- Quote of the week -

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Quote of the week :  You can only run so far in life, It only matters when you stop running.

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BLACK FURY !!!

Im just at a lost of words when I saw this two huge words printed at the front of an energy drink can.

BLACK FURY

Sense any racist joke coming ?

Anyways, My friend Yap was selling this as part of his “project” in his college  and it happens that he decided to sell come directly to me . So I bought 4 cans of this energy drink because I found it actually quite hilarious !

As usual- near the weekend , I will hangout with the boys (John , Matt and Yap) and always try to do something silly and fun disregarding of the people around us :D

Cuz thats how we roll ~

We don’t give a hoot to anyone and just have PURE fun .

We started wearing a red safety helmet in the car and greet the driver in the car next to us whenever we stop the car :D

Then we got the energy drinks and started yelling “Black Fury” !!! in the neighborhood through the car window .

We were so crazy , we started making an advert for this “interesting” energy drink. I swear he did all this before drinking.

Here is the vid , Enjoy !

SERIOUSLY … This product needs some SERIOUS Re-branding !!!

Despite the name , it actually tasted not that bad .. it taste like the FURY OF A MILLION BLACK PEOPLE !!!!! (see what I mean ?) , but it did keep us crazy for the next 2 hours !! this is GOOD STUFF !

Coming soon … WHITE FURY !!!!

 

Energy Drinks are good-tasting-ecstasy.

 

-Saruchan-

 

 

Everytime when I come back home , this is what I always look forward to.

Breathe

How long was it since I last updated this blog ?

9 months ago ?? WOW !  I can certainly guarantee that there are LOADS of things to be updated !! and since I’m in a club ( possible spoiler) I have all sorts of events that I participated – DAMN IT WAS FUN !

 

Why the sudden urge to blog again ? there is only 3 things .

  1. My college friends started following me on my blog
  2. I’m now in control of my own LAN connection (improved speed) – I blog mighty fast now !
  3. There was many new things that made me grew in terms on maturity

I always hate it , everytime I go off from this blog like some long-term vacation .. when I come back , it seemed as if I’m starting all over again . Starting all over again is better because it makes me new and different from the past.

New is good right ?

However, I’ve always like to come back here and give you people a BIG BIG BIG  HUG !

the Saruchantv – youtube page is also updated with the lastest video I have edited ! check it out !

 

Now its getting kinda late, so I will catch some snooze and update you guys tomorrow !

PEACE OUT !

 

-Saruchan-

Experience Of Riding A KTM Commuter And LRT

In my experience in ridding a Malaysian Commuter and LRT  is like ..

Being A Part-time Pole Dancer :

It just so happens that there is a few poles lined up in the commuter train where you will have to grab hold on to it so that you can prevent yourself from tripping and falling or bumping into other people while you stand if there is no seats. To the engineer’s entertainment , the poles are placed infront a row of seats infront and at the back of you , so when you stand , you feel like some effing pole dancer. Not to forget those kinky “rubber straps” for you to swing about.

Going Through A Group Date :

The seats are made in such a way that when you seat next to a person , you will definitely brush against the person who is seating next to you and you are so close that ur shoulders rub against theirs, in addition , all the seats will make you face another person infront of you.

Being A Hunter :

If you are traveling long distance , the moment someone leaves a seat , your eyes will automatically dart towards that empty seat. Having an empty seat in a commuter is a blessing.

Having Free Slim Wrap Sessions :

The KTM is always filled with people , squeezing inside might get you to loose some Kg’s

Worst Thing That Happened To Me During Peak Hours :

It just so happened that the Commuter train slowed down and stopped one station before my drop off point. Everyone in the  coach sat/stand in there for 30 minutes  like some dumbfounded crowed – waiting for the door to close and move  to the next major station . After 30 minutes has passed , there was an announcement through the speakers telling us that the KTM has spoiled.

The AGONY !!! wasted 30 minutes for nothing!!! .. Everyone got out and the crowd is filling the platform until there was only 3 quarters left of walking-breathable space.

We waited for the next KTM train to come which took about 10 minutes . When it came, everyone rushed and crammed at the waiting line .

I dont really know if the person driving the KTM is trying to make a fool of us , because the KTM went backward and forward for 5 minutes and caused the crowd waiting at the doors to move with the KTM back and forth like idiots . After 5 minutes of “line dancing” the KTM did not open it’s doors and went away … leaving the 100+ of passengers disappointed.

We waited again for 20 minutes for the next KTM .

This time a KTM came, but it is the OLD version that has one sided doors for each coach !! DAMMIIT !!!! so imagine about 50+ people on each side try to fit in a single traffic door !!

Lucky I was near the front of the crowd .. then it came … GAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! I was squished and raped from all directions…

For the next 15 minutes , Thank goodness it was only one station away  .. but it felt like ages !! because I was STUCK IN A COACH FULL OF GUYS !!!!!!!!!!! ONLY GUYS . Disappointing no?

THE SMELL was soooo bad , it made my eyes watered and everyone was squished up like sardines !! there was limited spaces to hold on to something.. so when the KTM comes to a halt or shakes.. you will end up bumping into someone or stepping on their feet.

When I got out of the KTM .. I think nearly most of my skin is no longer a virgin and has been touched by races across the world..unintentionally.

WOW ~~ Talk about GLOBALIZATION !! O.O”"

I’am proud to say that  I SURVIVED THIS SHIT !

Acting A Part In A Horror Movie :

There was once I was at the KTM station at 11 night . Amazingly , the station still has a few living souls(I can even count with my fingers) waiting and sitting by the bench .

The light was really dim , and only one person sit on each bench with their faces all dimmed out .

I stood there for 20 minutes for the next KTM to come and suddenly few of the lights went out !!! I did not freak out , but I made sure that those few “Living souls/people”  remains quite a distance away from me.

Finally the KTM came , Bloody-hellll …. it is the old one again … with one door , but I dont have to get squished this time.

While sitting in the KTM .. there was quite a number of people .. and they all look very tired-suspicious and rugged looking .

Suddenly , the KTM came to a sudden halt and all of the lights went out !!!!! everyone sat in silence with their handphones illuminating the darkness , while I sat with fist clenched , waiting for movements.

Lights was turned back on and the KTM starts to move again , my eyes searched frantically of any missing person that was sitting infront  or beside me . Yes.. I know , I also pay close attention to who is sitting near me and also the amount in one coach . What ..? its late at night , I’m not going to take risk.

I got out and faster made haste for the next interchange… PHEW… freaky.

I got to thank my friend Christopher for being so concerned, he made sure that I was back home safely by monitoring his phone-telling him whether I reached the interchange or not ,  and he ask me to give him a secondary contact in case anything happens.

I tell him , ” By 12:00 midnight , If I dont sms/call you , keep on calling my phone until I pick up , If you cant get me – Immediately call the secondary number(My sis/mom/home number) and get help.”  .. So by 12:00 I must tell him that I’am “OK”  . I really suggest people who are traveling near midnight or late at night , it is advisable to have a friend that monitors your movement .

I know I’m a guy and I have to be macho and all that .. but this world is filled with sick-psycho people , If you want to live longer and survive. Take precautions even if you are big and strong -Don’t be stupid.

Going Through A Mourning Session :

Whats with the atmosphere is public transport ?? , everyone just seem so moody with their upside-down smiles… and frowns. With their combined moody-ness that stank the whole atmosphere with constant moody feelings .. it made me moody somehow.

If friends are with me , things tend to be different because we might me the only “jakuns” smiling and laughing  or chatting.

End.

There is actually alot more of things that I could write up here because if you take the KTM/LRT or public transport often , you can observe alot of funny things.

Want to know more? take public transport..

But after reading this blog post , I dont think you want to step into one at all ..

The only good thing is that it is EXTREMELY cheap to travel long distance using public transport , compared to personal vehicles.

-Saruchan-

Times Of Being A Workaholic

Today , I’m not going to start with the typical reasons why I have not been blogging or updating my blog for a long time which feels as if several white elephants have just passed away and was buried deep within the ground.

Perhaps this time I will start with a real honest answer of why I have been away for so long and I will try my best not to say that “I will try my best to update”. Well, I did not meant that most of the time I have not been totally honest or so . I’am !!! its just that its complicated.

Quitting  on blogging ? Hah , No way ! I’ve came too far to turn back . You people out there has been with me for 3 solid years !  and I’m not looking for retirement.

Want a quick summary of why I have been away from the blog ? Easy , I have been overwhelmed by work and someone is my house is being a douche.

Its true that I’am certainly overwhelmed by work . College and C.I.M is Crazy !!! I have been working my ass off  and being the “lucky” students of May intake  has made us all put our studying skills on overdrive because of the cramming to finish the syllabus before the next intake.

I have been so busy , that I only have Sundays to see my friends or even catch a breather.

The reason why I can blog now , is because I have just finished my finals and having a sem break for 3 weeks !! OH !! THE GLORY !!!

I know its a little bit too late to say that I have finally realized that planning a day out with friends is really difficult to a stage that its mere impossible to have a trip to anywhere . All my friends has different intakes , different sem break, different timing, different schedule , different activities, and so many things I have to take into account before even make a decision to initiate the plan . Everyone is just too busy ..

I have to admit , day by day I miss my old friends so badly .. I feel as if I cant find another reason to live . I just kept thinking and thinking about them everyday as if they are there with me in my mind , heart and soul .

Everyone keep on telling  that “At least you still have your family” .. everytime that annoying sentence was brought up , my inner demon and angel suddenly work together to put up a sentence to say “BULLSHIT , my friends ARE my family” .. and they are written in neon lights.

I’m not saying that my birth family is not important , its just that what I’am now is basically molded by my friends .Like the saying that “A child upbringing by parents are  the most important thing of growing up” .. I do have parents , just that the whole upbringing part are by my friends. They thought me how to behave and respect . Learning from mistakes is the hard part for me .. because I have to always run into a series of mistakes without any guide and having to stand up again stronger and more experienced in friendship.

Take the cartoon movie TARZAN for example , he is definitely human  but he is being brought up in the jungle by apes- not knowing who his real parents are so Tarzan acts and behave like an animal from the jungle. Tarzan would love his human parents , but he knows that he is not brought up by them.

I’m kinda like that , except I dont wear a small piece of cloth around my crotch and I dont live in a jungle.

Curious on how I feel all the time? BAHH!! Obviously YOU DONT !! but since you just read about 569+ words. Why not right ?

The feeling is like :

Lets just take someone you care and love that person so much , that you will throw your whole life away just for that person . Then take that special person and put him/her in an empty island far far away from you . Every once a month you can only have one day to be with this special person , then that special person has to go back to that place again . During that 29 days of being apart, you will feel that sick annoying feeling in your guts that you have to hear ,touch and feel that person and will do anything to find  that person .Its like only able to see ur parents once a month.

I learned a lesson that “When you love someone , every second counts”.

Want to know my entire history ? Please find me and have a cup of coffee with me.

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Its just so funny that everytime when I bring up a topic about friendship , I would write a whole essay about it . I think you all must be saying ” OH…THERE HE GOES AGAIN!!!!~~~ ” …  (laugh) . I sincerely apologize for those deep messages .

Anyways …. I’m so glad that my friend “Jiun” has taken the initiative to blog !! thanks for the encouragement of my C.I.M lecturer Jecky . I believe that blogging will help improve your writing capabilities , which I think its important that it implies into examination.

I wish him all the best !

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Blogging today has been great ! as for now , I will take my leave and come back with more OSOM stuff !

“OSOM ” ? ain’t that like bimbo language ??? .. what-eva ~

(laughs) See you peeps !

-Saruchan-

signing off !

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