I Was Given a BMW, But I Wanted a Ferrari.

                                  
                                  

Yes, two days ago a good friend presented me with a remote control BMW e354 car as a belated birthday present. It was blue and beautiful. A nice toy for a nice boy. (I already have three RC cars and two helicopters. RC planes are ridiculous). 

But somehow I feel inadequate...

So I went out this evening with a couple of cronies to do look for that elusive thing which can fit the hole in my heart. Oh, and we had asam pedas tenggiri for dinner next to Pasar Borong, Melaka. It was stupendous!

While walking around in Bintang, I found out that there are more shops selling PS3 games than I knew of. Good. Mwa ha ha ha ha! But the selection of games is abyssimal. I have more interesting games than the entire shopping mall combined! (Yay for being an ardent collector!)

And then there it was. On top of a stack of RC cars, it's a Ferrari. It's big, it's red and somehow the invisible force told me that this can fit that gaping hole (for now). So imperiously (people with money always feel like royalty) I asked the towkey to open the box and give it a spin. And it was so bloody fast! Three times faster than any RC cars I ever had. 

Shadowthorne is happy. Pip and Emma are also happy.

p.s - before some of you said that petrol RC cars is better than battery operated... yes, you are right, but I don't have the time for maintenance and I am also a green person. And I would be a damn idiot to spend so much money on a fuel RC when I have a damn big Kia to drive already.

Haiku Project 6

My hand is ailing

Even if you chide me

How can I play bowling? 

                                - oh I will devour you guys this Saturday -

10 (other) Things About Me

1.  Spent too much money on PS3 video games and toys. (I was compelled to buy them by an unknown force).

2.  Love cold rainy days and don't really mind getting wet. I never got sick even after a full drench from a storm and really wondered why some people got fever after a little drizzle.... (wimps)

3.  Love to collect boxes. Rarely threw any away. My room is almost like a small storage area.

4.  Still thinking of the next ultimate pet or toy to buy....

5.  Have a small safe under the bed filled with unthinkable items from evil past. Ha ha ha.

6.  Always clean up Kiki's litter box everyday, and feed her on time. But neglected the rabbit in the cage outside.

7.  Loves broccoli and garlic. Sometimes have raw onions sliced for any meal.

8.  Currently disappointed because there are no interesting titles of fantasy books on sale.

9.  Also VERY VERY VERY disappointed with the lack of fantasy films shown in the local cinemas.

10.  And no ideas to write anything witty because mind is clouded after a very very prolonged sleep. 

I Am In A Bad Mood And I Will Tell You Why

Yesterday I got two new contacts from a friendly site on the net. I like meeting new people now, as opposed of me before, having a closed-door policy very like Communist China once upon a time. And I like to be friends with people outside my line of work. In friends, I believe in the spectrum of variety.

So I text-messaged X and Y (we shall not tell their oh-so common names here) for introductions, a token practise other than the e-mails I already sent. I text-messaged with both of them, asking questions what a new friend should ask, ya da ya da ya da.... And it is a fault of mine to be always suspicious of new characters in my life. These people were not all they seemed to be.

X and Y had put into their advertisements wanting to find nice, trustworthy people as their new friends. But the words they have given to me hinted them to be the exact opposites. (It's a teacher's trait to sense falsehood in given sentences). I am not stupid. I was steeped deep in this dark hole @ Alam Perwira for so long and would recognize fellow postgraduates.

What vexes me is.... there are a lot of people out there seriously looking for friends or companions, but why must these sub-humans add themselves to the equation? The lies. The dishonesty. Very like the adminstration of the previous George W. Bush.

I will not blog for a few days at least. A murdering heart is hard to placate.   

Drive Drove Driven and Driving

I love driving, but today my vehicular endurance was sorely tested. From this morning till evening I drove a near total of 450 km. You might said,"Only 450 km and he made a fuss?" Heck, I hate driving in a city I am not familiar, following cars driven by relatives who did not care if I know the roads. (It was supposed to be a convoy). Dangerous. And my car was already dented by a drunkard in the same city (last year). Fortunately the clumsy son of a b**** had got it worse, his motorcycle split into two. Hoped he died.

I was tired and I hate tail-gating. The journey back was faster than average, the speedometer always around 125 km perhour. Thanks heaven I got back safely...

My cat Kiki is very happy with the catnip toy I bought her. At least that's a consolation. 

I Was A Walking Dictionary

After attending a wedding ceremony this afternoon, my mother decided to visit her friend who got into an accident three days ago. As usual, I had to tag along because I love attending any wedding ceremony for the free food and the chance to criticise it later. And I don't mind the detour because as a dutiful son; mother is first.

My mother's friend broke a few bones on her right ribs and naturally wears a sling. There are a lot of people in the house; family, relatives and visitors like us. While sitting on the floor in front of her friend, my mum started to talk animatedly with her other friend, who happens to be the poor victim's older sister and both siblings (no surprise) are also teachers. The older teacher; Cikgu Midah; asked if I remembered her teaching me in primary school. I told her I remembered. 

"You were my walking dictionary. Remember the times when we did English translating and most of your friends never brought their dictionaries? All I had to do was ask you the meaning of words because I was also too lazy to bring my dictionary," she said with a laugh. I had forgotten all about it, but the memory came back to me. I was the ultimate teachers' pet in school.

I was likable, with the cute haircut so-much-like Damien of Omen I, II and III (remake too). My teachers from primary to secondary school had never forgotten me for some nice reasons which I will not bore you with. It is nice to be remembered thus. 

Monotonous Movies

I watched 'Red Cliff 2' at 7.15 this evening with a friend. And 'Underworld 3; Rise of the Lycans' at 10.30 pm. The reason for this mini-movie marathon? Because we can.

I will not bore you with the summary (somebody told me my blog is infested with movie and food critics). I just wanted to express how disappointed I was with both films. Are they making movies just for the sake of shoving it down our throat and get away with the money? I was uninspired. I was bored. Even the sea of blood I witnessed seemed mundane. WHERE is the TALENT? Where is the realism?

The first movie I watched alone was 'Robin Hood; Prince of Thieves' with Kevin Costner in it. I was young and the film did unleashed new fantasy possibilities inside me. Now I am older, and I have seen a lot. Maybe I am asking too much for entertainment.

I wish we have a Coliseum here; with real gladiators. I'd like to have my own team of slaughtering bastards.