Typings of a wayward hand

going to brunei next week, for holidays. not going back to penang. hope nobody misses me. i sure dont miss any1.

what goes through someone’s mind when his car is carreening out of control at 100 km/h? apparentntly in my case nothing. i wasnt awake. and the car was technically not out of control. i was on the north-south highway. i was planning on going back to penang from kl last monday, but my sis suddenly changed plans and wanted to go back early since all her friends were already back at their respective hometowns. so on sunday afternoon, after just a few hours of sleep and having done some frantic packing, i embarked on my journey. at 6.30 pm i stopped by my grandma’s place at slim river perak to buka puasa and chat. at 8.00 pm i continued on the highway and found myself to be sleepy. must have been the heavy buka puasa feast or not enough sleep. so i stopped somewhere b4 gopeng to wash my face. so i thought i’m all set to continue. was i ever so wrong. i was staying to the left lane one second and the second i woke up to the sound of metal crunching and my head snapping sideways. now i know what it feels like to have a whiplash. from the left lane i has smashed into the divider. well i was lucky. i recovered at 80km/h and continued the trip. i didnt stop anywhere cos i was scared someone would notice the damage. i only checked the damage after arriving at my sister’s place at utp. i was really really lucky. the damage: scratched and smashed in side panel and scratches on the door. the side panel then only permitted my door to be open only around 20 degrees. yes getting out was a problem. luckily i am a skinny dude. so without a crow bar, i had to use a screwdriver to pull out the side panel in order to enable the door to open like normal. that caused some more cosmetic damages to the paint on the edge of the door and side panel. i already had a bad feeling about going back. my original plan (as u can see from my previous posts) was to stay in KL for raya and not go back to penang at all. yeah yeah call me a party pooper and someone who hasnt grasped the spirit of raya, i dont give a rat’s ass about that. and since my parents arent even in penang, the only relative that i’m close to is my aunt and most likely i would be driving around with her to more distant relatives whose names i can barely remember. and to go to friends’ houses would be inconvenient to plan since my house has no handphone signal. so in order to meet someone, i have to go out and then contact any1 that i wanted to meet. if i’m lucky i get to meet them, if i’m not i wont. which is a waste of petrol since i already went out. and the ones’ that i was planning on meeting were either going to their relative’s houses or were already at their grandparents’ places.

today is raya. i slept at 9.00am. didnt go for solat raya. woke up at 11 am. went to aunt’s. was planning on going to relatives’ houses today but my aunt had guests coming so tomorrow would be the day i would be the driver to tanjung tokong, tanjung bungah and maybe up to seberang perai. had only been studying one subject, and only scratched the surface. been busy counting my blessings and contemplating what could have happened had i lost control and veered too much to the left of the lane and cause a bigger accident. zzz-ness. and my damn neck still hurts a bit. been trying to sleep it off. unsuccessfully. and everytime i go home something changes. this time it is my bedroom. the last time i came back the bedroom was also the makeover victim. this time on a much bigger scale. all the furniture removed except for the hifi cabinet and computer table. replaced by one of those bedroom furniture sets. a huge corner cabinet, a queen sized bed with sidetable and a full sized mirror. all in wood. not my personal taste. my dad’s university holidays arent the same as mine so everytime he comes back i dont know what goes on at home. the cabinet is taller than i can reach, and its a full meter taller than the door. the only reason it fits is cos my room is on the highest floor and the roof isnt horizontally flat so one side of the ceiling is ultra high while the other is of normal hight. and the ceiling fan placed in the middle is high. cleaning the damn thing required a full sized ladder. removing spider webs from the ceilings required the webduster with 3 extensions. had to tie another stick to it. total length around 3 meters. and usually needs a ladder. the bed is queen sized but no mattress had been bought yet so i’m using 2 katil bujang matresses stacked on each other. but that makes it abit too soft and easy to sink in. the extra space on the bed not covered by the mattress is now my study area. laying down on the bed and looking down towards work. and all the furniture is plastered to the walls. there goes my plans on redecorating.yes i study on the bed 90% of the time. i use the desk when i’m using the pc to study or if i need to write stuff down. yesh i dont like writing. my writing sucks and i’m scared of carpal tunnel. haha which has a higher chance of carpal tunnel, writing or typing? i got a minor case of carpal tunnel when i was still in school. had been my typist for both my parents (mom=teacher, dad=lecturer, stuff to type=tons) and actively bowling (spin type, school rep). fingers went numb and stiff, arm muscle cramping up. quit bowling midyear of form 5, sold bowling ball, problem solved. nowadays playing sparingly, around 2-3 times a month, 4 games each time at ampang point.

third day of raya. yesterday went to aunt’s and went to relatives’ houses in tanjung tokong and tanjung bungah. went for friday prayers at the newly built tanjung tokong mosque. at 12.45pm. went with my ‘uncle’(exact relation unclear….), and he wanted to go early, and so we went early. luckily i didnt sleep there. been busy sleeping the whole afternoon and night the the day before. woke up at around 4.00am and couldnt sleep since. so i guess with my current sleep patterns, it would be stupid to drive in the afternoon. midnight and morning would be most ideal. i’m driving back tomorrow, going to stop by at my grandma’s. and brunei just celebrated raya yeserday, 1 day later than malaysia. gonna be going there 5dec-18dec, this time through labuan. woot i get to go to labuan. my 2 previous visits to brunei were through miri. and the towns at east malaysia that i’ve been to were only miri and limbang. hopefully before my dad’s contract with brunei’s jpa ends i get to at least go to sabah. but most likely my dad would sign another contract and stay for another 3 years until he reachs 60. by then i would be 24. and hopefully the accumulated money would help me either start a company or at least get a house in penang or kl for investment purposes. yesh owning a house in either locations would give an almost guarenteed rent and if not, i would most likely be working in either one of these states if i dont continue my studies. which i am starting to give up on. yesh i dont like maths and my love for physics turned into a love-hate relationship. i dont hate physics (yet) but since it involves too much math formulas. from an A for physics in SPM, A in maths, C in add maths, i got B in physics in utm and ranging results in algebra and calculus. and i failed my calculus II last semester, gonna repeat it next sem. not hoping for good marks. no such word as gambatte in my dictionary. either fuck up or get lucky. never actually given 100% effort in anything except stupid or not so important stuff. yesh i never actually studied hard for anything. except maybe for my upsr. haha. and my interest in studying is wavering by the moment. note that it is the interest in studying, not interest in learning. i love learning, but i just dont like the books put in front of my face. wrong course. i like to think myself as someone who would excel in creative thinking, not calculations.

been running on the treadmill yesterday and today. havent been to any friend’s house for raya, only relatives, so i spent most of my time in my room sleeping or blogging or listening to songs or at the master bedroom running. been looking for grant and insurance for my dad’s 1973 mini clubman (twin carb, racing cams, skirtings, for sale for around rm10k, selling ultra cheap since nobody is at home to take care of it. the restoration+metallic paint+upholstery+furnishings+seats costed rm30k. the seats were customised to a green colour, the same as the new paint.). Couldnt find the damn papers, too many places to look for with not enough time. spent 2 hours in the master bedroom rummaging through the file cabinet and ended up with nothing but an ultra stuffy nose and watery eyes. i have sinus. genetically inherited from my dad. =.=" had to vacuum my own room 2 days in a row including the pillows and mattresses. woke up with red eyes and running nose the 1st two days here. today i’m going out to my good friend’s house, shameer. exclassmate in form 3 (sat next to each other and together we caused lotsa trouble for everyone). today is his birthday so he’s doing a raya open house+birthday party. my role is be his girlfriend’s driver and escort. =.=" his gf sat next to me in form 5 and caused lotsa of trouble for me. yesh she likes disturbing people, especially sleeping people like me. yesh i liked to sleep in class. and i didnt give a rat’s ass even though my mom was a teacher at the same school and my everyday doings were reported directly to her. usually the drive home from school was the most stressing for me. midday+sleepy+babbling and mad mom.