Sunday, July 10, 2005

KL drivers

Now at some mornings i get real pissed off and end up a sour lemon in office. The reason? It's just that most Malaysian drivers, particularly KL drivers, are rotten, obnoxious and - pardon the expression - totally FUCKTUP. Technically I'm a Malaysian road user myself but I know I'm a careful driver and I feel I'm justified enough for the following comments I'm about to make. I've driven enough until now to recognize and classify several types of road users which I think are the worst:

1) BLINKER HATERS. This extremely hateful disorder is commonplace especially, I repeat: ESPECIALLY among drivers of expensive sedans and SUVS, who actually are able to forget that their vehicles HAVE signal lights among the other redundant features in their machines that they've paid a hefty price for. They conveniently ignore the critical usage of their vehicle's signal lights, make a sudden turn into your face, and in no time at all, earn themselves a vehement cursing. They expect you to know what's their every move on the road and what's worse, after the entire caper and almost hitting you, the person stares at you like it was you who are the dangerous one. I mean, what the fuck...come on, blinker haters. If you drive a so-called *better* vehicle than i do doesn't mean I have to respect your sorry ass.

2) KIASU/AFRAID-TO-LOSE. 'Kiasu' - that's a word, or rather, a phrase in the hokkien dialect meaning 'afraid to lose', often used as a noun. Now one should be most careful of this particular class of pitiful subhuman road users because they are as inconsiderate as they are stupid. These people will NOT - repeat - NOT acknowledge nor respect your wish to switch lanes or make a turn, even if you are using one of the only means of communication on the road to tell them so: your signal lights. There was this occasion which happened to me weeks ago, when I was driving along the highway and wished to take a left at a fork. It was quite congested so I ended up having my blinkers switched on for almost 4 minutes, moving very slowly. At the end I gave up and switched it off, but then there was a break in the traffic with a slow-moving Proton Waja about 100-150 meters behind me. I switched on my signal, waited a few seconds to communicate my intentions to the Waja driver and took the turn. However, something happened to that Waja in my rear-view mirror. Being a KIASU, the driver of that Waja abruptly and deliberately sped up right after he saw me trying to change lane. I can se he wasn't going to let me change lanes, like he can do anything at that distance. Motherfucker came right at my tail, tail-gating me and blasted his horn. Right there and then I gave him what he and every single kiasu fucker on the road deserved: a long, sweet, juicy fuckfinger right out my window. The Waja driver, a malay bastard with a bitch in tudung at his side lost face for awhile, but later tried to earn it back by speeding up to my side and return me another fuckfinger, which was as futile as the slut at his side was impotent. She was wearing this expression of hatred so intense and ugly that it rivaled even the ugliest elephant assholes. He was wearing a baseball cap and some sort of hip-hop shirt with sunglasses pushed back up his forehead, like some american badass (sheesh...stereotype). The couple looked mad and they stared at me. I just smiled, shook my head and wiggled my index finger to them. Here's to you, fuckers: don't be heroes if you can't. Well now, just goes to show how inconsiderate some road-users are. Not that I have anything against malays or I'm rascist or anything like that, but just a note through experience - most kiasu drivers on the road that I've encountered are malays. They give you dirty looks, including the women. Heck, ESPECIALLY the women! Their attitudes totally change when they're in the shell of their automobiles. They simply CANNOT lose on the road. I wished that Waja did hit me in the backside, so's i can get that aerokit for my car at his expense after I sue his ass.

3) HESITANT CRABS. Though not directly causing danger on the road, this particular species of road-users can really make an accident happen. Of course, it is always understood to not do anything rash on the road, and to take things easy, and I would also understand one's predicament if he or she is still new on the road, but this is not the case. Some people, though I don't know why, just LOVE to hesitate so much, even though enough space and opportunity has been given to them to make their move, be it to make a turn or to switch lanes. They do it very slowly, almost like they're not doing anything at all, all the time floating in between lanes, disrupting traffic. And when you think they're not gonna make a move after all and you try to overtake them, they make a sudden move, and hesitate halfway again, leaving you braking like hell. When someone hesitates, you hesitate as well, and everyone hesitates, and everyone doesn't know what the fuck's going on, and everything becomes unpredictable. It's all so inconsiderate. Confronting a hesitating driver on the road always tend to make me hesitate as well. I mean, come on...be considerate, learn to read the other drivers and be sure, be CONFIDENT when to make your move. Don't hesitate and fuck everything up.

I guess that's it about KL drivers from me. They are lots more species of shitty KL drivers, but to be fair that's all I can think of right now that REALLY pisses me off. If you find that you classify as any one of the classes above and do the shit they do, it's time to rework your driving mentality, don't you think. =)

Thursday, July 07, 2005

WTF...

I am writing this from my company's only PC with internet connection.

Nothing urgent, just enjoying the cheap thrills of doing shit in my office while my boss' not around.

Oo-rah.

Not orgasmic great, but just great!

And here yet is another entry in this shitty blog of mine. Been having some pretty insignificant but interesting thoughts lately, and I've been wanting to update this blog with it for some time now, just never got round to it.

First on the menu - it's been one month since i started my job in Inspidea. Time for a progress report. (The past few entries are also about my job in Inspidea. *Phew*, how shitty.)

Well, as mentioned, it's been a month, and its all been great. Not orgasmic great, but just great! I've become chummier to the people there (at last). I'm very much inpressed with Raymond the Macross-head, who can paint and illustrate damn well. This guy's got a thing for robots and mechas and was born with a silver paintbrush in his mouth. And when i say he can paint and illustrate damn well, I mean he can paint and illustrate damn FUCKING GOOD, man! And he's a furry too, like I am (dont worry if you don't know what's a 'furry'. It means you aren't one and it ain't something bad). Every single one of the guys there in my office are damn talented in their own ways, not only Raymond, and we all sort of make up a complete party. They sorta made me in charge of 3D (thanks alot, MMU), and they seem to be having this thing for 3D and Maya. Too much 2D and Toon Boom in their systems I think.

Damn...and just when I'm starting to get to know them better, Edward and Auday's going away. Auday, or Oday in my previous entry, has already gone last week friday. His internship's over, and it's back to uni for him. I'm gonna miss that guy.

Oh well, as of yesterday monday we picked up two new shipmates, Julian from The One Academy (Wooooooo!) who knows Maya as well, and intern Nora, and she's a girl! The guys were all totally hormones since she came in. Those two seem okay, and anyways, hope to become best of friends with them. If you're reading this, welcome aboard, mates.

As for the outdoors part, I'm beginning to get used to the idea of driving to and fro every morning to work. Paying the toll and parking fees is beginning to get easier on me - no more (petty?) calculations as to how much it will amount to every month! Just me and my lovely grey Ozy every morning along the highway, just us two. Ozy's my best friend my car. I talk to 'im every day about my problems and ideas, and he listens and responds. Not like some damn fool humans.

Alright, you've probably had enough of Inspidea already. My next entry'll be different, unless there was something REALLY interesting in office to write about. Like a sex fest.

Damn fool humans.