driving lesson #1

traditions. im sick of them. what your mom tells you about old sayings, a waste of brain space that's how fond i think of it.

i dont believe in fate. sometimes i think, i do. but most times i'll end up believing its the works of my own hands. like you know, steering. on survival instincts we drive to our destination of choice. and aligned to malaysia's bumpy road we can connect that to our own lives where we fall into endless potholes. leaving behind scars that will, well, scar you for life. end of the day its always up to you. how you manage the whole drama/potholes.

do you burst out in anger? do you cry in a corner? do you call for help? do you calmly rationalize? its not fate. its never fate.

its you.

because a decision will lead to action then to result and the result depends on the action which depended on the decision.

and the result will lead to another situation leading to another need of a decision.

do you whine? then continue?
or do you believe in yourself and continue?

because i think, if you believe in fate,

you most probably will whine.

i have no tolerance of free-riders. on the road i imagine them as the person who is in the passenger seat of a really nice car, pretending to own the car. looks at you with chow kit shades on smirking like,

"hey look at me and ha-ha look at you"

when in reality these people haven't got a clue what their life is about, bums around in a bubble pretending everything's A-OK and believe religiously the world revolves around them. it boils down to the feeling of responsibility really, and treating other people nicely if they deserve it. but if they didnt pass that, i wonder how far along until they get a ticket. or how many already they've collected.

but what can i say? just one of the potholes in life.

you either brace yourself or swerve to the right hoping you wont be roadkill because of some idiot.