Annoy me more. Thank you.

As I've realized Anne's blog is more image based, this is where I come in. That's what I'm here for.

For those of you who wish to surprise Anne, trust me, it's easy. You see, the problem, or rather an amazing quality of Anne is that she pretty much believes what you tell her (or at least what I tell her). So all I need to do is tell her that I can't make it to see her (or somewhere along that line), and you just show up. Isn't that right sayang? LOL

Last week I was held up in a traffic congestion which took me an agonizing one and a half hour to propagate a distance of 6km (For those of you who know me, this is an extreme contrast to my driving, given how swift I drive). So obviously this isn't my idea of idealism. Not at all, as I soon found out. I was rushing to see Anne at Lake Club and I was from home. It was during rush hour, on a Friday evening, topped with heavy rain, stupid drivers who has just returned from school holidays. Thank you sir and madams who made my simple trip to lake club all that more exciting.

Given how many cars there are on the road now, seriously, people of authority, do something about it. We do not have enough parking lots. One place without exception is Sunway. If you're going to have so many students drive, give us more parking! If there's no parking, all we do is go round and round looking for spot (partly because we're not willing to settle for a spot further away). Frankly, I can't think of a more dumb purpose to drive a car than to find a place to stop it. Subang, you're no exception. 

And when I do find a proper parking spot in SJMC (and not by the houses), I get rewarded. With a pretty scratch on my pretty car. 

Dear Car Scratcher,

As you'd soon realise, the car you've just scratched is not a silver MyVi (with lots of                 scratches which you could contribute to). Instead, it was a pretty red Gen 2 which is washed         everyday. (You daft moron!)

Anyway, to you Car Scratcher, pull the thing out from between your legs and strap on a pair of balls. Be a man and leave a note apologizing. I'm not even asking you to pay for it anyway. Some people can be that coward. 

We took for granted dad's remission from cancer. It's only too late when it's really too late. Everyone read 'Tuesday's With Morrie' for a reason. And I was no exception. What I read, I see it happening to dad. But the only difference is I'm 'in the book' now. And I don't want the book to end. Though I know it will end someday. It happens at an instant, as it was to an aunt of one of my friends. Conclusion: cancer (the disease, not people with that astrological sign) kills. It has no mercy, it leaves no one behind. Insya Allah, dad will slowly recover and maintain what's left of his liver, though he has an incurable liver. As the doctor says, let's salvage what we can.

Please continue praying for my dad.

PC