People oh people...

So after 6 years I finally decided (mostly agreed) to change my car. Not so much changing, but more to upgrading. I'm getting a new Vios. The 3rd gen, 2017 version. One of the very annoying process I have to go to through is to sell the old Vios, the one I currently own. Let's call it Pandavios.

To be able to afford the new Vios, which we are gonna call Blacky by the way, I have to trade in Pandavios. In addition to that, I'd also like to keep the soul of the car, the plate number. To avoid more hardwork, we let the Toyota sales guy to find a buyer/reseller. So he did. And the guy he introduced to us? He will definitely go by the name Mr Obnoxious.

Mr Obnoxious would only buy Pandavios for RM35,000. Why? Because greedy bastards are cheapasses (excuse my language). But it's fine as long as it can cover the down payment of Blacky. What I'm venting in this blog is the attitude. The attitude of most people I meet and can't stand. The attitude of typical Malays. At some point I felt like a charity case, having to beg him to keep his promise to buy it for 37k initially. But Mr O went all big-boss like saying 35k or nothing. Jerk.

Today we met him again. To set up Pandavios for inspection at Puspakom. So we waited at his sorry excuse for an office made up of an abandoned trailer caravan thingy. He arrived, acting like a king suddenly revealing he too was a UPM graduate. An information I have no use for in my life. There he was, telling my parents and I about his education life story, his son's life story (which clearly noone cares about) trying to feel almighty having that many scrolls in the family. Dude, my dad has a degree AND a masters from the UK sponsored by the government. We still know a thing called humility. He also bragged how he used to be a manager here and there and decided he wanted to be his own boss so he went for business coz he's that kinda person. Do I care? Nope.

After discussing how to settle things (since he wanted to take away Pandavios immediately after he pays for it), we agreed to let him come with us back home to Tampin to pick up Pandavios for the inspection appointment. He got into dad's car, the Mazda 6. Which knocked him off his make-belief throne when he found out it was bought brand new. Not a second hand shit like those he sells.  Along the way he went from King Wannabe III to Mr Humble. How did that happened? Well, he asked. He asked about dad. And when he found out about dad, almighty disappeared. Goodbye Mr Obnoxious, hello Mr Realistic. Welcome to standing on the ground with your own feet.

So why do people do that? Why do people talk so highly about themselves when clearly nobody asked? Why are people so desperate to up themselves so they could look down on others? Why do people want to know so much about me and my family when I never raise a question about theirs? And Mr O was not the first to do that. I have met soooo many people having the same behavior. I'm starting to think I'm the one who's different. I don't ask people about them, their families, the people they know and all that bullshit. I have only some space in my brain for other things instead of other people.

So yeah. That happened. It's cool to knock people off their pedestal with reality. We don't talk the walk, we walk the talk. That's how we roll.

Bad Dreams...

So I woke up this morning feeling crappy. My whole body was in pain, my head was spinning like crazy and my stomach hurts. I had a bad dream last night. Supposedly it was a nightmare I couldn't remember (or don't want to...). All I know is I felt so tired waking up like I just fought something.

I think it's common to feel sick after a bad dream. Maybe the bad dream was caused by the physical pain. I remember having terrible nightmares whenever I feel sick which I use as a confirmation to admit being truly sick. Something psychological i guess. We tend to be mentally weak when our body feels tired, in pain and exhausted. Nothing serious.

But after hours and hours of feeling crappy and miserable, I finally took some Panadol Soluble and it worked like a charm after 2-3 hours. Feel better now and ready to sleep. And right now I have no idea what the point of this blog entry is.

Gossipers should be the first ones to hell..

I think the title speaks itself. Lately I have been reading too many gossips that have exceeded entertainment levels. Gossip has become so evil and shitty that they start to annoy the hell outta me. I have a watsapp group that majors in spreading rumors and gossips. I know I could just hit the "leave" button but I also know I don't have that many friends to have that option. So here I am, blogging about it.

Yup. 

The thing that gets on my nerve is the in-depth detail people know about other people. They even have screenshots about personal information of their subjects (yeah we're gonna call the victims that now). And they'd post it in Whatsapp groups and discuss. Then the fire spreads. Everyone would have their opinions and relate it to other people who would become new subjects. Then, before we know it, the conversation becomes a gossip gala where everyone else is wrong accept yourself. What crazy society am I living among? You people are lecturers for God's sake! You tell me to maintain the reputation of an educator and live off gossiping about other people? Damn, people, practice what you preach.

I had people asking me why don't I join social events like work parties etc. I am happy sitting in front of the computer, playing my video games or exploring the internet minding my own business. And sometimes, to my surprise, people know about my life more than I do. Hell, I don't even know who I am sometimes and people seem to be an expert in that.

Okay I do gossip too, sometimes. But only celebrities because it's their job to be gossiped about. And maybe people who done things that bother me. But randoms? People who barely know my existance? Meh. Why would I spend a minute talking bout things I know nothing about, and has nothing to do with me? Why would I spend time comparing my life with others and be miserable about it?

So yeah I'm writing this because I'm annoyed. My friends (or so called) are ultimate gossipers hiding behind hijabs so it annoys the hell outta me. Ultimately, all I can do is vent here, ignore them and move on. My life is more interesting and this is talking about me and video games.

Just me and my thoughts...

Monday, 7th August 2017.

Happy working day, I guess. As for me, I'm still on my "wake up at 9.00 am" routine. A month has gone by since semester break started and I haven't done anything useful or "impact"ful. Just me at my parents', with random thoughts in my head.

It's a battle between me and my memories. Some of which I wish to delete for good. But there they all lay at the bottom of the recycled bin, like a virus I cannot seem to permanently delete. Mistakes, wrong decisions and regret were made in my life. All the criteria enough to be human.

But I guess everyone has these demons. They are what made us who we are. We try things, find out they are wrong, we regret them and the next thing we know is we repeat them. Some admit to these wrong doings and some just live in denial, only to be haunted by what was done and what was lost.

Just don't let them hold you forever

I'm sure you think my words are just mumbo jumbos of a bored person.  Partly, maybe. I am on my semester break having not much to do, so let me win this lol. The point of this entry is when you have that much free time on your hands, your past memories come and haunt you for no reason. (Facebook and other social media ain't making them easier to forget too...).

So just be careful, I tell myself. Don't let these past ghosts reshape you into something you don't want to be. I've been on the road of mistakes and I don't tend to walk through that again. What I have learned to do is admit the wrongs and move on. I don't want to be those who keep finding excuses to justify what they have done. Eventually, it will come back and cause utter depression.

If you're wondering what kind of mistakes I've done, don't. Just let it remain in the bottom of my memory to remind me of the worst. It's nothing to do with religions and all that. Just mistakes a naive, inexperience person makes. Let's move on.

What's happening today...

As usual, these few weeks have been viral-ful. From Chester Bennington's suicide (RIP, Legend) to some local artists' scandals to the none other than Malaysian's Top 3 Richest Retards. Nothing could be more entertaining than the internet.

But to the most important tragedy of last week, the lost of a voice.

Dear Chester,

I don't know you in person, I don't know your story. All I know is what the media told me through articles, blogs, TV and all that. But the part of you that I do know, your beautiful voice and beautiful face, I will surely miss. What a voice you have, the kind that touches hearts and melts souls. There is no other like you. And I will never, ever understand how someone with a voice like the angels could lose the battle with merciless demons. Rest in Peace, Chester, wherever you are.