Poem I - Those Drunk Bastards

I don't know why, but at times, I have a knack for typing down "poems" - they're more Dr Seuss' nursery rhymes if he's on acid or any other hallucinogen - at arbitrary moments. I'm not trying to gloat because they're not that good anyway, but I hate to see them forgotten in time, & since I've spent a reasonable amount of time typing them, I might as well share it with others.

My first ever so-called poem was written to describe one particular night of August 2013, where I was driving my car with my mom beside me & we had almost hit some a-holes who were walking in the middle of the road.

Twas a time of Friday night,

Driving I was and mother by my side,

Five silhouette figures abruptly were on sight,

On the middle of the road that was ever so bright.

“Bloody Hell!,” I yelled, I gasped, I cried,

Honking my horn with a full-blown might,

Middle finger was raised with an utmost pride,

One yelled ‘WHOI!!!” provoking a fight.

Clearly rude, drunk and unimpressed,

A good excuse for booze and protest,

They’re not poor or shabbily dressed,

Back from a drinking party, a so-called success.

Rolling down the window while the car’s still revving,

Yelling, “Mother******, watch where you’re going!!!”

Temperature’s rising, anger’s fueling, heart’s burning,

She patiently said, “Enough. Just keep on moving.”

I observed my mother’s facial expression,

A strong emotion of sad and disappointment,

It wasn’t with the community in the godforsaken island,

It was me, my action and my appalling aggression.

The same reaction that most guys would give after jacking off

I still don't know what drove me (pun intented) to type this down. I mean, I could've played some video games, listened to some songs, written sentence or two on Facebook, or whatever keeps a man calm (I still regret not hitting one of them with my car). Well, at least I channelled that anger & hatred into something aesthetic & I'm damn sure as hell am satisfied & proud of myself.

If only it transforms me into this guy.

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India : Arrival

I apologise for the late update as I've been busy since I got here. Where? India, the Land of Spices (I just made that up). I departed from Malaysia on the 25th of October 2014 at 10 a.m. (Malaysia time) from Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA) on Malaysia Airlines MH 104 & I arrived at the Bengalore International Airpot at 11:15 a.m., India time; so the trip lasted for about approximately 3 hours & 45 minutes.

What kind of place is called Male? A haven for homosexuals & lonely spinsters? *books flight*

Considering that was my first time on a freaking plane (Fcuk yeah!!!) & my first ride travelling  overseas, everything was a new experience for me; the seat, the food, the air conditioner, the air stewardess (unless they're not virgins, I think I... yeah, I'll stop here) - everything is new!   

Then again, the pilot started the engine & I shat myself.

Even the Coke they served me on the plane tasted different. I sat on the left side of the plane between a colleague of mine & a local, who just happened to be on a 1-week holiday from working in Singapore. Why in the blue hell am I mentioning this? I have no idea. Perhaps this paragraph is too short.

Fortunately, it wasn't this piece of shit.

I stayed at a hotel in the airport for about 4 hours before leaving Bangalore at 6:00 p.m. on a SpiceJet all the way to Belgaum, my final destination. The hotel stay was pleasant & I didn't have to share my room. I got to admit, before I got here, I have always look down on India. It wasn't my intention to resume my degree in medicine in India as I have always viewed the country as inferior to mine. As always, God did his way of hitting my head with a metaphorical guitar to crack my skull open, open my eyes & prove me wrong. (to be discussed more later)

If a group of women in saris can send a spacecraft to Mars, anything is possible.

Except for the currency & the lack of Chinese pacing around for every 1m radius, India is not much different from Malaysia. At the Bengalore airport, I was escorted (not that kind of escort, you perv!) by a young man (stop it you dirty-minded SOB) who I was sure I thought was a Malay. I found out he was from Tibet, a Tibetan if I may, *adjusts monicle* & he told me that he was brought up in India & has been staying there ever since. He also told me that there are quite a number of Tibetans & Nepalese here in India & their figure is quite large if it wasn't for India's huge population.

Native American + Chinese = Tibetan

If it helps, this lady is fully awake & is not on cannabis.

Sorry, I have a tendency to get sidetracked easily. So, I departed from Bangalore at 6:00 p.m. & arrived in Belgaum at about 7:30 p.m.. The plane was supposed to land after 1 hour of flight but for reasons unknown, it kept going round & round before eventually landing. 

Damn it, George keep your eyes forward! How are we suppose to not crash this plane!

At 8:00 p.m. we (yea, I didn't fly the whole trip alone) were greeted by our seniors & rode a bus all the way to USM-KLE, my new university. If my memory serves me right, we arrived at 8:30 p.m., just in time for dinner. My first thought of Belgaum was not of home or the locals, it was the weather. It just rained that night & good God it was cold. It wasn't freezing but coming from Malaysia - where your ass sweats like a nervous coal miner by just sitting down for a few minutes - it was very chilly.

You don't know what hell is until you try to balance the water for showering.

I think that's all from me for now. I was supposed to arrive here in India 2 weeks earlier but due to a series of unfortunate circumstances with a teaspoon of assholic people/friends in the mix, I arrived here later than expected. Hence, I am still far behind & have a lot of catching up to do with my syllabus, which explains why it took me a while to update my blog. Whatever it was, I'm grateful that I have arrived here safely & I'm morr grateful for you to spend your time reading this entry. Over & out.

Here's a digital cookie. Now fcuk off.

Just kidding, but seriously, go do something productive. *winks*

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