Something in Common

I don't even think me and my dad even share a thing in common.......

UNTIL NOW!!!!!!!!!!

1. We like cars
2. We like a certain type if gravy when eating Roti Canai
3. We like to laugh
4. We talk loudly on the phone
5. At certain times, we like to drive like a maniac on steroids
6. We are lazy to go out on trips unless it concerns with our own well being
7. We like to make sure our cars and bikes have a full tank of gas
8. We don't really care about style
9. We like Rihanna and Lady Gaga (I just found out about this last week)
10. We love our family and friends.

Of Dream Cars

My friends and I have been rambling about our dream cars this past week.

Don Faliq and Don Lutfee wants a Lambo Gallardo.

Don Jimmy wants a Ferrari, like Don Adam.

Me?

I want a GT-R.

Modded to produce 600 BHP.

With a Ventross Front bumper and side skirts.

And a Tommykaira rear bumper.

A Mine's GT Wing.

TiTek Exhaust.

Magnesium rims.

Carbon-Ceramic Brakes..................

And not forgetting the most important bit, NOS.......

(and the list goes on and on..........)

And one day, when we have our dream cars,

we will meet,

in the center of KL,

at a traffic light,

revving our engines,

and having a race.

And I know my Godzilla will smoke them,

HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love

Love is blind.

So, just give it a walking stick.

Or a pair of eyes.

That should solve your problem.

My Top 5

I've created a top 5.

It's on the left of the blog.

The topic will change according to my mood.

It's a top 5 on anything.

Cars, books, lame quotes and such.

Agree with my top 5? Its up to you.

P/s: Still psyched and stressed.

Coping

I am a person who is easily psyched.

I mean really easy.

Just a little bit of psyche can affect me in a lot of way you can or can't imagine.

Stress is another story.

A little stress I can handle.

A little more, I can still live.

Too much, I will cry in a fetal position.

Sucking my finger dry.

A few people say they work better under pressure.

That is some bull crap.

They are not human.

They are aliens.

Coming to earth to impregnate our women.

And creating hybrids that thrive under pressure.

So let get our yoga mats, and take a breather.

WUUUUU SAAAA!!!!!!!

p/s: I am currently under pressure and stress of tests and assignments.

Returning to Insanity

I am currently sane.

Thinking sane keeps me safe.

Safe from being sodomised with a 5 foot baseball bat with a vibrating dildo on the end of it,

by a burly, hairy-chested man, with a fat belly and fatty arms.

But being sane is no fun.

Being insane is a whole different ballpark all together.

Not that I want to get sodomised with a 5 foot baseball bat with a vibrating dildo on the end of it,

by a burly, hairy-chested man, with a fat belly and fatty arms.

But being insane means you do thing that you wouldn't usually do.

Being spontaneous is the game now, people.

SO, BRING ON THE INSANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!