It’s a blog, not bollocks

It’s been quite some time since I last went to the Lake Garden in my hometown, and I don’t even know how does it look like after the upgrade. Well, during the first day of Syawal this year, I made a trip to S’pore with my parents to visit my brother, surprisingly I made an effort to go to the East Coast Park in the mornin’ (ok, they actually pull me up from my bed and ask me go along).

As the name implies, it’s a Park located in Eastern Coastal in S’pore. I can see crowds enjoyin’ themselves. It really looks like a family day more than a festival . Whatsoever it is, doesn’t matter to me, what actually caught my attention were the activities there.

Look at it!!! People are skatin’!!! It’s been……hmmm……at least 4 years I have not puttin’ the skate onto my feet, ok, at least 2 years ago I went to Sunway Pyramid Skating ring for “revision” with my friends, but trust me, ice skatin’ and inline skatin’ is different, totally DIFFERENT. Trust me. We settled down in a place, my brother rented bicycles and I requested for a pair of roller blade…hee…hee…I asked for the size 8 ½, probably it’s quite odd so that fella get me a pair of new one. He reminded me again and again, “This is a new pair of skate, so pleaaaaasssssse, don’t do any stunt on it, ok?”. “No worries pal”, I said with confident. After puttin’ it on, I stand up and I shook. “No prob, maybe I’m just not use to it, it’ll be fine“, I told myself. Yeah, right after I rolled down the path, I felt more and more confident. Haha…I’m a good skater, ain’t it? It’s a bit too early to be smug.

I was skatin’ towards my brother, showin’ off my skill. Yeah, show off huh? When I’m approachin’ him, naturally I wanted to slow down. But what if your body doesn’t comply to your intention. It was then I started to panic, but somehow I’m calm enough to tilt my left foot a bit, hopin’ to engage the brake located on the heel, right behind the rollers. But for some reason the skate refused to stop, and start to pickin’ up speed. OMG~~!! What’s happenin? Fortunately I manage to grab on my brother’s bicycle and I almost fall together with the bicycle …I can’t turn back, the payment for skate rental had been made, and it’s 8 bucks per hour (SGD not MYR).

The staff rushed towards my direction and pretend to stay calm, ask whether I’m comfortable with the skate. Obviously he’s afraid that I’d decorate the skate with scratches. Then I only realized that the brake is only available on the RIGHT SIDE of the blade. Gosh!! How come like this? No wonder I couldn’t stop. “All the new skates only have brake on the right side, and I can’t imagine how to brake if it’s on both side…tilt both of your feet?”, that fella said sarcastically. Sounds logic right. I agreed too but…No!I came to realize that it is not true at all. Why, the skate that I had was ermm…a bit old fashion and has brake on the both side of the blade, I chosen to practise to brake with left foot. I’m used to it a it all went perfectly all the while. Now, I have no choice. It’s like askin’ a right-handed person to write using left hand. I can’t brake. Each time I attempted to tilt my right foot, yes, the friction do slow me down by a fraction, but I’d ended up losing control and movin’ to another direction. Well, I admit I’m not a professional skater, and I never said I was.

Runnin’ fast on the track, after a couple of minutes I had familiar myself with the blade, speedin’ at 10 kph I felt myself was like a Porsche, only without a brake Somehow my nephew could cycle even faster than me, and he is only at the age of 5. Amazin’ huh? My feet is gettin’ more and more tired as I move on, and so do my thigh. My speed reduced, and my nephew slows down for me to catch up. Guess what? He turns to me and said, “Uncle, you’re old already hor…” What la~~this is the first time I started to exercise again for the past 2 years. I’ve been extremely unhealthy. Yala I’m old, else you won’t be callin’ me uncle So I skate on, continuously for 5 kilometers down the track, until a small jetty before I turn back.

Ya that’s me Pretendin’ to look professional (puttin’ my hands at the back) and you can see I wear no protection. In fact my parents did ask for it, but since I’m wearin’ jeans that staff said it’s ok. What ’bout protection on the head? No way! Look at my spiky hair, that is my TRADEMARK™ and I’m not gonna put anything on top of it.

There is a seafood restaurant near the jetty. Maybe it’s time for them to stock some fresh seafood, the supplier drove a lorry in with lotsa seafood behind. I came to a crossroad junction. Goin’ straight is the track where everyone cycles and skates, whilst the horizontal one is where the lorries pass by. So I saw a few lorries movin’ in, and there’s an uncle standin’ at the junction controllin’ “traffic”. He waved his hand on me, askin’ me to stop. Yes I know I should stop, but I CAN’T!!! If I brake very hard, I’d ended up rollin’ on the floor (not on my blade). So I tried to brake a little bit, then release, and brake again. The friction manage to slow me down, but I began to speed up whenever I release it, cuz I’m on a slope ( not too steep by the gravity is enough to make me accelerate). What to do??? Again, it leaves me with no other alternative. Tried to control my speed and my distance from the junction, once a lorry passed by the junction and before the second one drove by, I quickly push my feet hard on the road and manage to squeeze myself through, in between two vehicles. Phew……so dangerous, and now I comprehend the phrase “Speed is nothing without control”. I must learn how to brake…arherm…with my right foot.

Indeed it is a nice place to hang out, with nice scenery and most of all, pretty gals around So I already have idea on what to do next……nope, not convertin’ myself to S’porean, nor dating with a gal there, but……get myself a pair of new roller blade on my next paycheck and practise, practise and practise.

Yet another belated post. My mind was empty and I’ve totally no idea what to blog, ’til someone gimme an idea that I should post somethin’ ’bout my 22nd birthday

As the stressful Friday (15/9) comin’ towards the end, it was 10.30pm after I finished work. Luckily 2 saviours from Cyberjaya promised to fetch me from PMO. But eventually the guard house closed when it’s 11pm, I was forced to wait for the “2 saviours” by the roadside, standin’ alone in the dark and cold night. Guess what? Bugger eugeniest & spread were still playin’ pool in their company. But somehow they still come and fetch me for dinner before I die of hunger. We headed for Steven’s Corner in OUG to meet up with another friend, chuanhoe.

Right after the second hand of my watch struck the figure “12″ at 11.59, the next moment my mobile phone notifies me that I’ve received a birthday sms. Thankz sEeWan for being so precise and be the first one to wish me. So touchin’. It was then chuanhoe’s turn to gimme a call, despite he’s drivin’. Good friend.

So I had my dinner in Steven’s Corner. Had a cheese naan cheese, my favourite dish and I’d always ordered whenever I’m there, no doubt I know that I’ll spend the next few hours in toilet after takin’ so much of cheese . Thankz chuanhoe for the nite and treatin’ me the dinner (especially cheese naan). After the dinner was another normal type of gatherin’, three of us sat down and shared with each other our recent experience.

Saturday nite was the highlight of the whole day. Went to The Curve with “2 saviours”, and met up with other friends for dinner. So we hunt around in The Street, intended to go for Italiannies, but that time was full house and they don’t have a table for six, so finally I suggested to settle in Hooked. I jz wanna have somethin’ different, don’t feel like havin’ a rich dinner that will increase the density of the fat in my body. I felt okay with my spaghetti carbonara, but I can see from their face that they’re not satisfy with the portion. Perhaps it’s too little for a big eater.

I was so surprised to get the present from apple. Wow! such a big birthday pressie that I ever had! So pai seh la, the present seems to worth more than the meal that I belanja. Thankz soooo~~ much Since she has her own programme that nite, she left us after the dinner. It was then only four person left — eugeniest, metalrage, spread & me. Yeah, the gang that formerly notorious in college .

So what do you expect these devil to treat me? They knew me very well. First drop of liquor is more than enough to make me drunk, and a second drop of alcohol would make me unconscious. I dunno which bugger suggested to go pub and the rest of them consent. Juz not to turn everyone down, I was force to follow ‘em (in fact I was dragged there) .

So we ordered a jug. I was tryin’ to pretend chit-chattin’ with ‘em, takin’ 1ml for each sip. Then eventually metalrage realized my trick and said, “No, this is not good! We muz set a rule…“, pause a while before he continue, “Me one glass, you one glass, then it’s spread’s turn to drink one glass and you one glass, finally eugeniest one glass and you one glass“, smile like he got the most perfect idea in this world, then start countin’ with his finger, “So if we drink 1 glass, you got 3 glasses, we drink 2 glasses you got 6 glasses…so if we can make it 4, YOU GOT 12 MAN!!!“.

He seems like promotin’ some sorta product, the more I buy the more free gift I got . It was so difficult to finish the first jug, then they observed my face for quite some time. “Congrats man! No sign of gettin’ drunk. Miss, one more please“, they ordered another jug without my consence.

I really struggle all the way through, held my breathe and closed my eyes. I was so reluctant to be forced to finish off the 2nd jug with ‘em, and this time I really see things are floatin’ around me. Yeah, this is the scene they wanted to see. I’M DRUNK~~~!!. Right until the last drop in my glass, I was already layin’ my head on the table, wavin’ my hand ask ‘em to stop. “I’m sorry pal, but 2 jugs is so difficult to divide by 3 persons. So I’ve to get another jug in order to leverage it“, said metalrage. “No, no.“, I stopped him, “See, RM100 right, each of you pay RM33, then I’ll pay the remainin’ RM1. Fair and square.” Yeah, smart idea, but then spread shouted, “Dang, this guy is pretendin’. How can he do calculation if he’s really drunk? Miss, another round please…” I really can stand no more at that point. I sneaked to the washroom, thrown out everythin’ from my stomach, wash my face and go back to the table. Since all the alcohol in my body was left in the washroom, surprisingly I was okay and looked normal, juz that my skin was a bit redish. They all stared at me and stunned. “How come like this?” “Sorry la, wasted each of you 50 bucks leh, aiy, wanna make me drunk ar, RM50 not enuff la…”

But one point that metalrage made it right, last September we graduated, after one year still good friends.

After a Saturday nite fever, the next mornin’ I make my way back to hometown for Sunday’s programme. Upon arrival, I went out for a “belated birthday lunch date” with Guai Sun. She given me the idea of havin’ some local specialities. No doubt it was jz an old coffee shop by the roadside, the food was marvellous. I guess after all havin’ too much of “high class” food in KL, the nice local food is what we actually cravin’ for. Before I send her back she took a photo in the car and ask, “Do you know that we never take photo before?” I doubt,”Errrrrr……………hee…hee…”

For dinner, of course it’s family gatherin’. Went to my uncle’s house for the belated celebration. Juz the same like before, all my close-relation cousins were there. But it was so touchin’ that my parents get me birthday cake

Thankz mum & dad

But it was really come to my surprise that after I gone back to work on Monday, I really get a surprise pressie from my colleague chelz. Aiks, again so embarrassing, cuz I never treat her a birthday dinner…hmmm…… ** So promised you a meal in Chilis after this project (only if boss gives us increment )