Vroom Vroom, Children & 80s' Television...

Kids like me didn't even have the time to salivate much less chew our food...!

There's a bunch of men out there today, who didn't watch a lot of Sesame Street or Thundercats growing up, I'm guilty as charged. I've always been a huge fan of the famous American Muscle Cars. They don't take the cherry though, cause that spot is reserved for the Prancing Horses but they do come a close second. For a very long time when I was growing up I used to love this car; the Ford Capri. To those above the age of 30 will remember this show on TV called 'Hunter'. Where Sgt. Rick Hunter (or was it detective) was seen in various of the Amerian Muscle Cars; the Dodge Monaco, the Chevy Impala and a one Ford Capri. I'm pretty sure my fetish for the American Muscle started there. I wanted to be Sgt. Rick Hunter so badly and I wanted my very own Ford Capri. I of course didn't know how to tongue the women like Sgt. Rick Hunter though but I sure did learn in the after years!

The Ford Capri was the only matchbox car I cried for when I first went to Toys "R" Us (that's an experience I've never gotten out of my system). Probably a few years later, when I finally got the 1985 Car Buyers Guide and I understood what all those abbreviations under the car performance tablet meant, I found out that the Ford Capri wasn't the best Ford ever made! There was another Ford that made this car look like a supermarket trolley. I was shocked, I was disappointed, I cried like a baby and like every other little spoiled brat, I forgot all about the Ford Capri in no time and latched on to the new and faster Ford.... The Ford GT!! Even though the Ford GT was built a good two decades before the Ford Capri, I didn't know that at the time nor did I cared much anyways...! You'll understand why in 6 and a half minutes time;



There wasn't a car that sounded like the Ford GT, there wasn't a car that looked like the Ford GT. To be quite honest, when my uncles were talking about their Toyota Corolla, I was bragging about 'my' Ford GT. Mind you, I was only either a 4 or 5 wet-snort brat. But I knew that one day I'd own a Ford GT. Of course all that changed when TV2 aired another series called 'Heartcastle & McCormick'. Now here was a car that made the Ford GT look like it was a tricycle ON TRAINING WHEELS... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Coyote. A lot of people may not know this but the Coyote was actually not a very impressive car only that it looked like a spaceship. And what kid wouldn't like to own a car that looked like it was a blend of a Touring bred car and Star Trek.

And we all know better than life itself what happened in 1985? The airing of the king of all cars, the only car that made television history and the one car that got kids AND even grown ass men all over the world, no matter what color... talking into their watches; Kitt!

Later in 1985, I watched my first Grand Prix. We'll leave that story for another day, shall we? Too much exhaust fumes in my brains now!

Some Things Don't Change

Breakfast in Petaling Street is best served when you skip assembly period and sneak back in without getting caught. Movies have never been better than the screening at Rex Theater. And wandering in Lot10 after school till about 3pm before catching that Bas Mini back home will always have a special spot in our hearts...

Even though we've become fathers and god fathers receptively, I thoroughly enjoyed my Chili Pan Mee last weekend. We then headed down to Low Yatt and Lot10. God, I haven't been down this lane in a long long time. One thing hasn't changed though; I was still the only Indian patron in Lot10. The other Indians were cashiers and promoters and I'm not saying this with any tinge of pride at all but alas, it is the obvious. Of course me and Papa Ric just laughed and carried on ogling that woman with the huge tits...

What Is Wrong With Us?

You take away someone's parking spot and I tell you, you won't hear the last of it. They'll bitch about it till the day they die. By some mistake if at the end of the month someone's paycheck is less by even 1 Ringgit, they'll ride the finance departments ass till they get it. If someone was rude to them in a restaurant where they were patrons, they will write letters, talk to the press, write bad reviews about the restaurant, even boycott and go picketing against the restaurant.

BUT....

We read about animal cruelty in the papers almost every other week. We hear about animal cruelty from a friend almost everyday. Videos, blogs and other post off animals being subjected to cruelty are up on the internet almost every hour, but only a handful of people are riled up about it. Why? Aren't our furry neighbors important enough to us to even kick up a fuss? Are we that busy fighting restaurant managers and people who rudely bump into us in the elevator that we can't even spend 5 minutes of our time to care about these victims here? What is wrong with us? It is a fundamental question that we need to be asking ourselves... I'm not asking everyone to pick up a weapon and go at it, I'm not even asking everyone to write letters or complaint to the authorities. I'm only asking you to start feeling the rage inside of you that this is wrong. It is because we are so busy trying to win the rat race we've become so tolerant about things around us that we've started to ignore everything that doesn't bother us. Nature will prosper without our presence but we will vanish off the face of this earth without nature. This is the big picture and we're not seeing it. Hey, I'm no saint. I drink bottled water everyday, it is something that I've realized over the last couple of weeks. I am a contributor to the worsened situation too. I do smack the house fly that crosses me wrongly and I eat as much meat as the next guy. I'm not going to go all vegan on the situation, nor start taking extreme measures but I have started feeling that what has been happening around us is wrong. And I'm asking everyone else to start feeling that way too. Or else, come the future there just won't be anything left for us to feel about.

The Heart Of A Fool Is In His Mouth...

...But the mouth of a wise man is in his heart. To watch an idiot bring an adolescent python into a club tells me that fools will find new ways to make a fool out of himself!

This was on Halloween, at the Rainforest Sports Bar @ Pavilion Kuala Lumpur. Now I'm always not a fan of people mistreating animals. I know technically they weren't harming that poor little snake but a smart person would have known that snakes, don't have ears, they pick up on vibrations. The tiny steps of a little mouse, sends a tingle up their vibrations senses and the snake knows that there is a mouse near by. Have you felt the vibrations coming from the 20 very strategically placed speakers in a club before? Now imagine how confused and off his senses would that little snake feel? I felt like smacking that dumb idiot in the face until I found out that the snake didn't belong to this idiot, instead it belonged to the DJ of Rainforest Sports Bar.

Corporations who run a business need to run it with a certain code of ethics, cause let's face it, without ethics; you're just a bunch of crooks. A much more responsible manager would have told that DJ of his, to take the snake home. But of course, in the spirit of fun everything is tolerated. A snake in the club gives it an exotic look. People want to come up to the DJ and say 'wooooo...' and take a picture with the snake. It's a business opportunity! Please, don't do something like this at the expense of another living creature, please run your businesses with a conscience. Imagine if someone dragged you to a place that made you feel uncomfortable just cause it'll make them look cool. I bet you wouldn't like it.

I'm just one person, but I feel a place that takes it's name after a natural place like Rainforest is just being hypocritical when they don't take responsibility for when something like this happens! A snake may it be a pet, does not belong in a club, period! Stop exploiting that poor creature. The DJ needs to be a much more responsible pet owner and Rainforest Sports Bar needs to ensure that these things don't repeat itself.

Lotus Will Never Be Proton

My passion for motorsports is urging me to regurgitate dinner after hearing that Proton is still adamant that Lotus Racing F1 team cannot use the name Lotus because they own it. If you want to really stand up for something, how about stop copying other car manufacturers. Be original you shameless bunch of pricks. My patriotism for this country stops at just learning the words to 'Negaraku'.

When I was in England, the professors in uni had a name for us Malaysians; Cut and Paste Experts. Are we not ashamed of this? I read an article today in the papers about how we Malaysian don't strive to do better anymore but instead we always seem to have the 'tidak apa' attitude. Quantify that with the millions the goverment has invested in Proton and you get the biggest 'Tidak apa-apa' in my opinion. I have no respect for the board of directors in Proton because they have no pride nor passion for cars at all. After 25 years in the industry and they're still copying! But the bigots have the face or thick skin to claim Lotus shouldn't be used in a racing team. It is clear and obvious they don't know the history of Lotus.

A Feel Good Story

Once in awhile you stumble upon a story that just makes you feel; there is hope for this world after all. Three weeks ago one such story happened while at the adoption rally. A family with a special child walked in and showed interest in adopting a dog. When we watched that child form a bond with one of the puppies it carried an echo for humanities future when preserving nature. One of the most profound things I've ever heard on TV is (give or take a few words);

"Of all the species on planet earth, what is our purpose? Perhaps we were put here because we are the one species that can make a difference..."

And perhaps, we can!

Hulk Smash Sao Pole'o

Every time it pours in Sao Paolo, we get a cracker of a race. But who would have thought we see The Hulk kick names like Vettel, Alonso and Webber out of pole position. It's the end of the season and I think now is a good as any time to speak about Formula One.

During yesterday's qualifying session we heard the commentator say that the Ferrari's have had one advantage the whole season long and that's that they conserve their tyres really well during the course of the race. And if you think about it; Ferraris overall were NEVER conservative with tyres. Since the early days till the mid 90s. Which then makes it obvious that today the Ferrari we see is a product of the Michael Schumacher stamp, that's the way he drives, he looks out for his tyres all the time which was plain and simple but the key to his success and Ferrari... hats off to them to have brought this methodology forward till today.

My disappointment yesterday was to see Massa so mundane in qualifying. He was demonic fast a few seasons back. There wasn't anyone who came near to the way he took the last few corners and head tothe finishing lines. But yesterday the old and struggling Schumacher out qualified him. While Alonso was battling it out with the RedBulls, Massa couldn't even be top 5.

I'm so riled up to see if The Hulk can tow the line tomorrow. Although my bet is on Alonso spoiling the Samba party for the Redbulls...

A Story Of Grown Ups

The new talk in town is 'who is getting knocked up' or 'who just popped'. And to imagine just a few years ago it was 'who just got hitched'. It is the traditional thing to do after all; go to school, go to college. get a job, get married, get station-wagon, then have kids. It is expected of you from the community, your social surroundings. You know the saying; Everyone is doing it..

I was recently at a Fullmoon party. Now if don't know what it is, it's a celebration after a child becomes a month old and it is celebrated by the Chinese. Anyway back to my story, so at the party it got me to realize when I realize, here is a bunch of boys I grew up with and I know these fellows, all of them are a bunch of clowns. Never a dull moment when they're around. All of them have grown up. To hear them speak about pregnancy and the house loan and how much pampers cost is truly an eye opener. These boys have become men...

Gone are the days when we were talking about fast cars and chicks. Now here is where the complication begins; am I the type to follow the traditional way? Get married have a few kids? For a very long time I didn't even believe in the institution of marriage. And I still kinda hate children. I think they're annoying and so NOT cute. Time will tell...

Spammers...

Of all the spam mails I've received; this takes the cake!

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