Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 4

The lady (later found out that her name was Judy) was late by half an hour again, but I've got used to it already.

What I didn't expect was she came with a van this time - and without air-conditioning. It turns out that today she had more people to fetch than usual, and I turned out to be the first guy on the list. Next stop we went to fetch the guy who took the papers with me previously. Then the remainder were girls... one from Tropicana, 3 from Section 17, and a couple of them from Subang whom were transferred by another guy to Damansara before they board the van we were taking. Then we're off to the old place again, Taman Sri Muda... *Zzz I slept on the way heheh*

Once we were there (with unkempt hair, undoubtly), the Subang lot and one of them from Section 17 were ushered to their first lessons, while me and the remaining lot proceed to a canopy (let's call it A) next to the practice/testing course to register and waited under another canopy (B it shall be) across the field. We sat there - feeding mosquitoes and - listening to the fellow in front talking about the common stuff we should know in a much casual way. Then we got transferred back to A again (what the hell...) but this time that fellow demonstrated the stuff he wanna teach with a car as his reference. Nice try :) .

Soon it was noon, and we have our break, which was much longer than the one I had during my first lesson. Then after that, I proceeded to the front of the classroom which we were going to have our next lesson. Then I talked to the guy Swee Chun, and found out that actually he's a friend of Jowen's. Then we found ourselves chattering from that moment onwards.

Finally the next lesson started (much much much later), but it was quite disappointing - the old chap in front was basically REPEATING the stuff that was taught to us earlier this morning, and the room was FREAKING HOT due to it's antique-looking air conditioner. Unable to take this anymore, the both of us resorted to our own private chat. It was lucky we managed to kill time just like that.

Then, we took the initiative to talk to the girl from Tropicana, and we ended up consulting her for her future because she didn't know where to go and what to do after her Sijil Penilaian Malaysia (our senior middle high final year paper). But it was a pleasant session.

Soon after the girls who were attending the first lesson came out, we immediately set off to our homes (with more chatting now, of course).

Sigh... have to wait till Monday before I get the issuement of my "L" license...

The Luftwaffe

Tonight it didn't rain.

Mum was scrubbing stuff in the kitchen while I hung up the clothes that had been washed. And it was a few moments before they start appearing like the Luftwaffe...

Yes, they are much more advanced, smarter and much much more annoying now. They have learned the ways to evade the weapons of Man to counter them, and they know the smell of Death very well, and had combined their senses with their swift, stealthy flying patterns. Behold the new generation of Man's most annoying enemy, the Culicidae aka mosquito.

All of them who suck blood are females; the males suck plant juice instead. My dislike for them doesn't quite come from the itchy sores that the buzzers left after feeding up on some of my blood, but instead it's their habit of flying around my face and purposely buzzing in my ears that make me hate them very, very much.

Dad brought the Zapper from upstairs, and started to raid the hotspots. But the annoying buzzers are damn *&^%$#@! smart; they seem to identify what the heck that piece of racket-like human technology is. After a few rounds of raids, Dad left the Zapper on dining table, but it came useful when both Mum & I were at the kitchen area.

Mum passed me the racket after failing to zap down the few buzzers that annoyed her; and the slaughter begins. No sooner than I brought the Zapper to the clothsline, I returned to Mum's side to try to kill the buzzers that's trying annoy Mum again; a nasty psychological trick to fool them. True enough, a few of them came back to 'attack' Mum again, and they weren't fast enough to realize it was a trap... until they fled when I have killed a couple of them.

It didn't end there; more seem to pop up from nowhere. Soon there's goes my third kill parading near Mum's legs; and another one annoying me in the face and thought that provoking me was fun, but she didn't thought that it'd be the last fun of hers to enjoy; then Mum alerted me again and another two down; there was one occasion where I zapped at least 2 in one whish, and in the meantime Mum caught a couple of them barehanded. And I have to do the killings while hanging the cloths, and they always come and annoy me during the moments where I'm trying to hang the clothes on the hanger. I lost count after number 8, but I reckoned I killed more than 10.

Mum urged me to finish up the cloths-hanging session and retreat. Before we leave the place, we have to close up all the windows and the doors to prevent more buzzers from coming in - something which we don't normally do before we go to sleep.

(P/S Oh yeah, I'm actually typing this post right after the whole thing, and now I'm going to sleep - driving lessons start tomorrow and Mum's nagging at me now to go to sleep. Wish me luck and wait till I tell you guys about the stuff I'll encounter tomorrow in my next post, Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 4)

Boy This Day Is Eventful... Too Much Stuff To Write...

All these happened within the same day, April 28th. Never have I imagined that it will be that eventful.

(1) The Stalker

Didn't know Bro had someone 'stalking' him until I return home to spend the holidays.

She's actually his classmate, and well she is currently one of the hot topics in my family, because she ALWAYS call to my house and ask whether my Bro is there or not.

I'd never thought Standard 3 kids will know how to 'stalk'. I wonder how much the phone bill will cost her family (Mum'd kill me if I call that much. Not fair !).

Anyway, now my entire family's doing the evasive way, that is to tell her that my Bro's off to somewhere. That'd be the best way to deal with a sweet(?), inncoent 9-year-old girl. Well, sort of reminded me of the girl that 'stalked' me while I was 16. But she wasn't that lucky; Mum scolded her straight away in the phone.

Well, maybe it's up to the phone bills to make her parents realize what their beloved daughter is doing...

(2) The Treasure

"Oh the clutch is making some noise again." Dad complained while he drove us all to work.

"Well, we'll wait for another month, and see whether the car still can make it or not. If it doesn't, we'll change it for the new and larger Toyota." Mum said. (I'm not pretty sure about what model it is going to be.)

"Oh great", I said, "And how am I suppose to train my driving skills ? It's large."

"Oh yeah", Mum laughed, "That's stressful for you since it's new. Maybe we'd sell that old junkie van and buy a Kancil instead, since the Toyota is coming in pretty soon to substitute the job of that old junk."

I didn't look at Dad's face, but I imagined that he felt slightly horrible about the idea of selling the van. He's always been obsessed with that van anyway.

"Well, as long as it runs, it's still OK." Dad replied hastily.

Yeah, right...

(3) The Club's Mis-Account Department

Mum was sorting out some statements in the office, and she came across the statement from one of the clubs that my dad joined as a member.

"Hey, look here. It says you've spent RM35 at the Angsa Bar."

"It's been quite a long time since we've been there. Must be their mistake again." Dad replied while fixing the ancient-looking PC just next to Mum.

"Heheh, who knows Dad might have sneaked there for some snacks ?" I joked.

Yeah this wasn't the first time that club's accounts department charged my dad's account by mistake. Mum then phoned them and told them about that mistake.

I wonder who runs that department. I'm sure that there are other victims other than us. :P

(4) National Cars

We're cruising down the LDP bridge near Motorola, in a rush to fetch my sis from home to school actually, and boy the traffic was SLOW.

Dad sticked with the left lane, and I was watching the center lane when I saw one of the vans got into emergency brake, with it's four wheels burning and creating white smoke.

Next thing I know, we heard a "BANG, CRASH, SMASH" at our right as we passed by the motionless van. I turned back and saw that it was a Waja who smashed into the rear of the van, with it's front bumper fallen out of it's place and the headlight glasses gone.

Mum : "Wow that just happened beside us. I saw what happened to the Waja, but I couldn't see the van's damage... in fact it doesn't seem to have any damage..."

Dad : "Well, that's the national car, going into bits if it gets smashed or even if it's smashing something."

(5) E-diot

The right speaker of the sound system my dad bought 3 months ago seemed to play distorted noise whenever it plays high-pitched sound. I have actually compared it with the old one I got there (same model), and it really was that speaker's problem.

This afternoon I was reliefed from work earlier, as some of the work has been postponed and there's no point I stay back at the factory/office to fill in for the lack of workers. Dad has to go back to the All IT store in Low Yat to get some advice on the router, so in conjunction of it I brought the speaker along.

When we reached there, one of the technicians (chinese guy, quite young) took the speakers to the audio systems section and ran a check for it after he assembled it up. I stood beside him, watching him play a couple of rock songs using the speakers, and then he looked frustrated.

"So you say these speakers have... problems?"

"Yeah." I replied while thinking that "if it's OK it won't be here, dammit."

He glanced at the speakers for a while, then placed his ears near to it for a clearer listening.

"Err... well..." (he kinda reminds me of myself) "are you sure it's got a problem?"

"Yeah."

"well it doesn't seem to have any trouble at all."

"Uh, well, of course it doesn't have any trouble when it's playing songs that are heavy on the bass. It starts giving problems when I play something high-pitched, like piano."

"But, these songs I'm using now are normal songs we use to test the speakers."

Yeah right. You called rock songs NORMAL ? What about the others? I thought.

"Well, it's still got probs when you play something high-pitched." I'm getting a little impatient here.

"I don't see the problem in it. Maybe it doesn't support what you play."

I think my brain could've exploded on the spot if I am not patient enough.

"Look here. I've the speaker compared to the other speaker at home, and both of them are of the same models. And obviously this speaker that I've brought here got the problem."

Silence.

After some moment he broke out, "I don't know how to describe the problem to the department I'm sending this to. Maybe you should describe it in your own words."

GREAT. He said something like that to his customer. I doubt he'd keep his job any longer if I am somebody else.

"Well, OK." I hid my frustration while I reply "Let's just say it's got distortion when it plays something high-pitched."

After that, I left him to pack up the stuff while I walked to Mum, and I was NEAR to complaining that guy.

He brought the system to the service counter, and I have to fill in the slip for describing the problem (yes like what that guy said a second before I write down the details.)

After that we left the place to Imbi, to find some stuff Dad needs.

(6) I Nearly Went NUTS

Yeah. Dad got some advice from one of the guys in All IT (not that e-diot) and we need to reset the router by pressing that button a bit LONGER, because I messed up the administration thingy inside the router.

Well, after we got back at night, Dad told me to set up the thing to give it a try. This time, I thought to myself, we can't afford to make any mistakes, because now it's impossible to make one anymore thanks to that reset button. LOL.

After some twists and tackles in the admin thingy WITHOUT any assistance or guidance or even user-friendly interfaces, I finally managed to get connected by 'discovering' something that's got to do with my PC's Network Connections. After I tackled it, I nearly went NUTS the moment the Google page gets into view.

Yeah. I really nearly went NUTS.

E-mails & Documents

"28% of 250 MB", the meter reads.

Ah, time to clean my mailbox. It's full of notices, invitations, and all sorts of rubbish you can find. And there's plenty of them that are UNREAD. Totalling up to 500+ of them.

Let's see... events that have already passed. Delete. Expired invitations. Delete. Reminders. Delete. Unread Spam. Delete. And it goes on & on...

Well, I finally cleared all the junk till the meter drops to 23%. And well, 400+ mail. My mind was clearer after that. At least I disposed some junk today.

But my day didn't quite end that day. Later my mum returned home, and she pulled out a whole stack of insurance paperstuff along with a cardboard file, and ordered me to arrange them all.

Great. As if today I'm destined to be stuck with these type of cleaning jobs. *shrugs & sighs*

Dreamt Of...

It's been a while since I've a dream that really touched my heart. And I know it was a dream, yet, I don't want to get out of it.

It was about someone I really want to meet. Someone which I really... miss.

It's kinda sound nutty when, well, when I say I'm really, really happy that I 'met' her again, in my dreams.

*slaps forehead muttering "Oh yeah you psychopath !"*

Seems like I couldn't get her off my mind. Well, I don't know what to do about it then. Until now, nothing seems to take away the hollowness of mine, and after her absence, no one could replace her place in my heart. I've been lying to myself; I thought I could forget her, but once again my heart broke everytime I thought of her.

And well, I remembered that her birthday is coming pretty soon (May 10th), but I've no idea where she is. No idea where and how to contact her, and greet her with a "Happy Birthday".

Sigh...

Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 3

So... the day has finally arrived...

The lady was late by half an hour again. She's suppose to come at 10:00 am. But well, I didn't care much, and didn't even bother to take out that lame booklet to read, and sat down in front of my comp listening to songs instead.

When she finally appeared with another candidate, I hastily grabbed all my stuff and got into her car. Only then I flipped through a few pages for some last-minute reminders. But I couldn't concentrate as I was paying more attention on where we're heading to.

It came as a surprise to me. I didn't know that the examination venue was very close to Taylor's College (which I attended the 1-year SAM course there, 2 years ago). Well I felt like coming 'home' once again.

After she parked her car, the lady led us into an office, and after all the registration stuff, I (slightly nervous) took the slip and went into the computer examination room.

First came the 2 eye tests for color blindness and eyesight. I answered all the questions and checked once for each test, and I got perfect scores for both of them (compulsory, else I'll be pretty much dead). Then came the big one... The 50 objective questions. My mind was whirling. "I can only afford to make 8 mistakes, not more than that."

After struggling for about 20+ minutes, I answered all of them, and recheck all my answers, and in the same time I reconfirmed my answers for those questions that I'm not so confident with. Finally, at the 27th minute, as told by the invigilator, I went out to the registration counter and told him I had finished the ordeal. He gave me furthur instructions and asked me to check the marks shown on the PC.

Alright, my heart was thumping. How many wrongs I have made? Will I pass? I clicked on that red button, and my score came out.

92%. That's 4 questions wrong. I sighed with relief, and went out to the invigilator and reported my marks. He gave me a certificate with a "PASS" on it. Then I sat outside with the lady to wait for the other guy.

That guy came out with an awkward expression, and declared his marks to the invigilator like I did earlier. Apparently he didn't make it. (EDIT : He actually made it, but with a scratch... 84%, just pass. Sorry for the misinformation...)

The lady informed me that the driving lessons will be held at either Saturday or Sunday, depending on my choice. Well, I still couldn't make my mind, so I told her that I'll call her soon to decide when I'll be going.

After a few moments we left the office, and headed straight home. My mood was pretty good, and once again I took a glimpse at the college, and smiled. Once again, I had survived another battle in this place.

(Well, I'm still being driven to craziness, because I made 4 mistakes.)

What A Shame...

Oh great, the adults in the Internet are acting like kids. And they are people who surfed the Net.

Blaming and pointing fingers at each other. Digging up the past and flame people based on what they found. Spamming here & there like 11-year-olds. And not to mention the grammar mistakes and that unmistakable strong taste of broken English.

Yes, this are the adults from my own country. And they gave me the impression that they are surfing the Net on top of the trees. All of them, in here...

(Thanks to no-wing for that awful link of the era.)

Anyways, after I took a glance on some of the posts, I was frustrated. Frustrated because my fellow countrymen behaved like monkeys in that petition thingy. These are some of the 'shameless things' those fellows did...

(1) SPAM. Yes, you heard me clear & loud. There's this guy who repeated the whole *&^%$#@! sentence in his post, until I had trouble scrolling down the page. I think you can imagine the rest.

(2) We had some idiot guy/girl posted the link of a PICTURE of a girl, INSIDE the signbook. (Even though she's pretty but that doesn't mean she's got brains. I said that because she allowed her pic to be posted on the signbook)

(3) There are people inside who are sensible & wise enough, and they placed their points in the proper way, in proper posts. The problem is that the moment these honorable individuals did that, the others who were mainly composed of MONKEYS started to flame these poor fellows, and calling them "Han Jian" (Traitor of the Han).

I guess there's more, and I don't think I can mention them all. Well, you've got to see how horrible it is, yourself. ;P

Someone save Friendster... PLEASE

I started to feel sick thinking of Friendster.

Espacially the testimonials. When I browse through the profile pages (uh, of others), the testimonials are either :

(1) Overrated testimonials with sick remarks, mainly composed of words "cute", "nice", and anything that doesn't have anything to do with the truth.

(2) ASCII art, which was least expected to be in the "TESTIMONIALS". Obviously we can't blame the "blind".

Adding to it, sometimes in the bulletin boards you'll find stories. Yes, they always go in some pattern : a guy and a girl, he loves her, and what the guy did for the girl, and how he died and she cried, and how the numbers fit. Very TYPICAL + BORING stuff.

I recalled someone who said Friendster sucks. And I think that's one of the reasons why he thinks like that. It gets boring whenever people are doing/repeating/blasting the same stuff over & over again, and on everyone's profile pages.

As long as everyone continues doing that, Friendster continues to sink.

Nemo Me Impune Lacessit

Went to Mid-V for a reunion with classmates during Thursday, which was a public holiday in fact.

10:50 am. YH, friend of mine, waits for me at Paramount while I took the train from Kelana Jaya, and we got down from University and boarded the feeder bus. We reached the North Entrance at 11.12am. Amazed that the trip was fast and was also frustrated, because we reached too early from the appointed time, which was noon.

So while we wait, we walk around the area and check out some items on sale. EC called later, saying that he had arrived. Then next came YC. The 4 of us got bored of waiting, so we went to the arcades at the top floor. Then CY called and we told him to meet us at the compound near the cinema.

And then something interesting happened while we walked out to that compound. Apparently we walked into a couple of girls, not that pretty, and they started running to us. And from that instance my mind was whirling.

"Maybe they are salesgirls or something like that", I reckoned. And as expected, they introduced themselves to YH and YC who were just beside me (Hell I felt lucky and being ignored at the same time) and they asked for my pals names.

Well, they claimed themselves as 'donation collectors' and started to demand some 'donations' from the poor guys. They were SO persuasive and their faces were like 10 cm from the guys' (those girls obviously didn't attend Technical Communications), and the guys started to reverse, and in turn the girls advanced again...

I was in the extent of pulling those guys out of there, but one of the girls (let's call her Red since she's wearing that) turned to me and asked me if I'm "interested in doing something good". I replied "Well, I'm not in the mood of doing something good right now, and it's not time yet."

Yeah, you were lucky girls, else that "something good" I'll do is for the rest of your victims, where it involves you being dragged into the police station and get the proper treatment while the crowd CHEERS.

Anyway, CY appeared, and I hurried to him (the guys are still trapped) as he couldn't see us among the crowd. When we returned, YC had already donated 3 bucks while YH gave 5 (it was later discovered that YC wanted YH to give RM 2 so they only donate a total of RM 5, but YH was kinda blur).

After asking for another round for potential donations from us, the girls left to find their next victims. After that, the all of us (including CL who was the latest to arrive; been saying "Coming! Coming!" since 11 am) went for lunch, and we jokingly asked why the girls didn't offer a hug in return of the favor, and also about "if that girl's worth RM 5, then RM 50 is my girlfriend".

It didn't quite end there. After a few hours, we were strolling at the ground floor, and by chance we met them again. Those girls are either thick-skinned or having a serious case of amnesia, because they asked us to donate again. This time the guys (obviously scared) immediately claimed that we all have donated.

Red, who didn't give up because the guys turned her down, turned to me instead (I was being quiet, watching and giving out a smile). She asked me AGAIN to donate, and I gave her nod that I'm listening, but I didn't give her any eye contact on purpose.

Obviously she WAS impatient, because she shot out a statement which nearly make me bashed her up on the spot : "Hey why you pretend to be 'cool' huh?" before she went for another victim. Good thing she left, and she was VERY, VERY LUCKY.

I tell you, if I meet her in Mid-V next time, she's going to suffer pretty badly. Of course I'm going to make sure that happens. Nemo me impune lacessit, "No one shall provoke me with impunity".

Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 2

Great. Just GREAT.

Mum received a phone call this evening, and the person at the other side informed my mum that I can take the traffic rules exams tomorrow. Of course this didn't stop my parents (and inside me, lol) for complaining the late info. Mum told her that this weekend I will be busy, therefore I couldn't attend it, and the exams have to be postponed till Monday next week.

If you think Mum is trying to buy time for me to study more, you are so wrong. Dad's factory is having a whole load of tasks and in the same time facing a lack of workers, and I have to (so tempted to put the word "degrade") help out a little tomorrow. There goes my Saturday... T_T

And well, I didn't really give a damn to that exam. All I need is just to make sure I get 42 out of 50 easy-till-you-pass-even-if-you-guessed-them-all correct. And well, what's the point of memorizing the number of objectives of the driver's education scheme, as told by the lecturer ?

Well, let's hope everything goes well, and, uh, hopefully the workload for these 2 days won't exhaust me out... =_="

Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 1

My head spun everytime I told my friends about the plans for the 2 month break - To take my driving test for the Ultimate Thingy - my driver's license.

Yeah, sounds odd for someone in this country to take it in the age of 20. But I felt no guilt about taking it that, uh, late, since there's no rule talking about "must obtain your driving license before age of 20".

I had my first lesson yesterday morning (my odd choice to pick a Sunday). The place is situated at a rural place an hour's drive away from home. Wasn't that bad, save that the whole thing was conducted in Malay. Luckiily my Malay hadn't rust too much after 3 years of English and Mandarin. But as true as the myth goes, the 5-hour lecture was BORING. Would have fallen asleep in the rant if not for the 20-minute break.

But heck, I'm that sort of guy who will pick on mini-tiny-puny problems on anything that has to do (and directly related, in fact) with my country or my countryfolk. And of course I couldn't avoid myself from the temptation of doing that this time. And as usual, I found at least one nail-in-the-eye without failure.

It's the book that was the pain. Yeah, the book provided by our very own Road & Transportation Department for the newbie driver's reference. The problem wasn't that obvious until I read furthur into it. Then I spotted this problem...

The exercise questions at the last section in the book. How am I suppose to solve them when the challenge in it was robbed by the very OBVIOUS HINTS given in the answer choices ?!

e.g

Q1. Blah Blah Question

A. Blah Blah Wrong Answer
B. Blah Blah Wrong Answer
C. Blah Blah Correct Answer
D. Blah Blah Wrong Answer

Ah great, there goes my chance to practice. Dammit. Why can't they do something like an answer's page instead ? Is it that costly to print our another extra page ?

Sigh... Hopefully there won't be anymore blobbers in the future. (But actually I doubted my hopes...)

Tribute to HB1 A 3015

Aye, arigatou-gozaimasu. Thanks for sheltering me for 1 whole academic year, and for serving as my command base for several covert missions.

Well, to repay the 'kindness', maybe I should promote my ex-room. LOL.

Situated at the 3rd floor of the hostel block, the room provides a nice window view for every type of sunset you can imagine. And yeah, it's windy when the windows are opened, even though the room always have a higher temperature for strange reasons.

Because of it's convenience it's was always been used as a storeroom to temporary store some garbage by the clubs and societies that I participate in (until to the extent where I have to abandon some stuff away because my dad's car can't fit them in)

Despite the disadvantage of being the furthest away from the bathroom, it's located near to the kitchen, making the process of cooking instant noodles easier.

And by the way, it was being used as one of my defensive perimeters in a crazy affair. Not to protect me, but to help a friend ward off some unwanted disruption while he rested.

Ah... story time. :P

Well, remember the immature subject which I mentioned in one of the earlier posts? In fact, that's a "SHE". Well, she tried to find my friend (and disturb the sleep he deserved, dammit!), and she made up a lot of lies and persuade me to her see him. Told her he was sleeping but she insists on waking him up and talk to him.

Well, luckily earlier on I locked my key inside, so even though she tried lots of ways to persuade me, I said I can't do anything because my key was inside and my roomies are not in. Seeing that persuading makes no sense, she got even more crazier than before and stormed up to my ex-room (hahahahahaha !!!) with a male friend. Well, I really pity that guy because he was innocent and he's got nothing to do with this stupid affair.

Well, she wanted to get to the door and knocked as loud as she can in order to wake him up, but she couldn't because I stood between her and the door. But even though she retreated, she still didn't admit her defeat and strode away bitterly while screaming about me "NOT BEING A TRUE FRIEND TO THAT GUY INSIDE". Oh well, being the "gentleman" I was, I paid attention to that guy that came up with her instead and apologized to him.

Later on, that brat went down to the canteen and asked (actually, it's her who's manipulating them) some of my pals to come up and to break my perimeter in another way. But well, her tricks aren't a threat to me, and sometimes I'm grateful that I'm a guy and also that I know those guys well, because between guys and guys, we won't try to threaten each other for lame reasons. At least I won that battle with honor and glory, and that guy inside earned his sleep.

Back to my ex-room. Well, I left a piece of "souvenir" there, well, just because my mum's car can't afford the space to bring in home. And I hope the next tenants will take good care of the room, and who know's, they might even bring good use to that souvenir.

Long live HB1 A3015 !!!

The World Before My Saddened Eyes...

I felt inspired after reading one of the posts titled "Hit & RUN" from Waiter Rant .

I sat back and think about this society. Yes, the only difference among people are titles. Titles that show how much you achieved in this society. Titles that make one's name shine and glimmer, and decorating one with glory & honor.

But does that make one 'invulnerable' in this world ?

Nay. Even the people, who are gifted with Wealth, and those who inherited Power, shall one day fall and marked by their graves.

Irony. Sad. You may feel it. But it's always there, and no one can escape from it.

But I feel even sad for those who only had their eyes only on Power & Wealth, and neglects the meaning of Life. People have been too busy earning money, have been too busy achieving fame, and had been too busy doing useless stuff, until it extends to the level of where everyone forgets what they live for. People do all sorts of meaningless things, like contributing useless stuff, making useless traits, and in the same time, causing a lot of people to suffer from the consequences.

Don't believe what I said ? Well, you might even think I'm talking rubbish here, but we've got the world to prove it. It's happening everywhere. Greed, Corruption, Madness. In politics, in the society, and in every individual's life. Even Nature itself has to suffer from the wrongdoings of the ignorant Man. Pollution, for the sake of satisfying Man's desire.

It's no wonder that Nature is turning against us. That natural disasters are part of what Man did. Man have been too busy trying to conquer the world around it, and they just tag their actions with "for the benefit of Mankind".

Benefit, my foot. Indeed, there are 'certain' groups of control freaks who used this to score their 'prize' from the majority of this world. To satisfy their lust for Power & Wealth.

I've seen a lot of examples in my life. And those people, nay, they aren't people at all. They are Beasts. Beasts behind a Mask. Faking themselves as people who had 'achieved' superiority in their lives. But they are nothing more than dirt and filth.

Sometimes I'm tired of thinking how I'm going to survive in this society while holding on to my principles and don't fall into the corrupted ways in the same time. I might be thinking it righteously now, but I'm afraid. Afraid that I might change. Afraid that I might transform into another Masked Beast.

My only hope, is the Light in my hands. The Way of Life. The Guide through the Darkness that lays beyond my path.

HAHAHA I'M A PRIZEWINNER WAHAHAHA !!!

In friend's room chatting some stuff in the twilight hours. Suddenly my phone just vibrate uncomfortably in my shorts like a kitten struggling out of my pockets (YACK). Got curious about who will message an ugly ogre like me.

Turns out to be some outstation number. OK, got even more curious so I opened to read it. Oh yeah it's in Chinese , and in fact from China !!!

Says that some LAME organization named CHANG JIANG from CHINA was celebrating it's 10th anniversary and in conjunction of it, they are holding a jackpot for it. WOW HOW SWEET.

Then the plot goes on. It says that I WAS the "1st Class Winner", and I just won 88K (Renminbi?). Asks me to call a certain Ms.Liu via phone, 00861315925. And the stupid fellow who messaged it sent that message 3 times. WHOA his phone bills will be IMPRESSIVE.

Yeah right. If I'm that LUCKY the elephants will soar the sky like ol'Dumbo. Dude, GET REAL.

The Inner Struggle of My Mind : Part 2

Enters Radinet, the Mastermind. Enters Kaede.

Radinet : So how's the situation ?

Kaede : Errr, well, a bit screwed up, but the host body is still running well.

Radinet : I don't get it.

Kaede : As you requested, I've already talk to the people whom you asked me to talk to..

Radinet : Go on.

Kaede : The results aren't desirable, but still there is hope...

Radinet : (interrupts) I DON'T WANT ANY HOPE, I WANT RESULTS !!! AND RESULTS ARE WHAT I WANT TO SEE !!!

Kaede : (take off hands off ears) Err, I understand that, Sir Radinet, b-but...

Radinet : NO BUTS !

Exits Radinet.

Enters Kaizer.

Kaizer : What's the fuss ?

Kaede : (imaginary steam on the head) And where in HELL had you been ?

Kaizer : Wandering around, as usual. Why ? Hey STOP !!!

*Both of them are struggling on the ground now...*

A Storm Is Brewing

Dark clouds everywhere, while the rumblings of thunder are frequent. Nice. Just perfect for a ferocious storm.

Friend's calling from MSN. He was complaining about the "quality" of the Moral paper he had just now. Now am I grateful that I credit-transferred the subject. Heheheh.

Well, then, my stomach reminds me of something called hunger. Then i remembered from the moment I was awake until now, I haven't had anything to eat. Maybe it's time to call out some pals and chow. And well, still haven't register my courses yet. Gah, that will be something I will do later on. Now priority is : Eat then do work. No eat no energy to do work.

(Oh yeah, this is me, Kaizer. Kaede is sleeping right now.)

The Inner Struggle of My Mind : Part 1

Enters Kaizer. Enters Kaede.

Kaizer : Boring.

Kaede : Hey, you've got studying to do. And you haven't registered your course yet.

Kaizer : I know. But I'm not feeling like doing it.

Kaede : What ?! You want to kill your own future ?!

Kaizer : I'm really bored, dammit. Please leave me alone.

Kaede : FINE. I'll just take over this body and type as much as I want.

Kaizer : DAMN. Hey leave this body alone !

Kaede : No way ! I'm not going to sit back & do nothing ! Never !

Kaizer : Dammit ! I hate to say this but I'm not feeling like doing my own stuff because of you !

Kaede : What ? How dare you blame me ?!

Kaizer : Because all you really care is typing and fooling around ! I've got so tired with you, now I want to go to SLEEP !

Kaede : Knock it off ! Just because you are lazy, doesn't mean some lame excuse can bring me down ! No way ! I'm not as unproductive as you are, and I don't want to !!!

Kaizer : I don't care, just let me off ! Hey stop fooling with the controls !

Kaede : HA ! I've been controlling this body before you know ! All the time, the last 3 days, I had total control on this body, and you're sleeping like a babe behind there. LOL !

Kaizer : ...... Fine ! Do whatever you want ! And since you are so "productive", right, you might as well do that registration. Don't forget you share the same body as I do !

Kaede : What the... ! *&^%$#@! Now you are pushing your responsibility to me ! Fine ! FINE ! I'll do it, and you ROT IN HELL !!!

*silence*

Damn lazy right now...

You can't believe how lazy I am right now.

I am so damned demotivated until I didn't even want to register my courses. Not to mention about studying.

I feel more like a dead guy. Wait, should be half-dead. Nah, undead's still the best term. Zombie, my friends say. (Wanted to listen to the song "Ghost" by David Tao, but, well, lazy to load it into my PC)

Mentally sick. And sleepy. I don't feel like moving around. I don't even feel like typing. Dammit.

Sigh. I think I will just take a walk. Maybe it'd be much better. Who knows. And who knows what will happen later.

See ya.