8 Fever

I was wondering for a period of time why I started blogging then attributed it to Jihad extremists and how I like to eat Nasi Brani and the assorted prata associated dishes. We did start blogging a few months after 9/11 so for lack of any more intellectual grounds, I linked lousy airplane flying skills with my love for Malay cuisine to justify what is essentially a way for 4 singaporeans in 4 different countries to compete on who has the more spastic blog entry.

My life has been for lack of a better descriptive, like chicken's Honda Accord... smashed. I deny having hit anyone so hard it made a motorcycle dude's balls go blowfish on his ass but I guess you can get the general idea. I like to hint at what is going on in my life in vague generalisations so only basically chicken would have an idea on whats going on... and even then, I think he just skims it over and gets back to his anime in record time.

-Boring life details, skip to bottom for MAD RX-8 PICS complete with Female UNSW undergrad!!!

While listening to the couple have sex upstairs my new apartment, I review my life as it is, like bad cooking complete with the corpse of one self-immolated pan-fried cook or maybe just too many big mistakes which dont make any sense when made and only becomes apparant later.... hindsight is 20/20 (or 6/6 for us metric system freaks). So thus far for this winter holidays, I have changed the dynamics and maybe even violated one friendship through what I can only describe as chauvinistic weakness and thoughtlessness. It can be said that mistakes of my sort requires reciprocation to even make it a proper mistake but I disagree in all entirety. Does maturity lend responsibility? Or does experience play a larger part?

By trying to improve what I perceived as myself, I think I lost a bigger part of what I already perceive myself as. I think I need to obtain Enigma's "return to innocence" from somewhere, chicken, could u email it to me if ya got it? Thanx. I know it wont really work but at least I wont go stir crazy thinking too much abstractly.

-End of Boring life details, lets get to what I was doing this Hols!!!!



THATS RIGHT! Basically the clincher for me to come back to Singapore!!! 1.3 L Mazda RX-8 AT!!! I think I had driven that most wonderous automobile most of the time I was back, I only recall 2 days when I didnt drive it, the day I came back and the day I drove daddy goat's Merc. I drove it so much I achieved my earlier professed objective to burn up one small fossilised dinosaur. But that damn thing handles so freakin well, it was like trying to outrun a greased up irishman with one too many mugs of stout.



I really dont have any pics on me in Aus of the RX-8 in the garage so I had to get it off me friend Lorraine (Big Shout out to ya!!!). FYI, its the carpark basement of the esplanade off to the left where these were taken, I suppose it could be more picturesque but that was like the afternoon before my flight so time was limited (unless of course you keep at 7000 rpm and piss premium 98 unleaded).

I can recall some good times in that car which I will list here.
1) The time I almost gave Mrs Cow a heart attack when I squeezed past a bus and a car while driving her to the gay bar where Mr Cow was. (I dont ask, I just say it so it sounds scandalous)
2) Driving up SMU (to do Mr Cow's enrolment) playing mad indian music while getting stares from passers-by and making the security guard think Vishnu was about to go Prata on his ass.
3) Driving my grandma to the polyclinic in Bukit Merah and getting MORE stares from other vehicles.
4) Just sitting in it and pretending I was driving it when waiting for assorted individuals whom I was driving around.

Fine, im a car-whore. What can I say? Cars hurt me less than the cartload of shit I have experienced this year. Thats my RX-8 entry, wait up for my Maroubra apartment entry which I can probably get when I pirate another wireless internet signal.