National Attitude On Traffic

A long queue of cars waiting for the lights to go green under the flyover's interchange, and drivers squeezing in from the one and only 'U-Turn only' lane just for the 'fast track' . Cars occupying the center of an interchange, inside the yellow box, while the road ahead is facing a congestion. In the Light Rail Transport stations, the boarding passengers rushing in just to prevent the passengers in the cabin from getting out of that sardine can.

Yes, welcome to Malaysia. Feel free to enjoy this kind of 'treatment', 24/7 on or off the road.

People here are so 'competitive', they threw their manners into the Recycle Bin (or better still, Shift-Del), no matter where or when they are. Yes, you can see it everywhere, from the roads to the lifts in shopping complexes here. People here win people by playing the sport named 'squeeze-in first, argue later'.

Chances are slim if you expect the next oncoming car to let that old fat lady take the zebra crossing. I bet my (potato) chips on that driver jamming at his accelerator and 'WHOOSH' , let the lady bite dust. Point is, no one would ever want to stop their cars for nothing here. Well, except for stopping at the wrong lane in front of the reds, and parking at the perfect spot to make a traffic 'dam'. And oh WAIT, they'd stop too to have a better look on that accident occured on the opposite side of the road.

Toll plazas are one of my favorite places too - I can't find a moment where my parents will NOT swear on those 'lost' poeple who drove their cars to the wrong lane, and changing their directions in the last second. And not to mention queue cutters, one itself is already enough to create a chain reaction equivalent of the Hiroshima-Nagasaki combo.

So they called themselves 'city people', eh? I think otherwise. They're indeed city people, but they forgot to bring their brains to the road. Either that or they're sitting on it.

Ah, how about places without cars ? Shopping complexes, transport stations, places where people gather - it's almost all the same. Everytime I travel via LRT, I will have more trouble unboarding than when I board, because in the same time, the crowd will struggle for the 10 short seconds to enter/exit the train cabin. One bad thing leads to another - if you think this is already bad enough, wait till you're reminded that this is the perfect timing for pickpockets to take their chances. Expect the same behaviour in lifts of various areas, as well as some other places that involves the congestion of pedestrians.

If you think this kind of attitude runs in real life only, let me tell you that you're wrong. Check the Internet, and see how most Malaysians behaved on the Net. The forums enough is already an eyesore. Recently I'm into an online FPS (first person shooter, something like CS etc.) that's hosted locally, and naturally, majority of the players in the game are kids all around this country. Their behaviours reflect what their parents 'taught' them - which I have no idea how or what they taught to them. Expect lots of spammings, floodings and pointless stuff if you're unfortunate enough to be in the chats. You might say, not only Malaysians do that but other people around the world do that too; but I'd say, MOST of the Malaysians do that.

Sigh... enough of speaking the 'exciting' stuff in the locals. Let's look at somewhere else for some comparison...

I've been to Singapore, and despite their infamous 'kiasu' culture, their drivers will always stop in front of a zebra crossing. OK, their MRT's and buses might be a mess when the boarding/unboarding comes about, but at least they've a system to tone down the problem. You can say it's because their country's small and easier to be governed, but again I think otherwise - it's the mentality of the people that makes the difference.

Why our neighbours can while my fellow countrymen can't ? This is something that puzzles me everytime I compare my country's people with others. Up to now, my conclusion is that these people lack of the awareness to behave courteously. If this 'social disease' is still left unattended, it's likely our next generation will adopt this 'disease' and call it - Malaysian Culture. Dammit.

Let's hope this is right...

Your Brain's Pattern

Your mind is an incubator for good ideas, it just takes a while for them to develop. But when you think of something, watch out! Your thoughts tend to be huge, and they come on quickly - like an explosion. You tend to be quiet around others, unless you're inspired by your next big idea.

What Pattern Is Your Brain?

Dedicated to WLR 6737

Tonight I went to the night market with Mum & Pei, my younger sis. Was waiting at the vegetable stall for my Mum who's making a purchase there, when this car WLR 6737 stopped next to the road.

Well, one of the guys in the pirated CD (PCD) stalls nearby walked near to that car, wandering around to test what's that guy in that car's up to. Then the window of the passenger's seat slide down, and PCD seller went to that open window and talked with that guy inside.

Now why did I write this ? It seems like someone was looking for that PCD seller in that night market. But, and lots of buts, that car belonged to our country's Police force. And unless it's my eyes playing tricks, or maybe it's someone who had the guts to make their car looked like a patrol, I see no reason why I shouldn't believe it's not a patrolling officer.

Best part of it is, later on that car went off, and the stall's still there. Hey. Isn't the police supposed to catch pirated CD sellers ? What's going on here? What happened just now, between the PCD seller and that officer, if I assumed it is really an officer ? I can't say what's happening between them, for I didn't have the eyes to see, nor have I the ears to listen what's going there. What I had is my imagination, and I hope that the imagination of you readers are good enough to picture what's going on.

And adding the taste of irony, just this morning I read about Malaysia being the 32nd Least Corrupted Country in the world or something like that, according to some survey results. Heh, I don't really give a damn about survey results.

Can't blame Time for it's Fault

The highway wasn't that busy that afternoon, and I kept my car on the express lane. I looked at the clock, illuminated by the late afternoon sun. Will be reaching that place in an hour or two, I pondered.

It's been a while, since I've tasted the fresh air, since the roosters wake me up in the morning, and since, that cold, cruel series of incidents that I couldn't bear to think of. I've never imagined that something bad will happen to my family, yet it has happened - and changed my perspective of how life is. Unpredictable.

How true the phrase is, "Time changes everything". The siblings I've known all these years, have became even more than strangers, all this while we are apart.

We used to be kids that grew up together, running across the paddy fields, catching fighting fish to compete with the other kids. We all worked hard to earn money for our family; our schooling days makes the life of the modern kid's look colorless; and despite our simple lives, we were content of what we have, and it was from that feeling of content that makes us all happy.

But life's not the same now - the more modernized we are, the less the Human heart fills. Greed was what tainted my family, leading into Hatred and Treachery, circulating in a pattern which nothing can stop it. I clenched my fists on the steering, preparing to turn - and to let go my disappointment on the fate that befalled my family.

Exiting the toll plaza, I drove into a two-way single-laned highway. Trees with their falling leaves, clouds of random pattern, wooden shophouses with tarnished zinc rooftops. The marks of Time as It walked by, not without stirring change on everything. I sighed heavily, as I could do nothing but watch the clouds of Life blown by the winds of Destiny.

As I parked my car at the compound in front of my old home, the sun glowed it's red-orange rays onto the wooden structure. I always remembered the sunsets were always beautiful with our smiles on our faces. And right now, in front of my eyes, the sunset still remained there as Time passed by, but our smiles have long faded, replaced by masks that were as cold as ice. And not even the Sun's warmth can melt it.

Time's fault it is, yet I can't blame nor forgive It, for what It has done can't be undone. Silently I walked into the lifeless house, occupied by people what I used to call - family.

La Finale

"We bring you the latest news update. 2 people were killed in a traffic accident that occured at..." - crack -

Finally, he woke up, the squeaking radio disturbing his long slumber. The pain in his head stung like a needle that drives through him mercilessly. Adding to it, the afternoon sun penetrated through the dirty windows with the badly-torn curtains, through the dusty air - and into his eyes. Took him a minute or two before he could see anything clearly.

He didn't know how long he had slept, all he remembered was he kept drinking until he lost his consciousness. He didn't even remember his dreams, but he felt dried tears on his cheeks.

Who cares now anyway ? He walked to the washroom, and through the broken mirror he saw the once-brilliant young man, a young chap who had hope and a bright future, and now, he looked no different than someone who lived in the slums. Unshaven for days, uncombed hair, and weary eyes.

Aye, he was ruined. Jealousy, from the people who disliked what he has achieved, and set him up to destroy him. Ignorance, of his ex-employer, who used to look up upon his talents, but now resembles nothing more than a fool, easily-deceived and settled matters according to his emotions.

WHY ? WHY ?!

What did he do to deserve this, this kind of TREATMENT?

Not only did he lost his career, but also his car, house, all his money, and the one he treasured the most - his fiancee, who left him even though he pleaded to her desperately.

FRAMED !!!

The whole thing was a set-up ! That night, that TREACHEROUS night, his colleagues held a party celebrating his promotion. Never did he knew it was part of the darkest plot that was going to overthrow him. He didn't suspect the presence of his employer's young beautiful wife that night, thinking that she'd like to join the fun. Neither was he aware that the drink he had has been spiked by unseen hands. The next thing he knew, he awoke on the bed, next to the woman that he wasn't supposed to touch...

Words spread quickly like the fire in the dry bushes. That very same day, he lost his job, his fiancee, and almost all the things he owned - no, most of it had been placed under her name a week ago before THAT happened...

There's nothing left for him now. There's nothing else he can do now. He was RUINED. RUINED. RUINED...

This will be the last day in the shabby apartment he had rented, for now that tiny amount of money he had had been spent. He could have stayed on for maybe a month with that amount, but he decided not to. Instead, he bought something else...

Some alcohol to drink out his sorrows, a roll of adhesive tape, a box of matches, some rope, and a knife. But most of the money went to the package of industry-strength trinitrotoluene - enough to take out a small building.

He started to assemble them, using his limited knowledge of making fireworks - when he was young, he adored fireworks and often made them for the fun of it, and of course, was punished most of the time by his late mother.

He had no father - he only knew his mother used to be in love with a wretch who ran away with his mistress. Despite that, she managed to raise her only son, singlehanded, until he graduated from university. But for that, she paid the toll for it - cancer took her life away, the day he was about to tell her that he got his first job.

WHY ? WHY WAS IT UNFAIR ?!

The moment he snapped back to reality, cheeks wet, he had completed his final masterpiece. A beauty. A beauty that robs others for their beauty. And THAT, will be his final vengeance.

He dried his face and strapped the device onto his body, and covering it up with a jacket. Then, he took the last swig from his bottle, and walked out of that shabby place, with the radio playing some heavy metal music.

An hour later, the radio cracked and the music was interrupted.

"We interrupt to bring you the latest news. About half an hour ago, an explosion caused by a suicide bomber occured in the XX Towers... " - crack - " ... it was believed that this is not an organized attack..." - the radio fell dead.

Silence.

BLEAH On The Break

Oh, it's always the same everytime I return to PJ.

Mum will nag me about me using the PC too much, and she will start lecturing about the amount of radiation of the PC's monitor is a cancer risk blah blah blah...

Well, I admit I haven't been moving much since I came back. But, heck, everytime I go out it costs me money, and it's not like I'm that rich to go anywhere I like. That's why I stick with my PC (and the Internet) to surf the world for information... and of course, it's kinda unhealthy, but what else can I do ???

And, since I was in high school I've never ever attempt to play any PC games in front of my parents. I played it in cybercafes, I played it when my parents aren't around, I played it alone, just because I don't want my parents to yell at me about wasting time or 'affecting my siblings', as claimed by my parents. Heck, I thought the situation would change when I took on the GD course, but HELL no... Just today I got 'fired on' by my mother because I played in front of her (despite her 'affecting bro's studies' excuse is useless now since his exams are over). Damn. I hate the feeling when I'm forced to do 'good stuff' in front of my parents. DAMMIT !

I imagine my future, where I'll be forced to face the monitor for hours, and my mother will storm the office and pull me away 'from the cancer risk'. Heh. It's kinda annoying when I get 'monitored' by my parents, about what I'm doing etc.

AHHHHHH I don't know. If this situation persists I'm either going to quit my studies or kill myself. Or maybe something worse. BLEAH.

WHOAAAAAAAAAAA YEAH !!!

FINALLY IT'S COMPLETE !!! FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY !!! WHOAAAAAAAAAAA YEAH !!!

Now, I can start my "Fable : The Lost Chapters" in peace... HEHEHE...

What's wrong with smiling ??????

"What are you smiling at ?" Mum asks.

"Huh ?" was my reply, everytime she asked that.

"Your brain got problem isit ? Smiling like that at yourself, only people with mental problems will do that."

What's wrong with smiling when there's a nice and funny thought that's running in your mind ? What's wrong with it ??? I don't get it !!!~~~

[Let's Rock !!!]

<- Start of log. Initializing modes... ->

Mode : Heavy Rock Mode
Song : "Other World" - FFX (you guess !)
Condition : Just recovered from "windy" stomach, but ready for another night
Plans : A couple of stuff to do, still calming down the urge to play games...
Mind : Curious what are the rest of the Hatchlings doing in B2-3A-9...


<- Music switched to - "A Solitude That Asks Nothing In Return" - GGX soundtracks ->

Log :
Just thought of switching my writing style for this post. I'm still waiting for Mum's orders, but she seems to be occupied with her work. Damn, I wished I could have stayed back a little longer in Cyberia...

<- Music switched to - "Wild Rock" - BUZZLIP ->

Log :
I'm thinking of staying back home tomorrow, because I have something to finish up with my PC. I wonder if my parents are taking my suggestion seriously. Plan's a little messed up, and I'm in a little dilemma now. I'm supposed to return to Cyberia for a while to settle something...

<- Music switched to - "Yakitori" - GITS ->

<- Preset Mode switched to - Instrumental-only mode ->

Log :

The world around me is in a mess now. Bombs detonating, the weather's in 'super windy mode', oil prices rising, economy's down while income tax officers popping up like leeches. People everywhere are moaning and groaning - some for their wallets, some for their lives. I wonder what's the next showdown that changes the world - if there's any, I doubt it's a good one - unless you're talking about space colonization...

<- Music switched to - "First Vision" - Yoko Kanno ->

Log :

Ten minutes till midnight. Wonder if I should burn midnight oil again, like what I did for the last 2 days. Hm. Today my stomach went sick because probably my body overheated. I think I'll retire early for tonight for, say, maybe an hour. Mm... maybe, or maybe not.

Heh. Time to go now, the fruits are waiting for me.

<- All modes terminated, music off. End of log. ->

At this point...

... My life is dangling like the wind chime without the wind. In other words, I'm bored and waiting for something to happen, and yes, without from not yawning.

... I'm sending songs to a friend, who's quite stressed because of her upcoming continuous papers. In the same time I'm downloading some other songs.

... I thought back about what my friends about the recent otaku craze for fashion style, 'Gothic Lolita' (I made it short as in 'Goth Loli'). Hmm. Come to think of it, CLAMP was considered among the earliest to take up this style of fashion in their works (referring to Chobits).

... I can't touch any of my games. Dad is at my right side while Mum, left, facing their respective PC's. Mum used to complain that this house is full of radiation because of the amount of PCs and laptops we have in our house.

... I can't find a proper torrent for the Tales of Legendia single by Do As Infinity !!! DAMMIT I NEED ONE PROPER SEED !!!

... Suddenly this house's too quiet.

... I'm running out of stuff to write. Something please happen quickly !!!

... I think I will stop writing at this point, and comment in the other blogs. Ciao.

UPDATES !!! UPDATES !!!

Boy, it's been a while since I've updated myself. Let's see...

(1) My sem break starts. Well, not without a disastrous ending. Best not mentioned...

(2) I've got a new housemate ! Aaron's from Brunei, and studying in LKW. More housemates to come, hope they come in quick...

(3) Mum starts to take the trend of surfing the Net. Mmm... should I call it a treat or a threat?

(4) Well, there's already a 'threat'... apparently Mum assigned me to convert all her office work, all into Excel... for the rest of the sem break. Nooooo...

(5) I have a "Ah Sou" (sis-in-law) already... no la, he's not my blood-related brother, but a close friend of mine, who got himself a girlfriend... congrats... UPDATE: I forgot actually there's 2 of them...

(6) Commentator: " More exciting action coming up, LIVE, in the next episode of 'J[Alt]K's Real Life Scenarios !!!' "