Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Hello chicks and dic... ducks,
'Time' is being cheeky this time round again. Before i knew it 10 days has passed since my last post. You know the old saying, "time flies by very fast when you're having fun and sex". I dont know much about the latter though, but i do know that 'Time' has got a new aircraft model and they are using top of the crop level technology. Don't fcuk around man 'Time', sooner or later i will not be able to catch up with the times. :(
Anyways, the past weekend, i spent my Vesak & Mothers day in "The Land of the Millionaires" - Batam. It was supposed to be a family reunion with the rest of my blood relatives there although it was only my first time seeing them. All this while i was convinced that my identity card had a typo in it. When i get angry or sad, i console myself by looking at my IC. Under the 'race' section is the lone word 'Japanese'.
How i longed to meet my counterparts in Japan. Everyday i remind myself that eventhough i am always so unlucky, eventually good karma will return and i will end up with a Japanese chick for my life partner or wife. Not too long later(after 19years) did i realise that the Japanese stated in my IC was actually 'Javanese' and after meeting my other relatives in indonesia did i realise that i was living a delusion. And so that's the end of part one.
Okay, you know the standard stories about people learning how to drive or ride in foreign countries without having a license and then boasting to their buddies about their experience. Well, a certain someone tried to do that but ended with an epic fail. And that some one was.. nevermind cannot say here. Shy!
Lets cut the story short since i have to go to school soon, i asked my Aunt Seri there then to lend me her son's bike. She obliged thinking that i was an experienced rider, the truth was - i wasn't, hehehe. But anyways she gave me a few pointers upon my request of which the short and brief tutorial went something like this:
Seri said "This bike use electric starter one, ya press there to switch on"
Wan asked curiously and excitedly "Really, which one? This button issit?"
Wan presses the switch lightly and the bike comes to life growling and realeasing its pure energy and might.
Seri explained calmly, at times scratching her neck in agony "Apply abit of gas to make the bike move, then the brake is.."
Wan interrupted her speech and surprisingly said "Oh easy la, put gas and.............."
Wan revved the engine and the bike suddenly brought him on the highway way to hell.
Wan thought to himself silently during the journey "HOLY SHIT! FUCK HOW DO I STOP THIS MF'KER"
Then he thought of an ingenious plan and got enlightened "FUCK WHERES THE BRAKES! ARGH NO TIME FOR ALL THAT, BETTER USE MY FEET AND STOP THIS"
Wan stomped his feet on the ground and suddenly everything was in slowmo. He fell gracefully, like a swan, and crashed into the ground. Many people who saw that thought they saw a falling rotten jack fruit(nangka busuk). By then his uncle and cousin who were chasing him on foot caught up to him.
His uncle, Mr Desedyl, smiled and said cheerfully "Wan, ngak apa2? Bisa jalan?"(Wan are you alright? You look handsome today)
But Mr Desedyl picked up the wrecked bike instead leaving him to lie on the ground for a few minutes to cherish and savour the moment..
"Hmm, lets see what time is it.. Holy shit what happened to my arm?!"
Teaching my cousin the ways of a waiter.
"Eh you step on dog manure isit?"
The red compliments well with brown.
If you look closely, the white plaster is actually a ladies.. Ek-hem!..
Sorry for the zoom-in, i didnt know how to zoom out after this pic was taken:(
Thats all for today folks. See you soon ^_^
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Signing off.. 5/13/2009 01:21:00 AM
