Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Choo's Assignment

Characters:

1. Punch Master:
- short range attack
- flexible attack
- can block and cautch things

2. Kick Master:
- long range attack
- slow attack
- unstable

3. Weapon Master:
- short and long range attack
- don't feel pain
- very pain attack


descriptions:

kick master will success to attack the punch master because long range attack better than short range attack

Punch master will success avoid the weapon master attack because the punch master can hold/avoid the weapon attack

weapon master will easy to win the kick master because the kick master's leg feel pain than the weapon



weapon master will easy to attack the punch master because long range attack better than short range attack

Punch master will success avoid the Kick master attack because the punch master can hold/avoid the kick attack

kick master will easy avoid the weapon master to attack because he can use his leg run away.

Uh, This Is My REAL Assignment...

Once upon a time, during the Ching dynasty, there was a village named Ni Shu Chun in Fo San, province of GuangZhou. In it, there lived 3 people who rivalled each other - namely Se Lang, a barbaric guy, Na Ying, a sissy fellow, and Xie Mei, the prettiest girl in the whole village.



- Character Description -

Se Lang

+ Loves drinking (can take in huge amounts)
+ Goes berserk when enough wine is consumed
- Perverted - he is rendered useless when a beauty is in sight
= Can defeat Na Ying easily, but rendered useless when encounters Xie Mei

Na Ying

+ He is weak, but he has the potential in performing the Drunken Fist
+ Hates bullies (and that includes girls as well)
- Loves drinking but unfortunately, easily drunk... can't take in too much wine
= Can defeat Xie Mei easily, but gets lots of bruises from Se Lang

Xie Mei

+ A VERY pretty girl, was rumored of causing downfalls of most families in the locals
+ Scheming and also a bully, nicknamed "Scorpian Woman"
- Very weak, even a dog will frighten her easily
= Tortures Se Lang with ease, but Na Ying is a pain in the butt to her



So Se Lang can defeat Na Ying with his bashes, Na Ying can defeat Xie Mei with his finger poking, and Xie Mei can mesmerize Se Lang with her beauty, rendering him useless.

Ni Shu Village was also renowned for it's production of the legendary Zui Xian wine. And this wine was also the cause of the rivalry, when Na Ying and Xie Mei were arguing over a bottle of wine. Then Se Lang, who naturally sided the pretty Xie Mei, scared Na Ying away with his brute strength. Se Lang wasn't the type of man Xie Mei prefer, but she found that he can be manipulated easily...



- Effects of the Zui Xian wine towards the characters -

Se Lang

+ Will grow berserk, and becomes sort of a psychotic pervert... scaring Xie Mei away

Na Ying

+ Will activate his Drunken Fist, beating the crap out of Se Lang

Xie Mei

+ Uses a lot of wine to make Na Ying drunk, crippling his conscience

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

成功之道非于快

今天来个大反常 , 用华文来写吧 !

这几日都属于在专心状态内 , 什么事都尽量尽全力所为吧 。不能怪啦 ,因为这几日都有那么多东西要忙 , 就连平时我那贪玩的本性也不知飞到哪里去了 。

也许是被近日看的连续剧影响吧 ,得到的灵感也不小吧 。 人人都想出人头地 , 想要财名兼得 , 最起码都要在这一世做个成功的人 。 可是要成功 , 最终还是要靠 " 努力 " 这两个字啦 。

但是 , 不是每个人都可以成功的 , 因为有很多外在的因素挡住了成功之道 , 而且这些因素大都不是在我们掌控之中 。 所以 , 有些人就选择了一些所谓的快道, 快捷之道是也 。可是 , 这些快道大都是一些不正之路 , 都是害人利己的行为 。

近日听说一位友人参加了直销这行业 。 他参加的那一家公司规定每一位新会员都必须缴付庞大的会员费 , 而他就为了这一行生意而花光了自己以前工作时所得到的薪金 。 如果说这是一项投资 , 我倒觉得这像是乘着一艘破烂的船寻找黄金岛 , 九死一生 。 就因为听了一些好听的话 , 看到一些人士靠着这一条路而争取到一些成就, 就决定抱着 " 冒险就能得到宝 " 这种心理来干这种生意 , 这样未免太冲动了吧 。 这种生意一点保险都没有 , 如果万一失败的话 , 不仅付出的钱财与汗血一去无返 , 而且还可能落入债台高筑的下场 。 曾经看到在报纸上所报道的新闻 , " 中学生参与直销 生意失败欠巨债 " , 意示着天下没有白吃的午饭啊 !

说到底 , 最终还是只能靠自己的努力来垦开自己的成功之道呀 。 那位朋友 , 如果你正好读着我写的这些东西的话 , 在下只能以四句奉劝 -

临悬勒马方尚早 ,一错再错难回头 ;
若今醒觉未算迟 ,坠落忏悔已太晚 。

朋友 , 记切 ,记切 !

Spamming, not Ad Spamming this time...

Found this Juicy Fruit loving park ranger posting comments on a couple of my friends' blogs. Judging from his StatCounter, I think he had managed to spam his way into a quarter of the blogging world. Here's the site - http://juicyfruiter.blogspot.com

Oh yeah here goes one of his comment that I found...

damaris694ariana said...

damn good blog, check out mine http://juicyfruiter.blogspot.com, comments always welcome!

And now here comes the problem... there's a huge contradiction there, because his readers ain't allowed to post any comments. Nope, no comments link at all.

And judging from his blog, we can see how 'efficient' the Richmond Park Rangers are at performing their tasks, thanks to their desperately-needing-attention-towards-self-blog-park-ranger-role-model. Oh please, go back to the woods and stick with your life, buddy.



Update: How many profiles does this park ranger has? Check this out...

shelby321kwame said...

damn good blog, check out mine http://juicyfruiter.blogspot.com, comments always welcome!

Something's wrong... really, really wrong...

Blog Ad Spam

Oh yeah, we're under attack.

Blogger, don't just stand there, do SOMETHING ! There are users who created accounts for the sole purpose of SPAMMING ADS INSIDE THE FREAKING COMMENTS !!!

The Comments ain't some silly place for free advertisements, it's a FEEDBACK OF THE READERS TO THE POST. Anything OTHER than proper comments are NOT allowed. PERIOD.

Ah rats, those people won't even bother reading this post. Screw them and their life. Ah, I forgot, they don't even have a life. How pathetic.

Monday, August 22, 2005

I'm a Cube...

Yes, I ended up as this...



I am a d6


Take the quiz at dicepool.com



Kinda describes me >.<

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

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.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Mmhm... Mmhm...

Tuesday.

Wasn't feeling like going to campus after my 15-hour slumber (RARE), but Slade kinda dragged me there to listen to some UK dude from Sheffield giving a talk (I heard that he's gonna start a Games Design course in his headquarters soon).

Got to E-Gallery late (1st time there anyway). Seated myself at the rear row beside a lady lecturer which I've never knew before. Everything was going fine until... she starts to "Mmhm... Mmhm..." all the way. For every sentence that guy has spoken, there'll be 2 or 3 "Mmhm" 's from her. Even no-wing, who sat next to me on the other side, gave me the 'glance' that showed his annoyance to her "Mmhm" 's as well.

What a 'great' lecturer. At least she had the both of us 'entertained' while the guy was 'boredom-talking' in front.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Uh-huhuh...

Oh gosh, what an eyesore to the sight of my eyes...

I mean, the grammar typos I can find around me nowadays...



(1) Found on one of the multiple-choice questions in one of my mid-term papers, supposingly...

'Phase Shift Keying'

...but somehow the person who's behind the paper preparations left out the 'f' in the word 'Shift'...



(2) Found on the gates of one of the restricted areas near campus (and my place too...). Reads...

'
No
Admittance
Authorized
Personnel
Only
'

Uh... I wonder if it meant that authorized personnel should keep away ?



(3) The worse of all. Found at the entrance of one of the toilets in KL Sentral. It reads...

'Beware Of Your Belongings'

Wow. It sounds a lot like my luggage might turn alive and will attempt to bite my butt off.



Welcome to Malaysia...

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Typing Trash All The Way For This Week

This starts to drive me crazy.

I mean, the way I'm floating in my life. Imagine I'm the cloud, with the wind driving me anyway it likes.

I hate that feeling, you know. Unable to hold to the reins of my own life. But in the same time, I'm comfortable with THAT feeling, and the dilemma is killing me.

With 2 weeks without blogging, and the feeling's kind of unnatural. I can'r say that I'm without Internet access, because I've stationed my PC in John's house. Environment? Probably. His room was kinda stuffy and hot. Maybe I should find a better environment to solve this problem, or perhaps, fight for the Internet access for my place ASAP.

Not only uninspired, but my senses were dulled. My knifing skills in Dispatch Of Army were rotting, not to mention the bad temper I always get when dealing with scum who doesn't know how to read the room title's that read "KNIFE-ONLY". Speaking of temper, I was emotionally affected recently. Gah, I better vent these off before I hit the headlines in the latest suicide attempt.

Oh yeah, my parents got a new Toyota Innova, and it seems that the sale of the old Wira was aborted because the buyer couldn't afford the loan. Maybe I should ask Mum whether I can take it or not ? :D

Sunday, July 03, 2005

High's & Low's Of My Life

My blog has become something like a weekly post now (no Internet access at Cyberia T_T), but better than NOT posting at all.

Last week's another busy one, big events, recruitments for high committees for clubs and the usual 'rituals', classes that's much more effective than lullabies, assignments that sucked life out of us, and as for me and maybe another couple of unlucky guys out there - total isolation from the world.

It was last Thursday that nearly killed me; all of a sudden, I felt that my life totally sucks. Nothing interesting, nothing appealing. 3 classes that day, 2-4pm, 4-6pm and 6-7pm, but I went off in the middle of the 2nd class and totally skipped the last.

The moment I got off, boredom came in like an overwhelming tide. Damn. Maybe it's because of all the excitement from I-Wesak Night the previous night. Being busy, working so hard to help out so the event can be successful, and most of all - I get to meet with various people and talk to them. Sounds weird, right? But that's what this university lacks of - interaction between students. At least this event serves as a platform where most of us can be together and express ourselves. But well, event's still an event, and the thing is that every event will eventually end, as there's impermanence in everything.

After dinner with a couple of friends that Thursday, I went back to my apartment and lied on my bed, feeling bad, with the speakers of my PC playing "Wo Li Kai" (I'm Leaving) from Tarcy Su. Then I slept and woke up at 11pm, after 2 hours of sleep. Then I spent the rest of the twilight hours in reading and slacking around.

I decided, after the first class that ends at Friday noon, that I'll be following a couple of pals to Subang Jaya, skipping the 4pm class that day. At least, I was back in control of my life again. After an enjoyable lunch in one of the Chinese food store in SJ, my 2 pals went for a MtG session in a specialist store while I settled myself in a cafe nearby, slaying people in the knife-only room in the online FPS, Dispatch of Army. At 5pm, we bought our take-away dinners, and headed back to Cyberia, and went for a swim in the swimming pool at my apartment area, with another couple of guys. After that, dinner and I headed off to the D&D session that night. At least this day replaced Thursday's doom-like boredom.

Come to think of it, maybe it's time I schedule myself for something this Thursday. Don't want the boredom to repeat itself again though. Well until then, let me stop here for today =P

Sunday, June 26, 2005

I'm Not The Waiter, Dammit !

Last night I attended a dinner in my ex-primary school. As the attendaance was more than 4k, the waiting crew were too busy to pay much attention in their service.

(1) A dirty cup. Well, it's not the typical dirty cup you'll normally get to see, stain marks or grease. Instead, there was a dead leech-like organism in it (I'm not sure what is it anyway, but it does look like a leech. Yuck...), covered in layers of dust. And it was too late when we discovered it, as my baby cousin drank from that cup, and we all thought that was a Chinese Tea leaf.

(2) As I mentioned above, the waiters were too busy to pay attention on the customer's needs. None of them came to refill out the tea flasks and the ice buckets, so me and my sis volunteered to go and get it ourselves for 3 tables.

On the way there, the people on the other tables, who were sharing the same problems and frustrated as well, saw the both of us carrying the flask and buckets, and they thought the both of us were serving and threw their pathetically bad temper at us. Rude sounds like "Hey" & "Hoi" were heard among the places where we passed by.

Damn, if I have to explain to everyone that we're not waiters, I'd die of thirst. So we ignored those clowns and charged through, with the thought of "Haha, you losers ! Get them yourself, lazybummers !"

When we reached there, we got our stuff thanks to the directions from the dishwashers (strange, right?), and rushed back to our tables, going through another round of "Hey" 's & "Hoi" 's.

P/S To Waiter from Waiter Rant, if you're reading this, of course... You'd puke blood the moment you see those bunch of undeserving morons. I wonder what acts will you pull when you serve them, Heheheh...

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Network Marketing = Spider Web Luring Flies

Heck, this world of mine is going haywire. Espacially with the fact that some friends act more like spambots rather than humans.

It's like mushrooms after the rain - suddenly most of the kids I used to know are involved in network marketing, or maybe in their minds, money-making business. People whom I used to know back in middle school (heck, I've lost contact with most of them for a long time) pops out from nowhere, and they managed to dish out my phone number in amazing ways. Then they will invite me out for some coffee, and in the middle of some conversation they will bring out a file containing a whole load of crap, and thus their one-vs-one presentation commences - which most of the time I'm dreaming my time away instead of listening.

This is growing into an unhealthy trend. In the university which I'm attending, a lot of people are participating -and perhaps fighting each other for competition - in this 'business'. People whom I called friends are now people who are ordered by some-unknown-hand to use their own friends as their source of income. No, not their income, but the some-unknown-hand's income. Dammit.

Money drives people nuts. Or rather, people drives themselves nuts with money. The desire of wealth has turned many people into something that's inhuman at all. And that's the price to be paid for Greed, something like a contract with the Devil.

A few weeks ago, I saw this on the headlines of some paper : "Middleschooler involving in network marketing owes debts." Is this supposed to happen to a kid who's supposed to enjoy his/her teens ? Who's responsible for pulling that poor fellow into this mess ? I'd say nobody will. Because that damned fellow who set up the organization and started the whole thing, who took all the credits of being the founder and who took MOST of the profits from his/her victims (including my friends), will only KEEP QUIET AND REMAIN SILENT about this unfortunate event. And I'm not joking about this.

That's why I vowed to myself not to participate any of those, despite how TEMPTING the profits are, as described by my friends. The game of trust is nothing more than a gamble, and you lose more than you will gain in gambling.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Oh by the way...

Friend wanted me to print & deliver a couple of letters to a Buddhist organization. He sent me the letters via e-mail, but I didn't dare to read through it.

Why? Because I want to keep away from picking the grammar mistakes inside the letter. With one eye closed I printed out the letter and am now preparing to send out the letter.

Mum, who was just aside and took a short glance into the letter, commented :"Huh, Uni student's level of English."

......

Jackass

Nosy people are annoying; noisy people, maybe not that bad.

But combine these two into one person, and you'll maximise the effect of annoyance.

Was helping Mum cleaning up after dinner that day. I was cleaning the tablecloth with a bound-to-explode stomach, and due to that much of inefficiency I was being labelled by Mum as "worse than a girl". (Yikes)

Then, exactly after one second, we heard someone laughing behind our house and we fell silent, surprised. Apparently, one of the ladies working in the signboard-making company behind our house overheard our conversation. And she had a 'good' reputation of laughing resembling a jackass (well, wanna put in hyena but I decided to be honest here.)

Lesson learnt here: Eavesdropping is already rude enough, but laughing at what you're eavesdropping ON THE SPOT makes you a jerk.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Finale

Oh blast where was I? Oh yeah, the final one...

Went there with another candidate (a girl now in Form 6), and we ended up chatting for the whole day while waiting. Uh wait, that's not only that :(

Anyway, both of us were in different groups, and it appears that my group was called out first to perform the parking +++ test. The moment I was in the queue, I felt like I was in Heaven. Imagine, 6 Chinese girls in front, and 5 girls behind (though most are Malay, the prettiest Chinese girl was among them) I guess Lady Luck smiled on me, though I don't believe in luck anymore.

Anyway, I passed the test well, then proceeded to wait for the on-road test. And dammit, I've waited till lunch break, then the Muslims have to go for their prayers (it was Friday) and well, I went for lunch with the girl and her friend which coincidently was taking the test too.

Well, life have never been that sweet. For that few moments I felt like a jerkass that deserved to be with the opposite gender.

Anyway, after lunch, it wasn't long before we were called to hit the roads. The girl was first, and five minutes later she was driven back by her instructor to the center. She was quite unhappy about it, and her friend and I spent a couple of hours trying to get her out of it.

Then, it was my turn. For the first few moments, I had problems with the clutch and that instructor told me to turn back (dammit), but I pretended that I couldn't get what he said, and that fellow shut his mouth up because the problem was fixed and he couldn't say anything about it. And well, I passed the remaining stuff without failure, and it's a Pass.

Then it was the girl's friend's turn, and she too was unlucky, only this time she was instructed to drive back instead of being driven back.

Actually I didn't feel good about passing it. Mum had arranged some undercounter process for that. But all of us had concluded that, it's still best to get it pass with paying that rather than going for repeats, which literally will cost more than that. It wasn't nice, but there's no choice for that :(

The girl was still depressed, and I treated her a drink to cheer her up.I did that for the sake of myself too, because I wasn't in a good mood for the 'dirty' Pass.

Ah damn it, to hell with those corrupted systems !

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Codename:Lazy

I'm getting lazy to post nowadays. Thanks to fatigue from the accounting stuff and the driving test.

I will post what happened during my driving test tomorrow, but I doubt that, since Elder Sis is going to hog at my comp for Maple Story.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 5

Yeah, I sort of 'vowed' to myself that I will not be writing until the 16-hour driving lessons are complete. Stupid oath, because it's just an excuse for me not to write =P

Anyway, let's look back at what happened during the whole week of driving practice.

Day 1, May 11th, 2 pm - 5 pm

Well, the instructor (let's call him Mech, since I have no idea what his name is and also he gave me an impression of a mechanic instead of an instructor) came to my house more than 1 hour late, and it turned out that Mech have to drop someone before he can fetch me. Then, without wasting time, we drove off to the famous Kelana Jaya Training Center (it's been there for years, I can't even remember when it was there in the 1st place).

Mech taught me about how to make the car move by releasing the clutch a little, and then he made me practice changing between the 1st gear and the reverse gear. Then he had me doing it alone while he went somewhere (I don't know where, but I reckoned he went for a pee or coffee or something)

After some time, he returned and had me making rounds within the tracks, which includes bypassing the slope without stopping, and well, the day went through pretty well easily.


Day 2, May 12th, 10 am - 2 pm

Mech improved by coming 40 minutes late. He taught me about the slope - it's Hell if you have a terrible sense of timing. It took me a few tries, retries and embarassingly, dead engines before I finally caught the right timing and the techniques to perform it perfectly. I found myself having trouble with the clutch, a nightmare that's scary enough to drive people into using auto transmission instead. But well, I was happy that I managed to force myself to do it right =D. Only thing that pissed me off was that some noob students from the nearby secondary decided to jaywalk at the slope area, which made me nervous of their existence. They never consider the chances that they could have been robbed of their lives under the hands of a road newbie. Idiots.

(Oh, did I tell you that, for the 4 long hours, Mech slept in the car for 3 with me driving the car like a timebomb that will explode anytime?)

Anyway, when it's time to go home, Mech did something I bet he'd do the same to the other students - forcing his student to drive back home. He had me cruising on the LDP, take the exit near Western Digital to the road that leads to my house, and in between there are a couple of turns and twists.

Day 3, May 13th, 2 pm - 6 pm

If the last 2 days were easy, this day easily fits the description of HELL. Mech had me going for side-parking practices, and I practiced it all alone that afternoon, sweating to the heat with the car at the brink of overheating. Mech managed to return before I exploded, and he had me going for a try for the 3-point turn, and then the slope. Then he had me going for rounds in side-parking - 3-point turn - slope sequence.

As a result or too much steeering, my arms and fingers felt like they do not belong to me anymore. But luckily Mech permitted me to have a break before he left for his coffee break, and I pulled the car to the side for some rest and get my hands washed, before continuing the same thing over and over again for the last 2 hours.

Mech made me drive back home again. I was lucky my hands were still functioning, despite it suffers the same pain in conjunction with my waist, legs and feet.

Day 4, May 14th, 11 pm - 1 pm

Today came as a surprise for me. The white Kancil came in punctually, and me, dumbstruck while holding my lunch box, hurried out to find that a lady I haven't met before was there waiting for me. At first I thought there was some mistake, but the lady said that she actually came for me. Then, the next thing I knew, the lady let me drive all the way to Section 17, with Mum and Sis Jr. watching me driving away from home =_=".

After a few traffic lights, a roundabout, lots of turns and loads of yelling by the lady, we safely arrived to the place where my L license was to be collected. After that, I drove back to PJ via LDP, and out from the Western Digital exit, and once again the lady wanted me to drive through another round to Section 17 and back again (whoa~), and later we proceed to the KJ training center and I had a 'revision' on the 3 events before returning home.

(Later I found out that she's Judy's mother...)

Day 5, May 15th, 2 pm - 7 pm or longer

This came as a BIGGER surprise; 12:30pm Judy's Mum called, saying that the instructor that's supposed to fetch me had met up with a fire accident, so the lessons were postponed to the next day, 10 am. How fateful.

Day 4, May 16th, 10 am - 7 pm

Judy's Mum was punctual as usual, and she let me drive again - this time, all the way to Puchong. Apparently she have a couple of students to pick up, and I'm supposed to be fetched by Judy but she was busy, so her Mum came instead.

The journey was nice; highways are actually easy because they are broad and there's some space for errors. Anyway, she took over when we reached the 1st student's house (Indian lady, married), and then after fetching the 2nd student (Peter, Chinese kid, 2 years younger than me)we were on our way to Hulu Langat, where out test venue was located.

On the way Judy's Mum briefed through some stuff tips about driving and the driving test, and once we reached there, we found ourselves doing the things we have practiced for the past few days. Then, the Indian lady and me took the trial test (Peter couldn't go for it that soon because he accidently left his IC and L license at home; it was later brought to him by Judy), and we managed to pass it properly. Then later on, we were tutored one by one by Judy's Mum for the on-the-road test.

That wasn't an easy thing to do; it involves a lot of stopping and handbraking, even though most of the time it sounds annoying to have to handbrake behind the barely visible white lines.

Anyway, the both of us got through that with another load of yellings from Judy's Mum, and later it was Peter's turn to do that, after he got through the trail test, of course. Because of that, all of us went back 3 hours late from scheduled.

I reached home at around 7pm, and boy, the 16 hours are over, and what I need too do now is to memorize all the steps and simulate the situations whenever possible to enhance my skills for the upcoming real test at Friday, 8am.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Time & It's Tale

Went back to Muar, Johor this Saturday, to celebrate Mother's Day with Grandma (Dad's Ma, that is) . Left at 4pm. Can't remember much about the journey except telling Mum about the geodesic dome on top of the hill nearby the KLIA PLUS exit, then next thing I knew, we were already in Muar City.

Yes, Muar, Bandar Maharani, the City of the Empress, once the place that nearly got the chance to be the spot for hosting one of the greatest empires in Malay history, but the founder Parameswara has his eyes on Malacca instead.

The moment my eyes opened, the scenary of streets, cars and people filled in. It's always good to see such a lively scene, much more alive than a modern city like Kuala Lumpur, at least.

Streets that are crowded with slow-moving traffic, people walking around the place, motorcycles, bicycles, and old shophouses with zinc roofs and pillars with Chinese signboards on it. Ah... what a sight.

Since we reached Muar earlier than we expected, the 5 of us went to a coffee shop to get some drinks. The coffee shop was splendid; a corner lot, interiors decorated simply with a mirror and a glass rack filled with medals and trophies, with a nice view of the traffic of cars and people, resembling the Chinese version of a sidewalk cafe. The customers in the shop, guys who sat alone drinking, were trying to kill time by watching the flow moving around.

Dad & Mum ordered coffee while my Younger Sis and Bro had barley, and I got myself a nice cup of tea. I observed the paintwork on one of the walls of the shophouses at the opposite - for a shophouse that has stood for at least forty years, it was painted with cyan to make it look new; yet the rough surface beneath tells another story - a story about what it has witnessed during it's younger times.

"Since when", Mum suddenly asked, "was the last time we had evening tea?"

"Well, we're too busy with our lives for evening tea." I replied.

She smiled. "Yeah, try to think what we normally do at this time, 6:30 in the evening. We're working..."

"Or either," I interrupted, "we're stuck in the jam right now." All of us laughed.

Yeah, it's no longer the age where people still have the time to breath anymore. Everything has changed - and nothing changes except for Change itself...

Anyway, we didn't stay for long, as Time doesn't permit a pause in it's journey. We finished off our drinks, and proceeded to the car and moved on to the restaurant where we're supposed to have dinner with Grandma and the rest of our relatives.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Thoughts...

Went to the Chinese Medicinal Hall to buy some herbs. Mum dropped me there while she went to look for somewhere to park her car, and she gave me a list of the herbs so the shopkeeper could refer to what she wants.

While I was there, I found myself standing next to an elderly lady, quite old, maybe near 70. Her back was slightly crooked, and wrinkles are everywhere around her, but well she was quite energetic. Her voice was strong while she reminded one of the shopkeepers about the special price quoted by the boss, and when she finally leave, her pace was fast despite her disadvantage of her body structure. I found myself struck with awe.

For that moment, I thought about my Grandma who stays in Muar, Johor. She was still energetic and could walk around freely and chat with the neighbours, before the accident occured during the end of 2003. She felled off the staircase, and as a result her arm was broken and the back of her head was severed due to the impact on the ground. As a result she was sent to the ICU, and she suffered from a certain level of amnesia that, she could remember old stuff but the newer memories were forgotten.

She had 5 daughters and 6 sons (including my Dad), but there was a cold war between them, and it too affects the priorities about the care needed by Grandma. It took quite a while before everything was *almost* restored to order. "11 children wasn't quite an easy task to raise", I thought, "yet Grandma ended up like this."

I thought back about myself too. Have I ever cared about Dad & Mum too? Not most of the time. So later on, I fetched Mum a cup of warm water to wash down the saltiness caused by our noodles for dinner, without her asking to do so.

Well, it's still not enough though. But I'll try my best again.