Satria VS Lolita

Lolita and I were taking a leisure drive up Berjaya Hills last Sunday when we came across these two Satria's going uphill as well. They were having fun with their turbo engines and the sound of blow-off valves were filling the valley like a beautiful symphony.

We trailed the Satria's forawhile until I remembered after the next corner, there will be a straight. As we approached the corner, I made my move and Lolita handled beautifully for me to overtake the car ahead of me. A pretty nice maneuver if I do say so myself.

The next car took it as a challenge I suppose because after that, it sped up. With familiarity to our advantage, we manage to keep up to the car ahead for awhile. Lolita was red-lining almost all the time and everytime we exit a corner, the Satria would accelerate to quite some distance only to have the distance covered up by the next cornering.

Suddenly, there was a loud boom! My eyes quickly scanned the instrument panel. Everything seems to be ok. The next thing I know, the car ahead was signalling to the side and smoke was coming out of its hood. We stopped too.

dS : dude, what happened?

dude : pukimak sial!! turbo aku pecah!

dS : huh? wtf!! warrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh kah kah kah kah!!! (i couldn't help it, its was fucking funny!! he wasn't amused. the look on his face was priceless)

By the time I stopped laughing, his friend pulled up from behind and asked the same question. He got the same answer and.... he had the same reaction! There we were, 1 unamused dude and 2 other laughing like hyenas.

dude : bro, ko bikin apa kat keta ko? camne boleh tiong aku sampai gitu?

dS : waja la. standard.

dude : ah! kelentong!

dS : meh check.

I showed them Lolita's engine. Both had the mouths of fish out of water.

dS : ko berdua, naik sini holiday ke?

dudes : yup!

dS : aku kerja sini. lol

dudes : laaaaa patut la. sial je.

Satisfied with my answer, I told them that I'll get them some help from the resort to which they responded by declining my offer and saying that they have their own contact. A quick smoke and a bid farewell, Lolita and I continued our journey.

I was on the phone with my cousin-out-law telling him what happened and sharing a good laugh again when we heard the unmistakenable sound of a boxer engine. A glance on my rear view mirror confirmed it. It was a Subaru Impreza WRX. COL egged me to try to challenge it. Knowing its futile, I slowed down and let it pass only to drive up to it as soon as it got infront.

I guess the driver knew what I wanted to do. He sped off like the devil. This time, way way faster than I've ever gone before. This is the first time I've seen an Impreza in action. It really is like spiderman. Where Lolita screeches and scream, it just drive through a corner like its travelling at 20kmph. Red lining Lolita does not seem to work. In under 2 minutes, the Impreza were already 20 meters away.

I guess, there is only so much a driver can do. So we decided to enjoy the scenery than risk being part of the scenery. Awhile later, we saw the Impreza park on the side of the road.

When we got close, it sped the hell away leaving us in a cloud of dust. Wonderful, its showing off. Its his right anyway, far superior car. I'm satisfied.

Whatever happened to the Satria? Well, I found out later that they managed to get a tow truck over about 5 hours later. I realise that my vow to drive safely was compromised, but I guess, its hard to kill the wild blood in us.

Belles Will Ring

The Secondhand Wonderland has always been a good supplier of music to me. She introduced Aqualung, Jet... Keane. All superb groups with superb songs.

Belles Will Ring is her latest recommendation. Needless to say, its good. The dreamy rhythm is almost hypnotic. This music combined with some grass would make an awesome high. I'm already feeling like a flower child. The only thing lacking is my tie-dyed shirt and a room full of soft big pillows to laze around in.

Go buy the CD and come float with me. (reads download from somewhere and enjoy)

Back to Civilisation

I'm back. Back to polluted air. Back to bitchass traffic jams. In fact, I was 15 mins late to work today when everyday I'm 15 mins early.

Know what I miss the most? Power. Up in Berjaya Hills, I rule. Anything regarding IT, I make the decision. I run the show. I I I and I... back here, I'm a little guppy. Its amazing. I don't care much for power before. Power must be addictive.

Paintball Virgins

System has gone live. Project Team is about to leave for the next property. Since the next three days there wont be much to do except solve teething problems, the GM has graciously gave us a very nice package to break our paintball virginity. All but one at least. That bugger broke his at Desa Waterpark.

My initial feeling about this was "shit! this is gonna be one hell of a painful game." But seeing the high spirit of Project Team, I guess pain exists only to tell us that we are alive. So what the hell. Still.. I'm not a fool to not prepare myself. Out came the baggy gangsta rapper jeans and shirt. A good thing too as I found later on, I was hit 3 times yet didn't notice it.

We got to the place slightly later than our appointment. So had to rush through registration where we denounce any rights we have on blaming Berjaya Hills Paintball should anything negative happen.



Then it was the briefing. "THIS IS MY GUN, THERE ARE MANY OTHERS LIKE IT, BUT THIS ONE IS MINE. WITHOUT MY GUN, I AM NOTHING. WITHOUT ME, MY GUN IS NOTHING".



Actually, it went something like:-
1. Never point your gun horizontally except during game.
2. Always keep your gun corked and safety on unless told by the marshall.
3. Never shoot off your gun even though you know its empty.
4. I dunno, didn't hear the rest coz I was busy checking out the gun. I think they were telling about the history of the gun. What is was originally used for and such.
5. Talking about how to wear the mask and other safety equipment.
6. Types of game. Steal the flag is the easiest. Steal the base is a little hard. Vietnam Village is a son of a bitch. Then we have the option of 1Life or Long Life. 1Life meaning, once you are shot, you are out of the game. Go sit behind the marshall and smell his ass until the game is over. Long Life means if you are shot, you have to go back to your base and rejoin the game from there.

After the briefing, its arming time. Woo hoo!!! Each of us gets a body armour, face mask, team colour and of course, a gun. The two girls in the Project Team had to take different side by default, so they they to choose their teammates.

Spade & Yang : ONE.. TWO.. SOM!!
Spade : Devil (the experienced one)
Spade & Yang : ONE.. TWO.. SOM!!
Yang : General Ushka (command & conquer tactician)
Spade & Yang : ONE.. TWO.. SOM!!
Yang : General Dan (player of the year)
Spade & Yang : ONE.. TWO.. SOM!!

On and on until everyone is in a team. Red team consists of mostly young people while Blue team older and most dangerously, great tacticians. In my mind, the only way to beat them is to rely on our Super Mario agility and play fast games. No John Woo stand downs.

Then we marched on to the field. Guess what, the field is about 500m walk away and by the time we got there, some of us are already tired.



We took some practise shot at the firing range where I noticed the pellets actually fly in an arc. Does this mean if I shoot high enough, I can get someone who is hiding behind a log? Heh! I did try it, but didn't have time to watch the pellet land.

Before we know it, its game on!! 5 a side, 2 flags. Our tactic, 2 person on each side, 1 to provide cover, 1 to capture the flag and 1 person in the middle to prevent the other team from capturing the flag. We lost the first game. Basically, because no team work. All of us we just covering ourside, not looking at the otherside to see if they need help.



Game 2,3 and 4 were of cause won by us. Best thing was, we can see the pellets flying at us, so we can pull a Neo anytime. In the end, I had a glancing shot on my left shoulder and 3 nice spots on the bottom of my pants which I had no idea where it came from or who shot me. My kill? 4 maybe 5.

I wish they have a much more powerful gun. Maybe a sniper gun. I'd love that. That way, the chances of pulling a John Woo will be less.



What happens if you don't wear lose baggy cloths and have no armour? See below.

Possessed

There I was sitting down, quietly enjoying my Marinara Pasta when suddenly I heard a man's scream. It was a loud blood curling scream. Everyone turned around facing the observation tower.

Already there was a speculation about someone falling from the tower. Being the busybody that I am, I finished my food, swiped my OC and went to investigate.

As I got to the dance stage, I saw some of the Quest Dancers carrying one of their member on to it. She had this glazed look on her face. Some of them started to massage the girl's fingers. (I was told later that this is a week spot for someone possessed.)

I tried to take a few shots with my trusty K750 when she screamed again. Still with the gruff man's voice. Believe me, I don't think its possible for a girl to scream like that. People started to gather around the stage. Partly because of the screaming, partly because of all the bending and kneeling the sexy girls were doing. Free show sial..

Just as the girl started to calm down, one of the other member started to have the same symptom. Now two of them had it. This freaked me out a bit because I was standing quite close to them.

By now, a few pious men appeared and started to pray. 15 minutes later, both of them stood up like they just had sex whole night long. Their friends took them back to the room to rest and well... thats the end of it.

This is the first time I witness something like this live and I'm glad to say, I find it quite interesting rather than scary. They say things like this happens a lot here. How true is that, I don't think however interesting it is, I'll want to find out.

Two more weeks here. Yay!!!