It would be the perfect setting for a sabbatical road trip. I’m not that picky. The car has to be a manual vintage Honda accord (with power steering please) with no old-car-ikan bilis smell but only the vanilla bouquet ambi pur air freshener that subtly reeks (just like the old Honda baby I used to drive), and the stereo has to play death cab’s “passenger seat” and “lightness” and azure ray’s “across the ocean” and “the drinks we drank last night”. And I don’t care if you want to smoke, as long as it’s menthol lights and the windows are down with the air-con off so I don’t get motion sickness. And it doesn’t matter if we don’t know which way we’re heading to as long as we know our way back home.

And like how some people have one-night stands, I’ll have one-road-trip stands. Heh. You can tell me everything and I won’t judge you ‘coz I won’t ever see you again and I can tell you everything and I don’t care if you judge me because we won’t ever cross paths again. I can put my feet on the dashboard and you won’t frown on it, and hell, we don’t even have to talk if we don’t want to. We don’t have to fall in love or be in love for the setting to be perfect because love would just tarnish the purpose of the reasonless trip.

Really, it would be less complicated than just hopping in the sack….(’cept there’s the cost of petrol..and maybe accommodation..but we’ll make it up as we go along).

I’d like to drive to nowhere, with a nobody, with no agenda, and no expectations.

That’d just be nice, ye know.

Because sometimes when you get tired of making up or hearing excuses in your life, as a sort of absolution, you need to do things without reason baby.

But that’s just me.

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Speaking of road trips, Congrats to Home-ger-84 Sharmyyyy for attaining her driving license at, what? the second try?!! Fwahh, you beat me lor, you win already lorZzzZxzxzx….

Now next time we hang out, drive yourself home eh. Ahahahahahah…
I'd like to put my feet on the dash...

twisted frequencies @ 02:42 a.m.

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Sunday, May 7, 2006
"Plans are like candies to the Fates"

Collided with a triple coincidence this morning. Of the laptop, the radio and the mind - all contents connected at the same time..amayyy-zing!

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Do you ever have a prepared defence for hypocrisy? Coz I mean, admit it, we're all guilty of it from time to time. I don't really..as in I have no excuse. I don't know whyy I allowed the well-repressed devil's advocate to burst at the seams of my conscience yesterday.

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And yes..I like a man that can stimulate me. mentally.
You can buy me with words. Yes I'm that easy...(or difficult).

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"You want to be appreciated in the intellectual areas. Yes, you are slim and pretty, intelligent and resourceful, cheeky and fun, talkative and considerate but you ask yourself: should you be submitting all these to a lifetime of commitment to any ordinary run-of-the-mill Mat Rempit?"

I don't know what's a 'Mat Rempit'.. But yea..I don't want no Mat Rempit.

"You need to be courted with candle-lit dinners with virtuoso ensembles, but Mr Pak Lebai keep on bringing you to Rahmat Tambi Nasi Kandar (cos he wants to see wrestling) or Phee-Fatimah Tooooom Yam (cos its cheap), and he even split the bill once in a while. You are fed-up with having to ride on his polyester-seat proton wira or withstand hearing him talk only about himSELF but most of all you are fed up with the overall ambient sluggishness, immaturity, lack of understanding, lack of lovability, want of patience and an overdose of jealousy, uncalled-for tantrum fits, egotistical over-control and unwanted emotionalism that so frequently accompany such immature young malay bachelors."

Oh yes. But I seriously do not mind RaviVeloo's Briyani at the old run-down kopitiam of my estate's corner from time to time. Not a fussy ger when it comes to food. Just no onions la.

"YOU are a person who needs a real man. Someone who can both lullaby you with his stanzas or croon you with his musical fingers. Amaze you with his feats and yet fascinate you with his stories. Captivate you with his eyes and yet drown you with his love. You need a man to die for, to cry for, to laugh with and be with. You need to live a life of being appreciated, understood, listened to and loved. You need a man with restraints but yet relinquishes his passion in the most innovative manner. Yes, you believe that Internet Relationships are, at best, frequently fraudulent but you also have the intelligence to distinguish between what is true and what is not. You believe that more often than not, good things exist only in dreams. Or in story books. But you also are convinced that once in a while they emerge in realities."

Heh. Yes indeed, I need "a man with restraints but yet relinquishes his passion in the most innovative manner". A-ha. It's not a 'want', it's a 'neeeed'.

No pressure. =)

ANyway.

Enough bout me.

Election results were quite a yawn weren't they? It promised choices, different voices, but eventually it's back to the status quo. Did we even have an election? Or was it eventually just a 'major upgrading' of the ruling party which they fooled us into paying for with our votes? (but well if that's what we want...or maybe that's what we need?)

The only thing the elections did was to bring new blood into the government. But even so, some new blood came into the government without even needing any votes.

But why should I care, You voted. I didn't.

I'm feeling very nostalgic and sleepy this sunday morning.

"I will wait for you...but please come..soon."