civilians.
I think I've come to realize what the link is.
Malaysia - United by Complaints
It's true. A reliable source told me 99.16% of Malaysians complain about something at least once a day. These facts are based on the concoction in my head based on absolutely nothing. But really, think about it.
Whether it's meeting someone at a bus stop, at a public class (perhaps driving), in a cab, or just someone you happened to strike up a conversation with; what is the single most interesting and easy-to-dive-into point? Here they are:
THE WEATHER IS FRIGGIN' HOT!
DRIVING CLASSES ARE ABSOLUTELY USELESS!
TRAFFIC JAMS ARE REALLY SHITTY!
MALAYSIAN DRIVERS PISS ME OFF!
MALAYSIAN ROADS ARE TERRIBLE!
THE EDUCATION SYSTEM TEACHES US NOTHING!
and if you're really daring, you get into racism. But I won't explore into the details.
Take a step back and reflect on how many times you hit it off with a simple conversation with a complete stranger, by complaining. See the reason I'm not afraid of posting all this even in the light of the case of that kid making fun of our country, is that I'm not actually criticizing it here. I actually think it's wonderful that unity (albeit it being a little fake) can be achieved so easily.
I know, most of you may not be patriotic and all that but for God's sakes, all I ask is that the Malaysian readers of my blog just look back and learn to appreciate the smaller things. Look at all the idiotic bloggers who go to other countries, take a billion wonderful pictures and still tell you they miss Malaysia. Isn't that already a point in itself?
Cheers. Happy 51st Birthday, Malaysia. You've provided us a pretty great home =)
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
Senseless
Every once in a while you wake up to a beautiful morning and have this weird clarity on how you perceive your life.
You wake up to a morning at 6 a.m. to pee.
You're not at home.
You can't go back to sleep.
You watch Spiderman 3 for the 5th time or so even though you hate the movie.
You watch Saturday morning cartoons.
You watch Ashlee Simpson and Madonna music videos when you would normally puke at the sight of either of them.
After burning a few hours, you go home.
Just as you're heading home, you call your friend on the phone to tell him his girlfriend looks hot with short hair.
You hang up.
In the midst of all these random events you start to realize how your life has seemed to stop making sense.
You remember a time when you were young and asked a lot of questions.
You realize how nothing much in your life makes sense anymore, just as before, only you've stopped questioning it.
You remember the night before.
Spending RM35 on crap food at a far-away place where you practically only talked to people you came with.
Drinking with the RM15 remaining in your wallet (RM5 of which you found on the floor and another RM5 made from selling something).
Staying over at your friend's place and actually sleeping, and then leaving first thing in the morning. Which meant staying over was pretty much a waste of time.
You remember more and more things in the past that don't seem to make much sense.
But it's great. And at 9 a.m. on a road with relatively non-existent traffic, you get the time to think about how cool life is when you live it like that. Where everything you do calls for a question, but you just don't ask.
=)
You wake up to a morning at 6 a.m. to pee.
You're not at home.
You can't go back to sleep.
You watch Spiderman 3 for the 5th time or so even though you hate the movie.
You watch Saturday morning cartoons.
You watch Ashlee Simpson and Madonna music videos when you would normally puke at the sight of either of them.
After burning a few hours, you go home.
Just as you're heading home, you call your friend on the phone to tell him his girlfriend looks hot with short hair.
You hang up.
In the midst of all these random events you start to realize how your life has seemed to stop making sense.
You remember a time when you were young and asked a lot of questions.
You realize how nothing much in your life makes sense anymore, just as before, only you've stopped questioning it.
You remember the night before.
Spending RM35 on crap food at a far-away place where you practically only talked to people you came with.
Drinking with the RM15 remaining in your wallet (RM5 of which you found on the floor and another RM5 made from selling something).
Staying over at your friend's place and actually sleeping, and then leaving first thing in the morning. Which meant staying over was pretty much a waste of time.
You remember more and more things in the past that don't seem to make much sense.
But it's great. And at 9 a.m. on a road with relatively non-existent traffic, you get the time to think about how cool life is when you live it like that. Where everything you do calls for a question, but you just don't ask.
=)
Sunday, 14 September 2008
13 September, Happy Birthday Pei Wen
To Tracy Lee Pei wen, the al-mighty.
I’m full of regrets
for belated wish,
ever I told you before,
that you are a meaningful person to me?
Ever you speculate,
when you are reading this,
why you are a significant,
aka special friend to me?
You are a hot chilly,
to piss me off, is your potential,
Your tallness is the question,
to be constantly comparing with me,
even you knew you will falls,
into pit of disappointment,
yet you will still comparing.
You are a "fut lou" girl,
in which for eternity,
I have forgotten how much I owe you,
of course in Ringgit Malaysia.
You are the only one,
who dares to step on my beret,
Purposely or not,
you were already stepped on it,
rape my pride, be your proud.
Chilly, you always eat,
to make your tongue special,
That's so, you have a special tongue,
for everlasting squabble.
Dare you to pick up my "tongkat",
for asses you wanna to poke at,
you are the only one,
always been penalized.
You are a great warrior,
thanks to your height,
granted you a special rank,
how you are special enough,
stand in front on battlefield.
You and Stephenie,
my greatest,
stomp my head with no reason,
regardless of any uniform we were on.
You have no reason,
to argue,
You have no reason,
to mad,
That makes you special.
In midst of standalone,
you were once a good prefect,
for never fit my name into your prefect’s report book.
You were also once a bad prefect,
for sue-ing my grass on my head.
For obvious reasons,
you are in my list of vengeance,
No matter what,
I will never forgot you.
Happy Birthday yoo..
I’m full of regrets
for belated wish,
ever I told you before,
that you are a meaningful person to me?
Ever you speculate,
when you are reading this,
why you are a significant,
aka special friend to me?
You are a hot chilly,
to piss me off, is your potential,
Your tallness is the question,
to be constantly comparing with me,
even you knew you will falls,
into pit of disappointment,
yet you will still comparing.
You are a "fut lou" girl,
in which for eternity,
I have forgotten how much I owe you,
of course in Ringgit Malaysia.
You are the only one,
who dares to step on my beret,
Purposely or not,
you were already stepped on it,
rape my pride, be your proud.
Chilly, you always eat,
to make your tongue special,
That's so, you have a special tongue,
for everlasting squabble.
Dare you to pick up my "tongkat",
for asses you wanna to poke at,
you are the only one,
always been penalized.
You are a great warrior,
thanks to your height,
granted you a special rank,
how you are special enough,
stand in front on battlefield.
You and Stephenie,
my greatest,
stomp my head with no reason,
regardless of any uniform we were on.
You have no reason,
to argue,
You have no reason,
to mad,
That makes you special.
In midst of standalone,
you were once a good prefect,
for never fit my name into your prefect’s report book.
You were also once a bad prefect,
for sue-ing my grass on my head.
For obvious reasons,
you are in my list of vengeance,
No matter what,
I will never forgot you.
Happy Birthday yoo..
Friday, 12 September 2008
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