Adjay77’s Memories…

ver seen a real life Spiderman? I just heard the strangest story from my apartment-mate Yesterday (Monday 24th Oct 2005). He gave me a call from the apartment saying that we just had a ‘break-in’ while he was still IN our apartment! For those of you who doesn’t know, I just shifted out from my Subang Jaya residence to Palm Springs Apartment in Mutiara Damansara. Cool name huh? Palm Springs!
Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, the strangest thing about this story is that I live ON THE 22nd FLOOR! The would be burglar apparently scaled the balcony using the security grill as a hand hold (I mean who would have thought somebody would want to use the security grill of an open window as a hand hold ON THE 22nd FLOOR!!) then entered the apartment using the kitchen store window! Palm Springs apartment buildings require a electric pass to get into the building, yet this scrawny dipweed managed to get in and chose my apartment as his target! How’d he get in?? If he can get in… I mean… WHAT THE F***!!?? I think it was also an insiders job! Whats worse, the bugger even had an escape plan! He disappeared like a rat in a rathole when my apartment mate chased him (swinging a NIKE shoe and a 1 meter FRENCH LOAF BREAD)!
Question people: If your chasing a burglar, would you chase him with with ‘A’ shoe and a long French loaf??!!
In the end, I guess the scene that I would definitely would love to see is my apartment-mate whacking the would-be burglar with French loaf bread and his single Nike shoe…Come on people, that would be funny shit!

Nuf’ Said. LaterZ.

p.s.
Were looking for one more apartment-mate. MUST be working, male or female. We can except female also because my Apartment mate sharing the master bedroom with his GF, I take the single room, which leaves one more room for rent. Interested? Drop a message and I’ll get back to you with details.

he Unlucky Day of a Mat Rempit…

Last Tuesday…or was it Wednesday? (I can’t remember), I was on my way back from work about 7ish. The traffic flow were strangly smooth on this particular day but I never knew how strange it was going to get. As those that know me, everybody knows that I ride a Suzuki VS125 Scooter. Have you’ve all heard that some ‘mat rempit’ and scooter riders don’t mix. Like water and oil don’t mix. I don’t know how long this has been except that innocent people from both sides, sometimes get hurt from small insignificant incidents.

Anyways, I was on my way back home when I heard that inmistakable sound of a ‘mat rempit’ motorcycle. I looked at my side mirrors and lo-and-behold I see his ‘mat rempit’ on his (shiny) Yamaha RXZ150 weaving through traffic like he was shooting through white water rapids. And sitting passenger was his buddy, arms crossed in front of him with confidence with a smug look on both their faces. They’re expression looked like they just shagged a cow or something and thought they had just won a Guiness Record or the like!

Where was I? Oh yes, does everybody know the U-turn underneath the fly-over in front of Kelana Jaya heading back to Subang Jaya, Sunway and Puchong? The one with Shell Depo’s on BOTH sides of the highway? Thats where this ‘funny’ story starts…

Now this two dudes were weaving throught traffic heading towards the U-turn as I am. Weaving motorcycles usually tend to ‘chop’ in front of other vehicles because they think its cool (and thats what happened to me and I could have sworn the two ‘homo idiotes stupides’ were smirking). To the other people its like they’re the Executioner and they’re going to ‘behead’ us. SO, up comes this U-turn and the RXZ took the U-turn like Max Biaggi and I was Valentino Rossi on the attack. I was doing something like Tit-for-Tat for the ‘beheading’ thing and figured the U-turn was my chance to get some payback.

Unfortunately, Other powerful forces were at play. I could see (from my angle’d view) that the idiots were taking the corner a little too fast and too low. All I could do was watch (with facination) as the pillion rider’s foot clipped the 30cm high inline curb, then the riders; finally the bikes exhause pipe which caused the rear wheel to slide. After that, I saw the two’s sides slam ONTO the curb, sparks, peeling skin and the two eating gravel and dirt. And I had a first class seat to this ’stunt action’ with barely a few inches to spare avoiding the ‘rempit’ skid-out. What did I do after that? I sure as hell didn’t stop. I definitely sure as hell didn’t help them because I’m sure as hell think that they deserved it! That two nearly caused me to have an accident, nearly caused somebody’s car to have an accident and God knows how many ALREADY had an accident because of him. The last I saw was the two of em’ picking themselves up from the asphalt and vanishing from my side mirrors as I zoomed away satisfied.

The moral of the story, don’t be a show-off, don’t be an asshole, don’t look for trouble when you can avoid it; and my favourite… If you can’t say anything nice, Don’t say anything at all.

Call me a sadistic, sarcastic S.O.B. or whatever. I’ve been called worst.

Ain’t payback a Bitch?

Nuf’ Said. LaterZ.

There are times when I think that there is simply no time to spend just for myself. Wether its just for small personal pleasure or just for the heck of it. I use to have time to just go out during the weekends and spend time with my cousins bowling or just going for drinks. Nowadays, the time I have I spend it with close friends playing Warcraft Dota after dinner and drinks. A few hours of gaming then, its back home resting for the coming weekday. Oh wait, This week I didn’t HAVE a weekend! I was working one whole week straight including Saturday and Sunday. Coming in at 9.30 and leaving the office between 9 to midnight. What was I doing? Slogging it out for a Government tender with 4 other freelance designers. Oh the wonders of staying in the whole day facing the screen of the monitor and wondering if its night or day, sunny or rainy or if somebody was wondering why am I not home yet?
Ugh, maybe i’m thinking too much of whats going to happen or things that has already happened. Come to think of it, I don’t even know why I’m thinking it in the first place. I usually live my life one day at a time not thinking about tomorrow or the days past. You know the phrase? “Carpe Diem” Live for today, Forget about tomorrow. These are te words that I live by. What ever the consiquences i’ll pay for it later. Enjoy the Now.
But why of all days am I thinking about these things now? I guess i’ll never know. Its just one of those days after a terribly hectic week without a pause. Now I have a splitting headache. Oh well, I guess some people write in Diaries, notebooks hidden under carpets. I write in my Blogs for the whole world to see and its open to comments. now how sad is that? I guess One will never know. One will only just live his life…

Thank you for reading a boring Diary…