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Monday, 16 December 2013

The CLUTCH-ing Pain

My left leg has been casted with Stupefy for a moment there ( 2 hours to be exact ) -

For that long of hour, I was told "Release it... release that a bit.. a bit more... okay, hold it now... hold it... release it slowly... SLOWLY.... you released it too fast... do it again." [and  it still echoes in my mind while I'm writing this]

Then, I would have to press the clutch until the end and twist the key that started it, an action that I had repeated more than what my finger could count... and I couldn't sensibly feel (weird...) the clutch under my left foot and taking off shoes is a no no while learning to drive. 

THAT was the first time I became the driver - sort of - , controlled the tiny white Kancil with my own limbs. 

Thank God my instructor is a lady, smaller in size than me... hehe... and I thought that maybe she would not have any characteristic of a tiger lady... yet, I was wrong. A stare from her eyes when you were in the act of doing something wrongly could send a powerful struck of sudden gulp and cold sweat into the deep of your heart and out to your head. "Uh oh... " that was what I could think or say to myself at that moment. 
However, she is not strict or fearsome in real person, she is a nice lady and would gladly talk to you anytime and another plus point... she is a very patient one and that is what I must say. 

While instructing, she would not scold or even worse, pinch you. She would just stare at you directly into your eyes and broke through your thick barrier of soul... directly into your soul... 

I know why now... why her stare would look terrifying... haha... it is because of the eyeliner... yes, that thick eyeliner that she applies below her eyeballs... haha... So, one thing I learnt from this, that is not to overlook the power that a women would hold when she applies make-up on her face. It could be inviting, and it could be devastating also. End of my instructor's story.

So for the first two hours, I was taught on how to drive the car without pressing the oil pedal, both left and right turning and horizontal park and I am glad that I was given the chance to do the driving alone (literally, in the car). 

Another thing that made my heart to beat faster was driving the car down the hill and it was duuup..zaaakkk... duuup...zaaaakkk... duuuuup. zaaakkk.. 

When an object is on inclined downward surface, it would move down with great velocity and that was what happened when I drove the Kancil down the hill. 

I pressed the break, released it a second afterward and quickly pressed the break again. So you can imagine my dear instructor body was pushed forward and backward again due to the momentum... and it was hilarious to the least extent, imagine with her stares locked at you and emotionless face... 

Right now, it seemed like my left leg has been working out more and become more stoic than my right leg and tomorrow, I will have another driving lesson. I'm sure it will become more muscular than before after tomorrow and the day after that, and the day after that, and day after that. 

Sunday, 8 December 2013

Nosey Snoopy ME

"Learn to love the value... of minding your own business."

Hi there, it has been a while since i have posted any entry here.
A few quick minutes had I spent to read  the previous entries and few essence of humour were discovered in them *blerghhhhh*... haha... I was giggling and laughing all the way for all the idiocy when I read them... hehehe... okay, I shall stop... and stop I shall!!!

Notice the quote up there?
Well, it is a great reminder to the person who is writing this entry now, and I am pretty sure that it wasn't a coincidence that I 'bumped into' the quote...

Let me rephrase the quote into our easy-to-understood language... *ehemmm*... it goes like this:

"Don't be a BUSYBODY"
"No Snoopy-ing around"
"No adding'nosey' before your name"
"and never let anyone tell you to wag off!! ouch!"
*and also other related terms.

According to me, myself and I (2013, home), forcing your nose to be stamped into other person or people's butt is not good. I mean it is bad, wayyyyy bad. C'mon, a butt is a filthy place , except a baby's butt, and you want to put your nose, basically your whole face, on that curvy surface and please DO imagine, as you are breathing, you are inhaling the oozy aromatic air from the cracks of the flesh *pooooooop*

That is so YUCKY, to a certain extent, STICKY too. 

That is an analogy that I came up with to describe what situation that a particular person is facing when he minds other people's business. As we are 'involving' (a positive term for busybody-ing) our own self into people's dilemma, we are 'inviting' (another good term for taking without reasoning or logical thought) their problems to enter our life. We can't run from problems while we are struggling to make ends meet in this world, and it would be a stinky move to add another one into your pile of problem. It is also like scrubbing stinky cheese on your oily face that is already full of acne, black spots and wrinkles. That stinks. Terpaksalah, benda itu sendiri yang cari.

By the way, have you watched or come across the images of so-called 'human centipede' from its movie? Well, it is a little bit like that yet completely different than that when you are sticking your face on people's butt... krik, krik, krik... 

Not to mention that we would stuck to some somehow sticky situations, depending on how big the problem is that we have invited over for a slumber party at our house. It that person's cannot get out from his problem, so do you. So think twice, before kepochi-ing other people's problem.

It is good to be concerned with other people's problem, but there is a boundary that we should be alerted of and follow. Honestly, me, myself and I sometimes are making ourselves to be careless on not to cross the boundary because we deeply care for that person, or we are just love to be kepochiiiii... hahaha

and who doesn't like to gossip around... everyone does although the degree and manifestation of the gossip might vary for every person... but beware, not all things that seemed interesting and able to bring enjoyment + satisfaction to us will do good to us... (somehow related to this entry I guess... =.=")

Anyway, anyhow and moo moo cow, this entry has no relation to the living or dead. It is just something that I pondered about while living my life. I shall end this entry with the pronouncing of good night and have a sweet dream. Toodles~