Neo

"Getting into a real sports car is different. Wholly different. You don't make the car compromise to your tailored likings at all. You compromised your own-self to suit the car, whatever it only gives you. ONLY"

                          Automotive's Zen, xxxx Year.

Obviously, my Satria Neo is not a proper sports car mind you! Tall seatings, lethargic Camp-tak-Pro engine, shaky gear change as good as only a grandma's old shattering ribs of bones, & sick blood coughing pick-up? nahhhhhhhh, I dont think so. It's just a boy racer's image of a cheap sports car, made affordable by Government's ridiculous taxation on imported cars. 

But I can dream. 

And the fact that this is my own first car actually washed all those negative parts all away with heavy industrial dosage, and replaced it with the good ol' sentiment of umber proud plus some Titanic's love. Pardon the unintentionally sarcasm!

The point is, I love my car. Fullstop

Silent Night

The roads of bJ (that's bkt jelutong for those you who didn't know) are silent. Dead silent. Damn, in fact the only sound I'm hearing now is the melodic song Ukays - Seksa playing onto my aging 2-years old Lenovo laptop's speaker.  Not good. I am no poetry or poetriest. But sometimes, I wish I have a wonderful little magic pen that can capture my little heart's words of bambling, and well.. turn it into something that is little bit true. 

Right now I am missing someone. Hmm. Not too much. But not too little either. Hey, that's the 4th 'little" word that I already used, kan! But what the heck. I am no vocabularist either. The point is, I miss her. I like her voice. And I like to hear her talking. I like her laugh too. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes not. But who cares, when you're talking to someone that you like, time flies much much much faster than it takes for Usain Bolt to run a 100m dash. 

1st

My 1st post, again!

I am always geinuinely found losing something. Last quarter of the year, I lost my very treasured piece of watch. This month a gearknob.  And now, I lost count on how many blogs I already had created/written/dumped/deleted in the past. It's not a good way to start all over again!

But behold,, I remembered the great ancient quote of legendary Japanese swordsman, Mushahi Miamoto san, " One thousand roads lead to only one road "

So, its not too late to start a new blog, eh?. And it's not too late I guess to welcome you to my new & humbe blog. ;)