I haven't written in a while, and honestly, I am rather ashamed that I haven't.

I could blame it on a lack of inspiration, but really, can any respectable writer blame that false villain, the writer's block?

I think I can attribute it to fear. I have developed that fear of being honest in my blog, and I'm wondering if I would rather write well written lies than crappy honesty?

What I would really like to do right now, is sit down and have a really good, fulfilling conversation with you. Yes I would, the kind of conversation where we make do without the everyday ritualistic politeness. I would love to know how you are really feeling right now. I would love to know what you're thinking, and what you plan to do. I want to know if you're sad, or if you're afraid, and I would like you to tell me about your best friend.

I'd like to know if you feel lonely, and I want to know if you think you could find someone you could tolerate for the rest of your life. I'd like to know if you love Malaysia, wondering would you stay, if you could see the kind of futuristic Malaysia I dream about sometimes. I want to know what you think of religion, and of God, and if you like him/her very much.

I want to know your thoughts on death, and beyond, and whether you are afraid of dying and not existing. I want to know if you sleep at night, whether you're scared or curious at how closely sleep resembles death.

I would like to know if you love me, or if you could learn to.

Of Bob.

I've been listening to Bob Marley lately.

In light of the recent shootings and terrorism in Mumbai, I feel an incomprehensible need to love and feel loved by my fellow human beings.

Life, after all, is so short and fleeting, why is it that we can't show love for others in the time we exist?

Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)
Singin: dont worry bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.

Enough for now.

Of self-confidence and stupid cunts.

Tonight I had the unfortunate chance of encountering one of those annoying little boys who felt the need to display their testosterone driven alpha maleness in the room by targeting a guy they felt was easy to pick on.

I was that guy.

It was a friend's party, and this is one of those cases where passive agressiveness doesn't really work in your favour.

There was a game of taboo.

but before I decided to leave in disgust, the tables turned which made me laugh now when I think about it.

You cannot exactly display alpha maleness when you don't know what 'throne' is, and when you think 'orbit' is a planet.

Enough said.

MY GOD LEARN SOME PHYSICS!

I was driving early to uni the other day, (for once) not because I was actually going to class, (I actually skipped all of them that day) but because I had to hand in a 2500 word assignment that day that I had done absolutely nothing about.

No research, no readings nothing.

Of course me, being the excellent procrastinator that I am, decided that I could, with superhuman strength and effort, finish a 2500 word essay in 8 hours. Hey I mean, you know, 4 hours for research, 4 hours for writing, what's the big deal right?

Self deception is a key characteristic of all great procrastinators.

Anyway, on my drive early that morning, I must say that I started out my day from pleasant-colgate-white-teeth-smiles to being black, tsunamithundermonster annoyed. And the reason for my annoyance stemmed from this girl who had no notion of Physical laws whatsoever.

No, really.

Look, a lot of people squirm when they hear the word 'Physics'. They think that 'Physics' is that class which is reserved for the top geniuses of the world. But the fact is, we all learn physics from the day that we were born.

I mean c'mon, when you were like, 5, and you had your head rammed by a swing, (yes, that's me) and you fall down and see stars in broad daylight, you're learning Physics. When you decide to sit next to your kindergarten crush and this big dirty bully who just can't stand to see you happy gives you one right in the kisser, (yes, that's me too) you're learning Physics. And you know those hollow cube toys with specific shapes on them, the ones you can only put in a specific sized object in a certain orientation? Yup, it's all Physics.

Which amazed because I couldn't fathom how this girl could not for the life of her figure out her physics.

Here's how it happened.

You see, close to my uni, there is a stretch of gravel road that is quite narrow. When it's empty, there's probably just enough room for 2 cars to travel side by side. Now, this stretch of gravel road is used, daily, as free parking spots. People come in as early as 7 in the morning, (trust me) and by 8 to 9 am, the entire stretch of the of the gravel road is filled left and right with free parkers leaving a single lane for you to drive on.

Now since I came early that morning, I intended to cash in on my early bird prize and claim my free parking, however I was mildly disappointed to have discovered that it was already completely full. So I drove to the end of the road, turned around, and drove out.

Here's where I started to get annoyed.

Halfway out the rather long, single lane gravel road, this idiot driver saw me coming out, yet refused to reverse to the closer exit which was on her side. Apparently she noticed a parking spot and tried to parallel park it.

I could only stare dumbfounded as she tried to park her car.

Perhaps a visual diagram would help you understand better.

Yes, and there I was, as idiot driver did her million point parallel parking, without successfully getting in. You'd think that after 5 minutes, you'd be embarrassed to be perhaps one of the most failed horrible drivers in the world, and something in me screamed at me to smash on my horn, but I was, while extremely annoyed, amused and interested at the same time to see how long she'd actually keep this up.

And so I sat completely stationary for 20 minutes. Nope, I kid you not, I was in the car (music turned off so I can observe this idiot) for TWENTY minutes just seeing her go reverse, forward, turn, reverse, forward, turn, reverse....

Eventually even the Universe could not stand the idiocy of this moron and decided that divine intervention was the best course of action. It manifested in the form of a guard who came to see why traffic was stalled and he signalled to her by putting his palms close apart and shaking his head, and r tardo, by some miracle understood that. So she (un)graciously reversed out of the single lane road.

Now I could spend another half hour commenting on how she couldn't even reverse on a straight road, swerving to her right and left, which sucked out another 10 minutes of my life for a 2 minute maneuver, but I shall blog about something else worth more my time.

Learn to drive/park moron.