and they huffed, and they puffed...
life has been pretty mundane recently and yest was a welcome change. quite an eventful day i must say.
woke up early coz ahmad here had to drive parents to JB again. by early, i meant 10+ am. by my standards, thats early. the trip to msia was routine, sped along BKE, horned at taxis trying to be funny, cleared customs, blah blah blah...
i've been referring to taxis as "cabxis" recently. my mouth-brain coordination is suffering. darn.
i really think my mum is such a scaredycat. juz bcoz i horned at a msia cab trying to barge into my lane, she freaked. said stuff about drive slower lar, its their road, dun horn at msians....
i hate it when people tell me how to drive. i know my limits. i know the car's limits. i know the tires' limits. if ur such a wuss, dont ask me to drive. dont ask me to send u home. dont ask me to pick u up.
the purpose of the horn is to warn drivers of impending danger, potential accidents and plain stupidity.
when the horn fails to serve its purpose, the stare and the finger comes in....
anyway, got back home at evening time. wanted to surf a bit but fren called to go dinner, so he came over to pick me up. wasnt driving coz my bro wanted to use the car to view some apartments. hes a property agent by night, engineer by day.
hung around ps till 11+ as more and more frens arrived. then headed to airport (only stayed there for 15min, poor planning), and then to changi village for makan. the satay was good, nasi lemak wasnt satisfying, it kinda sucked actually, the milo dinosaur was a little too diluted, not "gao" enough. but i liked the peanuts in the satay sauce, so good to chew on.
damn, the quality of the bapoks there has improved trememdously man. havent been there in almost a year i think, and the "girls" there really looked like girls. if they keep their mouths shut, and they walked along orchard road, me and frens will probably be ogling at them. yucks....kar pui....
proceeded to this area near changi village to talk cock and see aeroplanes, and something interesting happened...
this van came along and wanted to park off-road, on the grass patch, but there was this trench there, perfectly camoflarged by the darkness and the tall grass. guess wat happened.....it went headfirst into the trench and got stuck, with the right rear wheel in the air. hahaha...the driver must be really gan cheong and embarrassed.
anyway, the 8 of us went to help him out. a few heavier ones sat at the back, to bring the wheel down. then we stuck a small rock at the wheel, for traction. the rest helped to push it when he tried to reverse it back. after 20 min, some red ants' bites, the utilisation of our supper, a few drops of sweat and lots of smoke from the tire, we did it! sense of achievement!
needless to say, that van driver thanked us, checked for damages and left shortly after, trying to salvage whatevers left of his male ego while too embarassed to stay in the presense of the various cars parked there.
before we left, some of the guys took turns driving (more like plain revving) the van and the modded colt. the petrol companies love bo liao guys like us. and not forgetting the traffic police too. arghh...that reminds me, i havent paid my 30 bucks fine yet....
while sending the rest home, at a traffic light near sim lim square, my driver fren decided that he was too tired and asked me to take over the wheel. i was shocked and "huh?!? serious?!?!". he is fond of doing things like that. he did it before once when we were back in army. i ran over to the drivers side juz as the traffic light turned green. then i realised i forgotten how to operate a foot brake. got stuck at the traffic light for a good 20 sec as i fumbled with the controls. the white rx8 behind us must be cursing us and controlling the urge to press down on the middle of the steering wheel.
that more or less sums up a typical nite out with this group of my buds. dinner, coffee, rounding or exploring, supper. throw in lots of crude jokes, suaning, bitching (yes, bitching), basically juz talking cock, add a few packets of cigrettes and the nite is complete.
woke up early coz ahmad here had to drive parents to JB again. by early, i meant 10+ am. by my standards, thats early. the trip to msia was routine, sped along BKE, horned at taxis trying to be funny, cleared customs, blah blah blah...
i've been referring to taxis as "cabxis" recently. my mouth-brain coordination is suffering. darn.
i really think my mum is such a scaredycat. juz bcoz i horned at a msia cab trying to barge into my lane, she freaked. said stuff about drive slower lar, its their road, dun horn at msians....
i hate it when people tell me how to drive. i know my limits. i know the car's limits. i know the tires' limits. if ur such a wuss, dont ask me to drive. dont ask me to send u home. dont ask me to pick u up.
the purpose of the horn is to warn drivers of impending danger, potential accidents and plain stupidity.
when the horn fails to serve its purpose, the stare and the finger comes in....
anyway, got back home at evening time. wanted to surf a bit but fren called to go dinner, so he came over to pick me up. wasnt driving coz my bro wanted to use the car to view some apartments. hes a property agent by night, engineer by day.
hung around ps till 11+ as more and more frens arrived. then headed to airport (only stayed there for 15min, poor planning), and then to changi village for makan. the satay was good, nasi lemak wasnt satisfying, it kinda sucked actually, the milo dinosaur was a little too diluted, not "gao" enough. but i liked the peanuts in the satay sauce, so good to chew on.
damn, the quality of the bapoks there has improved trememdously man. havent been there in almost a year i think, and the "girls" there really looked like girls. if they keep their mouths shut, and they walked along orchard road, me and frens will probably be ogling at them. yucks....kar pui....
proceeded to this area near changi village to talk cock and see aeroplanes, and something interesting happened...
this van came along and wanted to park off-road, on the grass patch, but there was this trench there, perfectly camoflarged by the darkness and the tall grass. guess wat happened.....it went headfirst into the trench and got stuck, with the right rear wheel in the air. hahaha...the driver must be really gan cheong and embarrassed.
anyway, the 8 of us went to help him out. a few heavier ones sat at the back, to bring the wheel down. then we stuck a small rock at the wheel, for traction. the rest helped to push it when he tried to reverse it back. after 20 min, some red ants' bites, the utilisation of our supper, a few drops of sweat and lots of smoke from the tire, we did it! sense of achievement!
needless to say, that van driver thanked us, checked for damages and left shortly after, trying to salvage whatevers left of his male ego while too embarassed to stay in the presense of the various cars parked there.
before we left, some of the guys took turns driving (more like plain revving) the van and the modded colt. the petrol companies love bo liao guys like us. and not forgetting the traffic police too. arghh...that reminds me, i havent paid my 30 bucks fine yet....
while sending the rest home, at a traffic light near sim lim square, my driver fren decided that he was too tired and asked me to take over the wheel. i was shocked and "huh?!? serious?!?!". he is fond of doing things like that. he did it before once when we were back in army. i ran over to the drivers side juz as the traffic light turned green. then i realised i forgotten how to operate a foot brake. got stuck at the traffic light for a good 20 sec as i fumbled with the controls. the white rx8 behind us must be cursing us and controlling the urge to press down on the middle of the steering wheel.
that more or less sums up a typical nite out with this group of my buds. dinner, coffee, rounding or exploring, supper. throw in lots of crude jokes, suaning, bitching (yes, bitching), basically juz talking cock, add a few packets of cigrettes and the nite is complete.
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