it took me a whole day to think about it.
thats why it came one day late.

er yea. now you know why its one day late.

nothing short of fucking brilliant.
steel horse.
to get or not to get?
about a month back.
i rode a steel horse.

i've ridden pillion a load of times.
The first time i was scared shitless.
but adnan was riding it. thats why i was scared shitless.

then i got use to it.
100+km/h on kenny's, mumbo's and hanif's on the highway to hell.
no freaking problem.
cept for the shifting helmet.

Then my bloake wira got his.
and he took his pride and joy over one late evening for a couple of cigs and supper.
he offered me a ride on his steel horse.
It was a offer too much to give up on.
Pronto we headed to a empty parking lot in the middle of the night.
wira had a kawa. =]
wootz.
the fact that the horse was in a shade of metallica green was loss on me.

kickstarted the motherfucker.
Rumbled into life, the steel horse buckled under my balls rearing to go.
with a twist of the right wraist, the baby gave a low growl rising into the shriek of a banshee.
and i was grinning like a mad fuck.

clencing my left fist, with a deft flick of my left foot, i put the babe into gear.
coax my right wrist downwards, releasing the grip on my left fist, it moved off.
feet onto the footrest, i took off.

I was moving. ever so smoothly. a sensation hard to describe.
*alright, time to shift gears like what wira said. (read: i have no fucking licence.)
left fist tighten, left foot flicked ever so softly upwards. release pressure on left fist.
the bike lurch eagerly. the engine tone changing in sync with the grin on my face.

wind in my hair, its a great experience. no helmet? nevermind lar.

lets go darling. alil more power. i coaxed my right wrist ever so slightly downwards.
picking up speed, all rational thoughts were abandoned.
lets do one more gear change. i mean, why not?
repeat execution. easily done.
bike moves ever faster.
wooooooooooooooooooooot!

vroooooooooooooooooooooooom.


riding a motorcycle is indeed a great experience.
driving a car never did bring as much joy and andrenelin as riding a bike.
even in an empty car park, riding a bike is waaaay more fun then driving a car.
its about poetry in motion. coaxing the bike into a turn is akin to dancing with a partner.
and this partner doesnt step on your toes nor refuse to let you take the lead.
it does what you expect it to do. except with more panache and more pace than you expect.
and with great style no less.

it's just great =]

but then....
listening to johan's horror stories about motorcycle accidents....
really. scares the shit outta me.







being single.
was talking to mu'izz on msn just now.
was telling him how great it was that azlin could accompany him for his appointments and physio sessions at the hospital. (he had his knee operated on. me him are crocked. Me him on MC. )

and so he starting shitting on me about my male macho swining single talk (or which he referred to as "male macho posturing" whatever the fuck it meant) that i always dumped on him.
and how i called him names liked "handcuffed" "henpecked" "one-gina" "whipped" and other assortments of male degrading terms.

and so we proceeded to discuss why I'm how I am today. single.
and to our discussion and my points which muizz totally agreed on.
1) im too fucking picky.
2) i dont even bother looking.
3) i abhore being responsible to someone
4) i hate people being on my back and on my case all the time. (dont deny it. females are possesive! and naggy!)
5) I dont like being tied down. it irks me. (marriage? wots that?)
6) too much of a free spirit who does whatever tickles my fancy.

so there. if you have any other unsavory comments about me being commitment phobic, please feel free to add. Im open to comments and criticism. but dont expect me not to retort you in a vile and uncivilized manner cos thats what i do. in most cases =]


oh shite.
its 5:57am.
gonna hit the sack now.
nites guys.

Can you say Meg-Nee-Fee-Ceeent?















oh, wots this?
Podi got new friends.
A Xenos RHP Portable AMP named Xop.
A pair of Audio Technica Stainless Steel ES-7 Ear Suits named Essy. (pronounced Ez, easy or fuck you understand?!)
And together, i love you, you love me, we are happy family.
(the quiksilver box is their 5 room govt ( me lar.) provided home.)

actually, now all i need is better mini to mini interconnects. Wait, make that Pure Silver mini to mini interconnects at that.

I swear, music never sounded better.
300 bucks. worth every fucking penny.
I know cos i got the receipt. Why got receipt if present!?
for warranty purposes lar.

eh yea. Birthday Present from friends lar. smashing bo?

woot woot.




anyway, got to explain why i haven been blogging.
First, Italy won the world cup. So i have been busying celebrating. Pretending to be italian, eating pasta, being cheaky with ladies( my mum) and the like.

Secondly, the WC has ended. I contemplated ending my life cos i didnt know how to go on without the WC, but since my new audio products landed just in time, i figured life still meant something.

Thirdly, I didnt know what to blog about. Cept for the rather unfortunate accident last friday. But then, I dont think i wanna go there. its not exactly funny. but erm. ah fug. lets just say its rather unfortunate and leave it there.




So yes, I know I havent exactly been blogging substantial stuff and I know I'm guilty of it.
But anyway. I got something that i want to share with everyone today that i have kept cooped up in my heart for quite some time.

I think its time for me to let it all go and come clean.










I hate.
I absolutely abhore.
I cannot stress more.
I dont know why.

PEOPLE ARE TAKING SELF POTRAITS(definition below) AND POSTING THEM ON FUCKING FRIENDSTER OR USING EM ON THEIR FUCKING BLOG OR AS MSN DISPLAY.

self potrait: def -
the idiotic , pathetic and extremely narccisitic way of taking a photograph by holding a handphone/camera out and taking a picture of one self. Characterised by arm sticking out in photo and subject having a pained or constipately sweet expression. This is also commonly accompanied by some cheebye act cute posing with fingers in the denominations of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. They sometimes try 11 but fail because they forget that they only have 10 fingers.

This form of eratic behaviour usually surfaces itself in the female demography of our society.
When one finds such specimen of the male origin, one must prepare to take out the M16S1 or SAR21, proceed to load, cock , switch to fire mode and squeeze trigger at male subject matter. Own time, own target. Brownie points are awarded if you empty the whole magazine of bullets into subject matter. EXTRA brownie points(which are already extra) would be give if you use the GPMG instead of the above assualt rifles. For the uninitiated or female who has not been been thru NS, GPMG stands for General Purpose Machine Gun. Its widely accepted as one of the most important weapons for a platoon strength attack and thus very suitable to take out pussyfied tweety birds who take self potraits for themselves.



Why are self potraits dumb? and ugly? and disgusting? and dumb? and stupid? and desperate? and erm. fuck lar.

Firstly, you dont look like some stupid dork positioning the camera infront of yourself and checking back at everysingle fucking shot.
thats not composing a photo. thats pissing all over the art of photography.

Secondly, for every photo that you take, your fucking arm is sticking out in the photo. Now must i elaborate how horrible that looks? I think i must cos loads of people still do that stupid shit.

Thirdly, every single self potrait is not well taken. Why? because the camera is held with one hand, your hand tends to shake. and when you shake, your photo is blurry. but that might not be a bad thing. Since people cant see your mofo ugly face clearly. Hmm, maybe those ahlians are using this tactic. I dont know. I wont know.

There are somemore reasons why a self take potrait looks absolutely crap. But Im just lazy to elaborate.
I'll leave you with a picture for study purposes.














If you cant read the text in green. double click, select save picture as. Now once you save, you can zoom all you like you myopic fucktards.

So you see, this self taken potrait looks like absolute bull fuck. (yea, you read it correctly. Bull, as in male cow.)
All the tell tale signs are there. The stupid pained expression, the fucking cheebye act cute posing with the fingers and the ugly as fuck arm sticking out of the photo.
now thats! a bad picture.

If you want pictures of yourself taken, ASK someone.
Maybe me. I may do if for you if i like you enough. But you get my point.

If there isnt anyone around and you really really really really need to take a photo of yourself.
I suggest you use the timer.
Yes. a timer. Its a option on all cameras and some phones have it built in.
USE A TIMER.
You still look ugly as fuck as composition is all out of place. But at least you eliminate the fucked up arm sticking out of the photo.

So there.

I tired. I think i dont want to blog liao.
Bub bye.

ps, by the way, this blog is best viewed using mozilla. On IE, my post are all in the center and look ugly as sin. So now you know huh.