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Finally this blog is up and running again. I had a hard time getting used to the features in blogspot.com. It was like changing from driving a car to piloting a modern aircraft. So many unnecesary things! Talking about driving, I’ve been encountering a ton of reckless and utterly stupid drivers lately. This week alone, I almost got involved in two accidents because some jerk-freak decided that it was cool to shoot past red lights. Others were relatively minor; they caused more frustration than harm. Giving it a thought, I discovered some of the traits that only a special breed of drivers possess. Here, I’ve classified them into a few groups:

1. The Speed Freak. As the name suggests, this driver loves lives to speed. Most likely seen driving the very humble Kancil with a not so humble exhaust pipe(s). Especially loves to speed in quiet residential areas so as to allow force its residents to experience the "solid sound" of its modified exhaust that he emptied his life savings upon. Loves to rev the engine at traffic lights, junctions, etc. Usually accompanied by loud fusion music and lighted ‘water sprays’ (the two little knobs that splash water on the windscreen), rarer species has neon bulbs affixed to the bottom.
2. The Ass-sniffer. A less common species compared to the Speed Freak, though you can still see them without much effort. Has a passion for tailgating vehicles. Usually seen driving all-terrain vehicles like Land Rovers and 4WDs. Most commonly seen are Storms. Smaller vehicles are more likely to trigger its addiction. Will loom large behind the vehicle in front, blocking (totally) his rear view. Has an impairment in terms of following the flow of traffic; loves to grunt honk.
3. The Ass-sniffer wannabe. This driver typically behaves the same, just that the vehicle differ. High possibility of spotting one driving the Kancil, Kelisa, or the Hashback Saga/Wira.
4. The Zig-zagging Red Light Braker. A close relative of the Ass-sniffer, this driver has a tendency to cut in and out of traffic; will usually brake hard behind a vehicle, swerve out, swerve in, and rinse and repeat. Does not seem to know what signal lights are for. Very, very in favour of accelerating and overtaking cars who are slowing down near a red light. Will slam on the brakes 1.5 metres before the boundary, coming to a screeching halt. Dizzy housefly equivalent. Car usually littered with scratches and dents.
5. The Expensive Turtle. You better have patience for this one. Seen usually in BMs, Mercedes and other expensive cars. Drives extremely slowly on the middle of the road, sometimes the fast lane. Rarely seen on the left lane. Highest Turtle speed recorded was 37km/h on a main road. Slows down when honked. Driver very likely to be seen talking over his mobile. Very reluctant in moving past a green light; will slow down. If stationary, will leave a gap of no less than 30 metres between itself and vehicle in front before reluctantly tapping on the gas pedal.
6. The Cheap Turtle. Similar behaviour, and like the Ass-sniffer wannabe, only the vehicle differ. Most commonly seen driving past 15-year old cars.
7. The Confused Driver. Usually has hyperactive monkeys kids in the car. Turns left to a right signal, and vice versa. Loves to make last-minute decisions; very likely to recklessly cut lanes. Triggers about 80% of the honk-wars in the world.
8. The Poor Bastard. The most egoistic and arrogant of all, this driver can be a mix of any of the species above. Very likely to break traffic rules. Wears sunglasses while driving at night. Has total disregard for the seatbelt, and very likely to be seen pleading to the traffic police for second second second second chances and such. Car compartment usually littered with summonses.

Driving was fun before I got my license.

Forget about hear-a-pin-drop silence in libraries. The library that I go to is filled with restless abominations mindless fools beings. Take today for example. I went in, glad that the parking lot was almost empty. Peace at last, I thought. Yeah right. Before I got to even close the heavy glass doors, I already heard the giggles of like-minded jerks who find everything, from the doorknob to the computer tables, funny. Nevermind, I’ll go up. Upstairs, I was greeted by yet another wave of jerk-idiots who randomly jumped tables to join their band of clowns in the quest of looking like retards, and retard-laughing retardedly like retarded retards. And these bunch of rotten buffalo balls were, to say the least, 17 years of age. Imagine them running around and giggling at sweet wrappers and dustbin lids. The funny thing is, they gave themselves the Shhhhh and proceeded to laugh at it as though it was as funny as seeing their very fat girlfriends slip, fall and burst into a messy pile of stinking fat and oil. Yeah, that would be funny.

This already-hopeless situation was worsened by the fact that an ignorant fool happened to be the librarian. I went in and saw him talking over the phone. That horny smile on his face told me that the other person on the line was female. He was, or chose to be, oblivious to all the racket those chimps were causing. I knew talking to him would be pointless because he was on the phone with Miss Oh-so-Impotent Important. I would just get the Arnold’s "Talk to the hand" reply. Anyway, I passed by the lobby two and a half hours later - to find him still staring blankly at the wall with that same idiotic grin on his face. Man, he was the PERFARKINGFECT model of a vegetable, in the context of a retard. He didn’t even budge. I hope he forgets to breathe and dies. Then hopefully the administration will hire a more competent worker rather than a stinking vegetable-cum-fly attracticon.

Frankly, those guys were lucky I was doing mathematics. When I am doing mathematics, I am oblivious to the outside world becauseIamtrappedinPlanetFrustration. Otherwise, I would’ve… done nothing to them because they might poke me with their Swiss Army knives and I would die. I can’t die when I still have so many responsibilities - about 8 Playstation 2 games and more than 10 PC games to catch up with and finish. I just got this really cool game today. It was After my exams, of course.

My examinations draw closer each day. I look around in class to see almost everyone’s faces buried in their books. It is saddening that my preparations hasn’t been top-notch, and even more so that my comfort comes only from putting my thoughts into these words, here, and not from the confidence that I can do well. The glint of hope in my parents’ eyes seem to diminish by each passing day, and there will be a point where whatever little hope left in them is gone - and I will only be remembered as a failure. I will only spend my days in regret, loathing my very existence, should I fail to live up to their expectations.

I cannot afford to let that happen.