Still Being Random

I was about to sit down and watch TV this morning when a truly loud, pulled-out noise shattered the quiet of my neighbourhood. Immediately recognising the sound, I shouted - just for the sake of it! - and ran out to my balcony.

The sight that greeted me was one that I have always, always loved.



Fighter planes! Jets! Whatever you call them.

Four of them flying in formation. So close to the ground I felt that I could have reached out and touched them.

And they were awesome. I think they flew over the house at least 6 times.

By the time they did the third pass, I was outside armed with my camera. After I caught photos twice and a very, very short video once, I was already doing the insane dance. My sisters were laughing despite long knowing my love for these planes. Even my father came out to ask if I took a photo. Still doing the hoppity-hop, I grinned and told him yes. My sisters declared that the pilots could be reporting back to the tower that there is a crazy girl doing the raindance in her front yard while waving her hands in the air as they went pass. I didn't bother disputing that because 1) they're probably too busy getting their routine correct to notice and 2) they were near enough to see me.



Which is when my sisters asked if I want to join them to attend the Merdeka parade. My parents are invited so we get to go. After seeing those jets, heck yeah, I'm there!

So I had a wonderful morning except that out of everyone I messaged to tell this, nobody replied! So much for sharing the joy! Next time, I won't be bothered. Apparently I'm not cool enough to reply to.

Oh well, I had a great morning. I'm actually looking forward to Merdeka parade now.

You'd really think I'd know better by now!

I should have known!!

I made the mistake before and I went and did it again! Voluntarily!

When I was younger, there were 2 shows I never missed. I was willing to defy my parents - a great feat then! - just so that I could watch these 2 shows. So the memories of those shows stayed with me until today. They were the best, the greatest and nothing else could replace them in my mind.

So when I was told I could watch them again, I jumped at the chance. So a few months ago, Jerome passed me a few episodes of Saber Rider. Oh, the horror! The disappointment! I was horrified at how cheesey the whole show is! The music still rocks but the show, the voices, the characters! I should have stuck to my chidhood memories!

Then, 2 days ago, I bought Remington Steele on DVD. All I know is, the next time I want to recapture my chidhood, I'll think twice. Remington Steele is still enjoyable, luckily, but he seems a heck of a lot more stiff now. And Laura Holt....seems more frustrated by her lack of a sociel life than flirtatious. And the lack of emotions!!

Never mind....

Oh, and do watch The Triangle on Hallmark. It's actually rather good. Lou Diamiond Phillips is good...as usual. I loved ths scene when Flight 19 reappered over the horizon right in front of a commercial flight.

I never quite understood the Gundam craze although I do admit they have a certain appeal to them. However, I've never even been tempted to get them or to start on them because I've never been interested.

However, while shopping for Azreen's birthday gift last week, i came across one which really caught my eye. It had bits of yellow, blue and red and a white body. And it had the loveliest wings I had ever seen on a mecha/robot/ whatever the technical term for them is.

So, I was tempted. I held off on it only because I've never put one together before and I was not about to start on a hobby that I might lack the patience or attention span to complete.

Until last night. When I walked into the toy store and saw this:


and it was sitting on the shelf right below this:


So, I figured I'd buy the mini/micro gundam and it would be enough. As Shook and I were walking out of the toy store, he suddenly commented about me being too lazy to put together a Gundam which is why I bought the assembled micro version. Now, there's lazy and there's not wanting to be accused of being a bandwagon rider.

But when Shook challenges me, I know it's something worth looking into. So, me being me, I went back and bought the Wing Zero as well. I just don't know when I'm going to start working on it because, looming over my horizon, is my yearbook and reports and exams. So, the nearest possible time I could start on it, is in the middle of November.

In the meantime, I have the micro version to place next to my Raptor. Haha!

This looks like something that might interest photographers out there.

I just found it today as I'm not one to spend endless hours on the Net. Not that I have the time anyway. So if you've known this for ages and ages and ages and I'm only talking about it now, why didn't you share? Haha! :D

But the site looks really cool. And if I have time to make better sense of it, I really don't mind giving it a try.

For now, I'm just working on changing or adjusting my template.

Once, there was a man. He came to this country for reasons nobody but he would know. He wished to share his ideas and his knowledge so he joined at institution of education.

He met many people from all walks of life. Whether he realised that he had stepped into the melting pot of the east, nobody knows. Sometimes, others have wondered if even he knows.

He stayed and felt he was liked. Yet, there were some that detested him. Some were even afraid of him. And some were nice to him because he was exotic and they shared his ideas.

Like many before him, he brought his attitude, his ideals, his principles and his prejudice. He was convinced he was always right. He was sure others were wrong. He, and only he, saw the truth that others had long abandoned.

His principles clouded his mind. His prejudice clouded his logic. His attitude made others feel threatened. They thought him insane.

Then one day, an opinion was spoken of an event that was happening in a country near his homeland. He reacted without thought, without logic. He lashed out as only he has been able to. He felt he was defending the weak and the meek. He felt he was righteous. In doing so, he made a comment incredibly offensive and ridiculous that it only made others question not only his rationale but also his state of mind.

He said the land he lived in now was full of ignorance and full of people blind in their hatred for others.

For one who does not leave his residence except to share his knowledge, he seems so convinced that the little he sees is all there is to see. For one who has only been in the land he lives in now for less than a year, he seems so sure that he knows all there is to know about it.

We have met others who assumes like he does, who believes like he does and who passes judgement like he does.

Ad we wonder why our world is slowly destroying itself?

Shook calls this Yodie's Firefox pose. I just thought it was cute. Besides, I needed to photo to start off my account with Zoomr. And, they're giving away free pro accounts to bloggers. So...why not?

Thanks, Gette for the heads-up on this :)

I've had a certain bone to pick with a certain group of people. Unfortunately, I don't know them personally and neither have I had the time to blog about it.

So I will do what all bloggers do - rant online and vent to any unfortunate soul who happens to pass my way.

I shall begin by saying that I drive up to Shook's house everyday nowadays. To get there, I drive over the Satok bridge, along the stretch of road to the first roundabout, into the new Matang road and then into the small road to his area. And it is along this route that I always run into the most frustrating drivers ever in the history of the whole history!!

To cut all my stories short, let me tell of one particular incident.

Last week, I was driving home around midnight. Now, I'm a girl, driving alone at night, on a road which is usually full of insane drivers and motorcyclists. Not to mention, anyone could try and stop me along the way for many dubious, omnimous reasons. So my average driving speed at this hour? About 100 to 120 km. per hour.

Now, on that particular night, this one car decides to swerve from his lane into my lane. And he decides to tailgate me. I hate people tailgating me. I have this vision of me hitting my emergency brakes and the car behind ramming into my car. So, to get this guy off my behind, I began playing with my brakes. I didn't hit my brakes but I just tapped on them. He gets the message and slows down but shows his annoyance at me by abruptly swerving into the middle lane to overtake me. I was in a bit of a bitchy mood so I accelerated. I think I left him trailing behind me throughout the way because I could see him trying to catch up but he remained mostly in my rearview mirror. I wasn't even going very fast but I could hear his car vroom-vrooming to catch up. And he only caught up when I braked to turn into Green Road.

A few days after that, I met him and his car again. This time I was driving towards the stadium at 7 a.m. I recognise the car, the exaggerated noise and the attitude. He must have recognised me too because as soon as he came up behind me, he swerved to overtake me again. Now, it's 7 in the morning and I was timing my journey from my house to the stadium at that hour. And unlike some people, I have no self-esteem problem or penis envy. So I did what I always do. I braked! In the middle of the road. To a full stop.

And let him zoom by. Once he was at least two car lengths ahead, I began moving again. At my own pace. I had no problems with him. I don't have a penis, I don't want to have a penis, I don't suffer from penis envy and I don't have such a self-esteem problem that I need to compensate for it in any way!

I'll drive my car my way at my pace according to my mood. If that makes me a bitch or proud or snobbish, well, hell!

Anyway, I told Shook about all this at one point. And my rant to him was that a lot of people seem to think that a good engine is needed to drive a fast car. Or should I say it as a powerful engine is needed to get a car to go fast. I suppose this idea was propogated by movies like the Fast and Furious trilogies. So I can't blame impressionable kids who think that a fast car is all it takes to make you cool. Regardless of the fact that if you can't stay in control of your fast car or you don't even know your car well, you could end up in a very serious accident. Nothing matters as long as your car is fast and you can drive it fast.

Well, if you think about it properly, and we're not going too far here, just look at the trend for racing movies. From those ten-second races, movies have moved to drifting. A drag race requires a car with a powerful engine and a straight road. All the car needs is to be able to got from a stand still to 150 km per hour in maybe 8 or 10 seconds. The current trend is drifting which does not need a very powerful engine. Instead, a powerful engine would make it difficult to handle the car. Drifting has been around for years. Any and every known race track in the world has curves and loops, therefore requiring a good knowledge of drifting. Where is there a race track which is just a straight road? Unless it's a drag race course, of course.

Now, how many of us own very powerful cars anyway? So which driving fantasy is most likely to be useful - drag or drifting? Besides, anyone with a powerful car can drag. It takes a skilled driver to drift. Have we not learnt anything from the movies? Anyone can go fast but how many of us can drift?

And to add to it all, there are those people who own cars that can go fast but choose to drive it like an old grandmother. What is wrong with this world we live in?

I had a rant all started already when Siti:Tiada Rahsia (Live) came on the television. I have no links for it because in typical Malaysian style, there is no official weblink for the show!

Anyway, despite my own personal feelings for her, I'm actually watching the show.

And this is only because I just realised that Ally Iskandar is the host. And I only found out his name tonight. And I think he is so cute! Especially when he's wearing glasses.

For those of you who have no idea who he is, this is the only good link I found to a good site with him in it.

It's good to know that I do like Malaysian guys and I'm not so determined to not like them. I do know how to appreciate our own guys. And like everyone else in the world, we too have our share of good guys and assholes!