Heh, my home here is crazy. I am back at Puchong for the weekend.

Mom is blasting this song which sounded vaguely familiar to me. The infectious starting part of Madonna's Hung Up. "Mom? Madonna???" Few minutes later, "Ohhh, Abba's original version." Hahaha!

My brother. He is furiously reading and digesting alien characters of the language they call Mandarin. Heh! Apparently he has an exam at 2pm. He's taking Mandarin classes with the gf. Aww, so sweet those two

My dad. Haha, got an earful from him this morning. I was still sleeping when he took my car out to fix the dent. He got back and was nicely lecturing me. See, I have this bad bad habit of waiting for the petrol level to go really low before refilling it. Yesterday while driving back to Puchong, I was pushing my luck. You know how when your petrol level is low, and the alert light starts blinking every few mins or so? Yesterday, mine wasn't blinking anymore. The sign was on a permanent alert by then

So my dad got stranded somewhere nearby with my car unable to move  He got my brother to drive out to buy a bottle of petrol and brought it over to him and the apparently VERY thirsty car

Got an earful this morning. "You ah, always tell you to pump petrol but you like to wait last minute. If you got stranded one day how??"

Me: I call David lor.

Dad rolled eyes. LOL.

I love watching women taking it all out in beach volleyball.

Beach volleyball has always been one of my favorite sports. I used to play volleyball back in highschool and every now and then, we'd organize a couple of games at the now-defunct Ballz Beach Club, Bangsar. Heck, I used to work there part time while studying in college, hehe. One incident I remembered very clearly was there was this Hitz.FM Fugitive Search going on. And apparently, the clue was: Balls. So people soon filled up that place and started asking around, "Are you the Hitz.FM Fugitive??" Of which, I retorted back, "No, but are you???" Heh!

Hehehe. I loved that place. A convenient spot to have a game of beach volleyball, right smack in the middle of KL. Too bad, they closed it down. You know, every now and then I'll have some crazy (sometimes, stupid) business ideas. So I've been toying with that idea of having a beach volleyball space for people to sweat it out, have a good time and whatnot. A one-stop sports centre. Well, people have their futsal spaces, I want my beach volleyball space, can? Hehe! One thing I've learnt back in Ballz was, the SAND - sand has to be CLEAN. Else, people start having rashes, and you get complaints, yada yada yada. Heh.

How much do you think people would pay to rent an hour of space to play? I still have the rates but that was a couple of years back. Isaac! Interested or not?

So yeah, I love watching women play beach volleyball. Heh!

Recently, DT and I had to go all the way to the Pos Laju in SHAH ALAM to collect a parcel. When we got there, the person in charge told us that we could've just called earlier and to have that parcel sent to a post office nearest to where we live and subsequently, collect from there instead.

Dang.

While driving back from the post office in SHAH ALAM...

Girl: How come your brother never figured this out? I've always thought he's the very smart one.
Boy: Then me? Not smart ah?
Girl: Different. Your brother is Book Smart. You, Street Smart. Street Smart better, seng mok mar.
Boy: Ahhh... Then you what?
Girl: Me? *mind curious to know just how 'smart' she appears to Boy*
Boy: Ok, my brother is Book Smart. I'm Street Smart. You...

Boy: No Smart.

Got bf so mean one or not???

Ok, so I saw you last night.

You weren't as great as before. In my opinion, you were trying so hard to be funny and comical, so much as to a point I got fairly irritated.

And you allowed that slut... Ms Swann to play you around and tied you up to the Pearl and have you blown up into oblivion??? What were you thinking! You lost my respect there, Jack.

All in all, quite entertaining. But not as good as the first installment. Ratings: 2.5/5

It has been 3 years now since I last saw you.

You were as I remembered - fun, witty and highly entertaining. I've watched you again and again, you were never a bore. I was intrigued by your fanciful rasta do-up hair, the glint of gold flashing back at me when you smiled, leered and snarled and who can ever forget that skillful outlandish of jet-black eyeliner around those startling eyes of yours. You were brilliant. An out-of-this-world personality.

And after 3 long years, you are finally back. Absence does make the heart grow fonder in this case. And tonight, at long last, I get to see you again.

9.00pm at Cineleisure. I will be punctual and I'm bringing the popcorn. It's a date!

You know how when your friend falls into depression, and your words of sound and positive advice can just easily flow out of your mouth? Giving suggestions, providing solutions, and sometimes even to the extent of drilling sense into her/his mind - all these, wonderful fleeting words of consolation soothes the heart, but most importantly, create a window opportunity for the mind to hit back to reality.

But why can't it be for the case of Ourselves? Why is it when we succumb into moments of depression, we just lose it? Why is it in these dark gloomy moments we seem to believe or want to believe that every single clouding negative thought in our mind to be the BIGGEST hurdle to pass through? But in the eyes of others, we are merely "not thinking right, we whine too much, or we are not doing anything about it."

I bet they do not understand how certain things impact us inside. I bet they think we just love whining our lives away and not doing anything about it. I bet they think we are weak.

But it's ok. At the end of the day. We know ourselves best. No one else knows us as much as we know ourselves. We do what we can, within the capacities of our capabillities. We decide what is best for ourselves. No one should ever decide for us.

So we stop whining to others. We put on a blissful facade from now on, not to fool them but just to send out a message of, "My issues are my responsibility. Don't comment if you know it's going to hurt me more inside."

But at the of the day, we are still human.  We can't help how we truly feel. If there are moments of sadness, we hurt inside. If depression hits us, we ache within. And for what it's worth, no one should know about it. Simply because when you feel bad, them will feel it too and sometimes if matters are not approached properly, them will say things that make you feel even worse, inadequate and a loser.

Therefore, sometimes, we need not show our true selves anymore.

These, my thoughts.

Don't know whether anyone of you experienced the act of shaking in anger. And I mean, yes, literally shaking. Well, I did. For the very first time.

I was shaking with so much rage as I gave that bastard a piece of mine outside the police station last night. How could I not be mad?! That SON OF A BITCH changed his story and said I reversed my car and banged his Mitsubishi Storm. WTF!

THE INCIDENT: Along the flyover of Jalan Semantan, with Esso of the left and HELP college on the right. FLAT surface. I KNOW COZ I WENT BACK ONE MORE ROUND AFTER WORK TO CHECK DAMMIT! Traffic was moving slow. Cars stopped briefly. Car infront of me moved. I haven't released my gear to move. And *bam* I was hit from behind.

His SMS as a reply to mine yesterday during working hours was this:

"Angie, your engine suddenly dead on uphill flyover, your car reverse and knock my car."

At that moment, when I read that, all hell broke loose. Everyone in the office could see how mad I was. And I really really really was very furious.

So, to cut story short, DT and I went over the police station in Jln Bandar to meet up with him and 'negotiate'. I gave him a piece of my mine, yelled,  and almost cursed but I didn't. Being the bloody coward he was, he just kept quiet as I went on and on and on. He would only deal with DT regarding money payment, etc., afraid to talk to me. WHAT A CHICKEN!

Infront of the police officer, he went on and on about, "Encik, saya mahu settle kat luar, tak mau susah susahkan encik, tapi dia tak nak. Langgar sikit saje, settle kat luar cukup la, tapi dia tak nak."

MATHA FUCKER, IF YOU WERE TO SETTLE IT PROPERLY WE WOULDN'T BE IN THAT THE POLICE STATION IN THE FIRST PLACE. RM20 FIX WHAT? WANNA FIX THAT CLEARLY NON-FUNCTIONAL BRAIN OF YOURS ALSO NOT ENOUGH LAH!

Police went, "RM20, dia nak buat apa dengan RM20?" Padan muka.

He went on, "So, saya kasi dia RM50, tapi dia tak nak juga!"

EH FUCKER, YOU BANGED MY CAR. BE RESPONSIBLE AND PAY UP OK! RM50 FIX WHAT? MCH.

I demanded RM200. The cost of fixing is at least RM300. Being the bastard he was (and still is), he wouldn't budge from the RM50 offered.

So Mr Policeman had to talk to us separately. What he told me was basically to accept his RM100 (yeah, he was offering RM100 after the policeman spoke to him). If he were to saman him, RM300, that fucker can still 'buat rayuan' and in the end pay only RM100. WTF!

It was not about the money then. My pride was at stake. I wanted justice man! I would rather have him pay up the RM300 fine and I don't get nothing, to be very honest. Because that would teach him a lesson for being an asshole. But noooo, there's such thing as reduced saman now.

So in the end I had to swallow my pride and just accept his RM125. I had initially reduced my amount of RM200 to RM150. And again, he wouldn't agree to that amount. CAN YOU FEEL MY FRUSTRATION YET? CAN?!

Mr Policeman said, if he didn't write (LIE) in his report that my car reversed, then I would win the case. So my thoughts at that moment were, if I were to bang someone one day, all I have to write in the report is that the person reversed and hit my car instead?!? So there you go, a tip for all of you out there.

But I know I can never do such a thing. If one day, I happened to bang someone with my car, I would take responsibility and pay up dutifully. Because at the end of the day, the only thing matters is that you did what you thought was right. But most importantly, are your actions answerable to God and yourself.

I know I was lied to, but that's ok. What goes around, comes around, I told that bastard. So for those of you on the road, if you see a Mitsubishi Storm BHG 4174 - STAY AWAY, because God forbids, if you got hit by him... my condolences to you as you would end up in his report as the person who hit him instead :)

d a v i d i a n i s m says:
no one bully my g

He had the gall to reply to my earlier SMS:
Angie, if you don't have better proposal to save both parties time, I will make police report after 6 pm.

My reply to that bullshit:
Mr Siow, I never asked for this accident ok! You were not attentive when you were driving is that my problem? Do I have to pay for your lack of attentiveness? Even friends of mine who looked at the car said it's definitely more than RM200. I'm not even asking much! Why are you making this difficult? If you want a proposal, then I suggest we meet up. Face to face.

I AM SO PISSED MAN! WHERE GOT PPL SO LOW-BRAINED WHO CAUSED AN ACCIDENT AND REFUSES TO PAY ONE???

So, people want to bang my car from the back, what can I do right?

So, that moron doesn't wanna pay me (only offered RM20 at first, then RM50 later) what can I do right?

So, I was determined to get at least RM200 from him, but he wouldn't cough it up, what can I do right?

So, according to DT, I should at least taken his RM50 just now but I didn't, what can I do right?

So, I have a deep dent on the back of my car now, what can I do right?

So, I is very pissed now, WHO CAN I KILL???