Sunday morning

Sunday morning went to pick up umar it must've been raining the whole nite till morning cos that morning, gosh it was so cold i dont wanna get out of bed. If i got someone next to me heheh lagi best wooo wud snuggle under the covers till high noon. Anyways was at a traffic light waiting for it to turn green. As it turned green i stepped on the accelerator, umar was yelling "arip basikal!!!". Jammed on the brakes as soon as i heard him yelled like that and by that time i saw an indian fella on this old basikal tua coming from the left into my field of vision. that fella dah terangkat both of his leg to avoid me hitting em. i guess he got no brakes dah ler basikal tua the roads pulak basah. i bumped into his bicycle tergolek that fella. Got out of the car to check on him and my car. baru lepas repair the car maa, abis 1k ish kena mandi bunga lah my car nih asyik accident jer. lucky only the plet number jer patah.

asked that fella if he is ok can he walk need a ride or something, he said yeah he's fine sambil tersengih cam kerang busuk because he knows its his fault. there aint suppose to be any traffic coming from that way and it was already green when i jalan. tapi kesian jugak tgk that fella, his tyres dah macam potato chip. i got into my car and suddenly this indian fella on a motorbike came from the other lane came next to my car and ask me to give that fella 10 or 15 bucks his argument was i made his tyres bengkok.

motorcycle guy: bagilah dia seploh ringgit ka lima belas ringgit ka?

me: dia salah saya kena bayar dia? saya jalan hijau tau

motorcycle guy: saya tau tapi tayar dia bengkok you kasilah seploh ringgit ka?

me: abis saya punya plet sapa mau ganti kawan, lu mau ganti? saya tak langgar lampu merah, saya jalan lampu sudah hijau, dia salah saya kena bayar dia!? saya fikir dia tayar bengkok saya tak minta ganti plet saya tau. dia salah saya kena bayar dia ka!!???

lucky i remembered i was fasting kalau tak mmg dah maki that guy cukup². i pun kesian jugak that fella on the bicycle but it was his fault he got to take ownership for his action. he had to go against the traffic on that lane obviously i didnt expect anybody to come from there. i just closed my door and drove off. bengang and dont want things to escalate between me and that guy pulak. on the way back tuh umar out of the blue laughed, i asked him whats so funny, he said dia kelakar tgk that guy terangkat² kaki just before i bumped into him. teringat balik i pun tergelak jugak. well what to do guess it wasnt that fella's day that day and mine either i had to go buy a new plet which cost me bout 15 bucks.

Im quarter chinese

Hmm let see now what to write for my 1st blog over here, well would like to convey my thanks to mr poker a.k.a sekinchan a.k.a incik amat for encouraging me to start blogging here. I'm neither an accomplished writer nor do I have a flair for writing or the passion for it. But on the occasion that I do finally come down to it, I find that by writing, its like someone has so eloquently put it, its a form of mental salvation. I dont really mind that some stranger is reading about me, its not like Im gonna put my intimates of intimates up here. Tis a place where I could vent out write for the sake of writing not for the sole reason of wanting other people to read, but an archives for me where I can go back to reminisce or laugh my freaking ass off.

Talking about remembering something, I kinda remembered a good buddy of mine Sham, He's a self-proclaim Cibai (Chinese + Bai hehe not dissing the fella he admitted it himself, he knows I love him like a brother). He came over to my house one fine night, I cant remember for what though maybe to use the toilet I guess. Damn you think my house is a public toilet ahh!!?? Well anyways as we were heading out, he happen to lay his eyes on some envelopes on the table next to the door. Then he remarked "Hey Ariff, I didnt know you were quarter chinese" to which i replied "Huh!? What made you say that?" He pointed to the envelope and said "Well it says there its addressed to Hassan Wan Abdullah Hwa"

I picked up the letter and sure enough in bold and caps its HASSAN WAN ABDULLAH HWA. Told my friend Sham that my father never mentioned the fact that my grandpa was chinese and I never met him before, he passed away long before I was born. I was musing over it and reading it over and over for a full 5 minutes then it hit me, "Woi its my father's initial lah you fool!""Oh yeah!!!" we laughed our ass off after that. Always could bring a smile remembering that incident. Well anyways I guess thats all for now for my first post.

Laterz