sword of omens, give me sight beyond sight



I'm wondering if any of you guys know someone who can sleep with eyes open. CK apparently knows such a person. Now my question is, if you sleep with your eyes open, do you see? And if not, would your blank screen be black or white?

stark realisation

1. Never say to a cop "Saya tarak speeding tuan" when you have The Rasmus blasting on your car stereo.
2. I don't get 20 mins of exercise 3 times a week. The only way I can lose my spare tyre is by shitting frequently.
3. When I've been out eating pork in various forms till 5am, my piss smells like pork. When I wake in the morning, I smell like pork.
4. A an engine's airflow demands at high RPM cannot be supplied by a small turbo. More air being sucked out of the intake manifold than can be pressurised in. Result: boost drops.
5. My right armpit is abnormally perspiring today.

is this goodbye?



Well, we certainly had out ups and downs together, and now the time may have come to part. Good times including doing laps round Sepang International Circuit. That was fun while it lasted. (My rehearsed reply to everyone who asked how it was) F.Y.I, I broke a ball joint resulting in the automotive equivalent to a severely dislocated shoulder leaving your arm dangling in an unnatural position.

If anyone objects, please speak now. Your opinions will be considered.

In its place, hopefully an AW11 MR2.





It's a melancholy feeling to part with the interplay. Lots of blood sweat and tears and several ringgit to boot. Turns out the interested buyer is the mechanic who did the engine transplant for my car (done by the first owner, i'm the fourth). The intention is to buy it off me and unload it on his customer who wants it for a track car. Like putting a horse out to pasture I guess. Oh well... we'll just see how it goes.

don't play with your food

Isaiah 65:25
The wolf and the lamb will feed together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox, but dust will be the serpent's food. They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, says the LORD.

I was watching National Geographic the other day... some wildlife documentary. It was a mother cheetah teaching her cub to hunt. The momma cheetah had already put momma gazelle out of her misery, and cheetah JR was chasing gazelle JR around their little patch of savannah. All fun and games for the cheetah, but in the eyes of the gazelle there was only fear. Every now and then momma cheetah gets up and shows junior how to trip its prey, but she leaves the kill to junior. Who obviously is less than proficient, allowing the gaz to get up and run again. It was, after all life or death.

I turned off the tv. There was just something mildly disturbing about that scene. Both juvenile animals were cute. One was going to eat the other. I never did find out if the cheetah cub made a meal of the little gaz.