It took me 2 years to come to terms that my car is everything wrong about an aerodynamic design. Though it’s great for short distance driving, anything more than 90 km/h would result in a severe gushing sound INSIDE.
After 110 km/h, I can actually feel the wind resistance INSIDE. I do have a genuine fear that my car would just get blown right off the highway one day. And don’t even get me started on the vibration. It is so bad, I can’t even put coins in the car.
So I have established that my Kenari has to go. Now the question is, what should I get to replace it? I thought of getting a foreign made car but considering my financial status, I would either have to borrow some cash from the parents or risk only being able to pay off four really expensive tyre rims after 5 years.
So locally made brands it is. Perodua vs. Proton. And of course I picked the two most purchased budget cars from each of the lot. So which is gonna be folks? Myvi or Saga BLM?
PKFZ and their corruption, what politician isn’t corrupt I said. Najib and his 1Malaysia idea, at least the man is trying I said. Teoh Beng Hock’s death,everyone including the government is innocent until proven guilty I said.
But trying to claim dishes that are popular all over the world as our own? Reading that would make even the most jaded person in the world grin from ear to ear. I mean seriously, what the hell is wrong with us?!
If anyone is gonna stake claim over a food, it should be someone who can actually cook the damn dish. You know like Colonel Sanders and KFC, Wally Amos and Famous Amos, even Uncle Slocumm and Gardenia! People who slaught night and day at the stove only to finally find that perfect marriage of ingredient and spices.
NOT THE BLOODY MINISTER OF TOURISM WHO IS TRYING TO FISH FOR VOTES!
It took me 10 minutes to get to work on Friday when it usually takes me 30. On the following day, the roads were so clear I felt like I was in a remake of I Am Legend where instead of a deadly virus, the city is wiped clean by a public holiday.
Whenever there is a long break, the city is always emptied of its occupants. Ask any city slickers and they will all answer you the same, balik kampung. Makes you wonder, doesn’t anyone balik bandar? It baffles me that in just one night, the densest city in Malaysia can be reduced so quickly into a handful of nothing.
Is our state capital just this huge track for us Malaysians to run our rat race and nothing more? A city where people walk faster, drive angrier and shout louder. In a place where competitiveness is a quality more celebrated than eluded, people here just don’t mind making enemies after enemies in their quests for a better life.
Maybe it doesn’t matter because at the end of the day,we will all just go back home to our kampung where all our real buddies are. What does that leave the city with?
Ingvar Kamprad Elmtaryd Agunaryd, that is what it really stands for but I thought it would be much cooler to walk in an IKEA store where instead of it being this warehouse for disassembled furniture, it is filled with raging homicidal maniacs.
So me and Ling went furniture shopping the other day and the first thing that crossed our minds when we entered that den of nicely furnished termite heaven was how pathetically poor we are. Everything there was just too expensive for us heck, even their cheapest rugs were priced at RM200 per piece. Do you know how many McValue Meals I can buy with those??
Being a freshly employed graduate is not what it’s all cracked up to be. The first paycheck, you feel like you are the richest person in the world and go splurging on everything. The second paycheck, you tell yourself you are gonna save up for a car. The third paycheck, you realise that you will never truly save enough for either a car, a house or a wedding.
Assuming of course if I will be earning the same amount of money until I am 55 with no increment, no bonus, no promotion and no extension of contract. Kudos to me for taking my most miserable state of life as the yardstick of my future. Oh well, que sera sera, carpe diem, c’est la vie!
You know something is really wrong when your bedtime is earlier than that of a 7 year old. For the past few nights, I find myself hitting the hay at the earliest times and it is not a one-off thing either. Like clockwork, at 9.30am, I get my first yawn. 15 minutes later, I am already lying on my bed thinking how I even got here in the- ooh a flying doggie! Crap, I am already asleep.
Did work tire me out? Nah, I am barely 3 months into my new job so the workload hasn’t taken its toll.. yet. Am I just bored? Yes (bet you didn’t expect me to arrive at a conclusion on the 2nd question did you?).
That was when I realised I am a 24 year old boy without a hobby! I do hit the gym sometimes but I have this fear that I am turning into one of those “me muscle man, me dumb dumb” kind of person. Just the other day in the elevator, a man told me he was going to the 14th floor. I hit 4. I said sorry, laughed a little, then hit 13. Well it was close.
I did consider other options before succumbing to blogging on wordpress. Comic blog? Too troublesome. Giving tuition? I hate kids. Take up guitar? Don’t have one. Re-read my engineering text books? I would sooner die. So what better idea than to expose my life for you all to judge and scrutinise!
