no women no cry...

but women can make your life a happier place to be.

so for the past few months, i have been, in a way, distancing myself with my girlfriendS, for different reasons such as i'm 'bengang' with them or there's just no time to make an effort. i lived, and am still breathing. life goes on, with or without them.

but no doubt, there's a part of my soul that felt starved, that felt like it is not satisfied. that it needs women... as wrong as that may sound. but it is true. some things, only women can do.

like, listening to what a guy wants to talk about. not to say that guys don't listen as good as the girls do. but... it's different.

and that is exactly what has been happening with me this past few months. the deprived soul  has been longing for the girls. and it was only last night that the longing has been fulfilled...

... this entry doesn't sound so right, does it?

but  yeah, so last night baru la, after some random thoughts, i got to meet a friend. and boy, was it...

... but puas hati, last night. lepas semua. from the little things that have been buggering us, to the bigger ones that have been bothering both.


now we're free. and till we meet again next year. haha.

ibrah dari eksiden

with the right perspective, i could learn a whole lot of lessons from this not-so-tragic accident that i had abit more than a week ago. but since i just finished watching the marathon Nadal-Nole AO12 final, i think i'll just stick to the theme.

if there's one thing that i can now understand, it is about how a professional athlete, like footballers, would feel when he's out injured. ever since i started this running regime (and other workouts), i think i can't recall the last time i was out injured this long. the last serious injury that i can recall is when i rolled on my ankle playing basketball. but that was when i was still in my 3rd year. back then, i have not started my almost daily workout.

so, imagine, you've been working out almost everyday for the past 1 year or so. and suddenly you're not doing it not by choice (which happens quite often also... but that's understandable), but due to factors that you can't control. such as an accident that no one would want to happen to them. causing injury. and you're out for so long, you just don't know what to do.

and i just watched Rafa-Nole laboured super-human-ly across the entire 6-hour match, until one guy emerged victorious. makes me feel itchy to go back to do what i enjoy doing. to play tennis on weekends. to go for a run on a treadmill (not so much enjoyment... but still).

at least the running. but i can't even walk properly right now.

sometimes i feel like i'm useless. not completely useless as in tak-guna kinda. but when you're so used to do something and suddenly you just are not able to do it due to factors that you can't control...

... bengang jugak kot.

but i dare not risk aggravating my injury, if i rushed myself. i just can't imagine being sidelined for a longer period than i already am now.

*prays

saya eksiden

pada pagi ini, saya kemalangan.

Tina melanggar sebuah kereta Saga FL, di lampu isyarat yang tidak berfungsi, pada kelajuan tinggi, dalam lebih kurang 60km/j, atau lebih. Tina remuk di bahagian depan, memerlukan rawatan, tetapi sekadar pesakit luar (orang bengkel tu kata petang dah boleh siap)

manakala, saya pula... alhamdulillah, tiada kecedaraan parah... so far. sekadar satu luka di lutut (bawah pada lutut actually). cuma kaki kanan, sakit yang belum surut, sejak dari pagi. akibat dari dihimpap motor time jatuh tu. aneh juga, sebab sakit dia agak lama. doktor kata, tiada trauma pada tulang. tapi belum dapat nak dipastikan. esok pagi ada lagi temujanji, di klinik doktor di ampang. itu baru akan buat ultrasound, MRI, x-ray, whatever.

sakitnya kaki kanan itu, sampai tak boleh berjalan... boleh la, tapi satu kaki je la. yang belah kiri. kanan ni memang limping (mengengsot?). ada juga la, tapak tangan kanan ni, kadang2 terasa sakit, pada satu postur tertentu. pain is more obvious while typing. right now i'm just worried that i may not be able to hold a racquet. but i think this is nothing serious.

but you know what's the best thing is? the fact that i still am at the office, despite being given 2 days off by the doctor. 2 days off for CNY next week made me forego this MC, at least for today. otherwise i wouldn't be able to make the deadline kot.

kiasu geyl weh aku...

the thing about T-ara...

...is, i have no clue about what they're trying to achieve.

it's the same with all of k-pop actually.

btw. remember Roly Poly? i've told you how i'm unimpressed with them after watching a video of theirs dancing to that song. well guess what. i've flipped.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s64J9Qfz6ZM

the appeal? they all shuffle, in unison. kagum kot!!! (and the outfit is a bit more tolerable than the usual nosebleeding type we see with female k-pop bands; altho still a bit jinjang in my opinion)

try la tengok. it makes me miss Glee, in a way. Brittany, Mike Chang, Santana, Artie (in Safety Dance), the crew.

hello, yuni!

introducing, the latest sweetheart in the house. unifi.

the day she moved in, i downloaded a movie, just to celebrate the occasion (read: more like to try the connection). at around 150kbps before 12, and 200+kbps after midnight, after around 2 hours, i got myself a copy of 1.4gb 50/50 movie. ecstatic.

then worked and worked as usual. and thought of watching more movies. so i googled for top 10 movies of 2011.

i just downloaded Drive, in stunning details, at 700mb, in less than 30 minutes.

next up: Hugo. and The Descendants.

di petang bila azmir tak kacau.

di googletalk, baru lalu.

gadis: nak suruh tido ke?
daku: suruh tido? buat apa. kalau boleh, saya tanak bagi awak tido kot.
gadis: kenapa?
daku: mana boleh. saya tengah berjaga bersengkang mata (editor: it's 3.30pm...), gigih bekerja, nak kasi awak tido? 
daku: tidak, tidak...
gadis: maksud awak, awak nak isteri awak bekerja jugak?
gadis: tak boleh suri rumah?
gadis: lol
gadis: *sila jangan ketawa*
gadis: *walaupun dalam hati*
daku: none of the above.
daku: ...

apecer?

tukar tiub tayar.

so last Friday, on the way to work, my bike actually hit/rode over a road light reflector as shown by the photo above. the bump was a little bit more 'felt' than usual bumps and humps on the road, probably due to the round nature of the thing, combined with the fact that i was going at quite a speed (around 70-80kmh).

but nothing wrong was felt for some period of time after the incident. until a few hundred meter away from my office, i felt some wobbles with the front tyre while negotiating a corner. by the time i reached the basement of my office building, i can feel the tyre valve, every time the tyre rotated. as i parked my bike, i can see the flatness of the punctured tyre.

dead end. but screw the flat tyre. i had work, and later in the day i had to go back early as i had to attend a cousin's nikah ceremony later at night, having to leave KL early considering the Friday evening traffic. so i just left the bike there, with the flat tyre, from morning of Friday, until 5pm today, Monday.

so, kisah pertama: ditegur mak guard.

so our basement has two side entrances, one is on the Tabung Haji side, while the other one is near the Esso/Caltex side. i was pushing my punctured bike from the TH side to the other side entrance, when, upon reaching the entrance/exit, i was stopped by a female guard, and she told me that bikes can't use that entrance/exit.

so i half-heartedly acknowledged, and told her that i didn't know about the rule. then i continued to push towards the exit, and have already gone out of the entrance/exit, albeit by a mere 70cm, when she stood in my direction, and insisted that i push back INTO the building, and made the longer journey using the normal entrance.

i tried to argue, i think i used 2 arguments, but to no avail. realizing that keep on arguing will not give the desired result, not to mention that i'm just too tired still holding the punctured bike, i said okay, and i turned back. inside, i was filled with mixed emotions, but most of them are negative ones. rage, anger, feel like cursing, feel like hitting her in the face, feel like rebelling i.e. to ignore her and continue pushing my bike out. all sorts. but i succumbed. surrendered.

kesimpulan, moral dari kisah pertama:

a coin has two sides. if she was a bit more rational and logical, and also compassionate, she should've let me pass. i'm new, so i don't know that there exists such rule, and i've let her know of the fact. and i was also in some sort of a difficulty. i was pushing my punctured bike, for basement's sake, not speeding my bike thru the forbidden entrance. what's worse that could happen?

however, she may have some valid points. firstly, rules are rules. and that should be enough. secondly, she's just doing her job. what if, in Akhirat, God asked her about her not being responsible by not doing what she's supposed to do? who's going to be held accountable for that? what if she would then find me to accuse me of making her do it?

i shall leave it at that. because that's only one part of the whole story.

kisah kedua: mat pit berubah.

so despite the major hiccup (so, more like, choking?), i still made it to the petrol station to pump some air into my flat tyre. got to the first air pump, and tried pumping in air. but nothing happened.

and while i was struggling with the pump, came one guy, dressed not so shabbily, but smelled a little bit unpleasantly. i could sense that he was up to some thing, but he just didn't seem to be able to say it. it went something like this:

"abang... saya rasa saya tak patut pun cakap dengan abang sekarang..."
"heh?"
"ok la, saya cakap terus je la..."
"ye saya"
"saya tak rasa yang saya layak pun cakap dengan abang..."
*wth...* "hmm...?"
"ok ok, saya terus cakap je la..."
"okay..."
"tayar takde angin ke bang?"
*wtfudge betul... you think???* "entah, tak keluar pulak angin pam ni"
"try yang sana (neighbouring pump station Esso) pulak la kot"
"hmm... tapi malas la pulak"
"a'ah ek, nak kena tolakkan la"
"hm, boleh cuba lagi kot"
"okay abang saya cakap je la terus ye"
"hmm..." *dude, please do*
"saya sebenarnya..."

and then he started telling about how he's hungry, and he's only starting to work tonight, and whatnot. and after i gave up with the pump machine, i told him about how i'm also in a dire financial plight, with my cash position yadayada. which is true, i think i have only RM100 left until the next pay. thank God that would be next week. and i still have this punctured tyre to think about. but anyway. so i had to tell him that i couldn't help him much. and he just left.

then i pushed the bike to the other petrol station, and found a perfectly working air pump. but i couldn't get it to work until after 3 or 4 times, then only i got to fill the tyre with some air. it was filled, but i could hear some air going out as well. meaning there's some hole somewhere on the tyre. but i thought maybe i could go far enough on the bike until it becomes flat again, at least until the next available petrol station.

i was about to seriously undertake that risk (because the tyre could very well flatten before i reach the next pump station, and a lot of dangerous things could happen if you ride a flat-tyred bike. but then suddenly, a guy on his bike stopped beside me, and then asked me if the tyre is punctured. then some conversation happened, i agreed to pay him RM15 to change the tube, and around 20 minutes later i'm on my way back home already.

i don't know if RM15 is a lot for tube-changing service, a mobile service that is. but what happened was, at the end when i wanted to pay him, i handed him RM20, and was willing to let him keep the change. he refused.

so he gave me back the RM5 balance, on top of other meaningful lessons that i got to take away from the chance to meet this tukar-tiub fella.

1. i now have a mobile motorcycle mechanic who covers almost the whole of KL (his record so far is as far as KLIA), in case of puncture, and maybe everything else also.

2. i found a living example of a guy who once living the dangerous life with drugs but was not at the level of chronic addiction, and managed to turn away completely from the hell. he's now living a simple life, earning honestly, working around the clock (got a day job... tukar tiub is part-time i.e. whenever called), despite the meagre return. he even has his own house actually.

3. learned that there's no shortcut to happiness. one needs to work hard to achieve what he/she wants to achieve.

4. realized that i can be sociable, when i put in the effort.

5. learn some new tips about (caring for the) tyre. a) do not buy the cheapest tyre. go for something that's at least RM60. better to go for known brands. best to buy michelin. b) pump in air once a week, or even twice a week. c) tukar tiub tayar is around RM15. d) for tubeless tyre, the air valve is much longer than the tubed tyre. around 1 inch longer. e) changing motorcycle tyre is not for commoners.

what an experience. i went back, feeling some weird sound and wobble with the bike. but i might just be paranoid.

Roly Poly

alkisah i have a friend who is a k-pop fanatic. and lately he (yes, he.... needless to say the k-pop band is a girl band) has been posting links, be it video or something else, about T-ara, more specifically, about one of their songs, Roly Poly.

so, the slow method of persuasion finally succumbed to me, and i decided to maybe check out what it's all about. so i opened one link, and it was a youtube video. and, typical of k-pop, it shows them girls (it's the same with boy bands too) dancing.

now, those of you who know me well enough or read this blog long enough will know about my fondness on dancing. and because of that, i watched the video for quite a while. one minute into the video, and i'm not impressed. and also, if you know me well enough or read this blog long enough, you will also know that i'm not so much into anything Korean, not even Samsung smartphones. so by the time they finished singing their first chorus, i closed the video.

HOWEVER. the very line "Roly Poly... dadadada" has been stuck in my head for the past 20 minutes.

okay let's listen to The Fray to counteract this.