Inspiration eelek

Okay so maybe i have anxiety and frustration taking the wheel in my life, and i did jump into the pool on friday night with only my jeans on. Its getting harder and harder to ignore msn nicknames wearing reminders that the big exams are only about 2 months away, oblivious to how much head-banging and wall-punching reactions it brings to people like me who cant help but catch a glimpse of it even if i dont want to.

And for an uncanny reason, my pyjamas smells like green grass oil (cheh chau eu), is someone trying to poison(but is failing miserably) me? Although it is organic and edible. Or maybe its the smell of expired naftalene balls.

Paranoia, i wish i could eradicate. Besides, naftalene balls are so yesteryear.

Subjecting myself to writing without inspiration is suicidal, nothing makes sense. My mind is hovering about in my room while my fingers are tapping the keys rhythmically. The probable purpose of this post as i can think of is to finally put ambi mohan under wraps, you see, blog posts are like powerbars, when you first publish, there's a buzz and lots of activity revolving around it, then if you leave it there in the fridge for a little longer than usual, it starts to harden, then it dehydrates, this is the point where no one wants a bite anymore, then it expires and all blog hoppers would come to your blog, see a stale post and move along. Which is why it is vital to update from time to time even if you write jackshit like me.

I have an issue with supercab however. I wouldn't hesitate to write in to any daily paper willing to read another ever growing list of cabby complains. Normal rate charges from ss2 to OU is about 6 to 7 bucks everyone knows that, and i'm sure alot more public transport consumers are still left in the dark about some cabby rules like if you dont tell the cabby earlier that you and your friend are dropping off at 2 different places, he has a cabby right to charge an extra 2 bucks if he wants to exercise it. I've sat countless taxis and have encountered equally countless drivers, from bob marley drunkard to royal family driver material, and i'm sure that the extra 2 buck rule is a whole load of fuck because if it does apply, then most drivers are either too kind to young men like me or they have amnesia. Because when it comes to money, everyone wants to get extra. Yesterday my and brad's taxi ride from OU back home costed 10 freaking holy ringgits, because some stupid pizza faced cabby said it was disrespectful to not tell him earlier that we're going to 2 different stops. Which means i've been rather disrespectful to a whole bunch of other cabbies and they're too stupid to stand their ground. And just because its the puasa month doesnt mean taxi drivers have an invinsible excuse to ooze more money out of passengers by using the respect reason. If it was 6.45 then maybe i can understand that he's rushing home to buka puasa and then he can talk about respect to me, but i remembered his illuminating green clock saying it was 6. And menfolk dont cook unless you're chef wan. Aih, stupid.

I was searching high and low in the taxi for his identification and the registration number but i couldn't find nuts. I was so pissed i even forgot to record his number plate. But i can aptly describe his interior, i'm gonna write a complaint saying i dont have his number but he had his passenger seat slanted backwards to see oncoming traffic on the left because his 4 windows are almost filled to the brim with bloody stickers of the events he's been to. "Program Usahawan 2005, Equatorial Hotel, Puchong", "Japan GT Grand Prix 2006", and he has copies of the same stickers all over. He doesnt stop at junctions because he cant see whats coming on the left, and he drives like alex yoong on a bad hair day. Oh and his meter is tampered for raya, i suspect.

Actually i'm just pissed because i had to fish out my 10 ringgit note so majestically sitting in my wallet. Now i'm kinda broke.

And i really really want to eat seeham, lok-lok style.

Jinny