Lazy days flow by

This slithery lizard darts about on the jungle floor and feed on tiny insects, but gets fed on in turn by the monkeys and larger birds in the park.

This jungle fowl is call crested fireback, and is a common sight in tropical jungle.

Colourful caterpillars crawls along the jungle floor of Kubah National Park. This one is at least six inches long.

A self-help book sums this up as its title. 30 seconds only is all you have to get your message across. If you do not catch his attention within this brief time frame, you lost him. Period.

The message is simple, if you want to communicate with your listener, string your words or sentences in the most powerful, simple and direct yet attention catching way, all in thirty seconds. so that once his attention is grabbed, you can proceed to continue from there. The first 30 seconds is the crucial part. this is especially true for telemarketers and cold call salepeople. A boring start, a hesitation, a stall, are all you need to get a “thanks but no thanks”

I know this blog is kinda slow, but I couldnt help it as I was afflicted with a malaise common among bloggers and its call the Lazy Momentum Syndrome. Its not a contagious disease, but grows out of one’s psyche once inaction sets in.

Basically, it spread like this: You just finished a blog which you are pretty smug about, and is thinking of repeating the feat, only you want it to be better. Two hours later, you are still watching Shakira jiggling her hip in YouTube. Two days later, you’re entangled in a flaming war in a religious chat room in Yahoo Messenger. Two weeks later, you dont even remember you’re suppose to write. Two months later, you suddenly remember! That’s how it happen.

Actually in between those times, there were so many occations in which I had the winning phrases I wanted to put in writings, when I was driving or sitting on the porcelian throne in the morning. If only I have a recorder then, this blog would be much longer. For the time being, this is what I have to offer. Bye, I’m off to YouTube now, see you in two months time.

The other day when I was minding my own business driving on a straight stretch of highway, sudden from out of no-where, two Evel Knievel wannabes zoomed pass me with one wheel in the air, the classic pose and signature antics of the Mat Rempits. I was shaken but thanks to my 30 yrs experience in driving, I recovered my composure and blare my horn in a reflex action.  Now in good ol’ Malaysia, a horn is something you dont use on another road user, its for scaring the dogs and cats off the driveway, and calling your wife to hurry up because you’re late. On another road user, its just like telling him to piss off. Which was why the pillion riding daredevil gave me the middle finger as they zipped off. They were probably late for the glue smelling session with their cronies, which explained why they didnt stop me to give me a closer look at his offending finger.

I thought the Mat Rempit phenomenon was a passing fad and soon everything should cool down. How wrong I was that afternoon. I believe some of you may have the misfortune of encountering these highway hoodlums and even killed one or two running over them in an accident. But the sad state of affair of this issue is that Mat Rempits are here to stay, whether you like it or not. Unless the government come ban motor bikes outright, which is impossible as trying to ban Malaysian eating nasi lemak because is bad for your health. So we are left with no choice but to be unwilling spectators of these unlicenced stuntmen.

But couldnt we do something? Couldnt the govt do something? Like getting them to do their act in a no-hold-barred race in the Sepang Circuit, so that they can maim themselves (and live to regret for the rest of their miserable lives), or get some Hollywood Stuntmen Guild to organise a recruitment drive here and exile them off to sunny California. This will also increase the Gross National Produce of Malaysia. Which is much better than enrolling them as UMNO members, for what do these hell rider know about back-stabbing, blatant lying and two-timing their spouses (at least not yet).

….the tough go shopping. Do you buy this crap? Does the captain of an icebreaker ship goes to his cabin and sing karaoke when he hits an iceberg? Well, surprisingly things like this happen, just look at Titanic, the three stooges still play music amidst the mayhem! Thats  classified as urban legend nowadays.

My point is people do the darnedest thing at the darnedest moment. I can give your tons of examples, but that would be redundant as you have read so many of them bizarre stories elsewhere.  And my point is…..damn… where am I, oh yes, my point is sometimes I just dont have a darn thing to write about and that’s what I call hitting a wall! Some jerks use “writer’s block” as an excuse when their head is blank as a sheet of transparent paper. I mean, how pathetic is that. Its going to make them look sillier than Forrest Gump trying to give a speech in the parliament.

If you cant write just hit the sack and call it a day even if its right in the middle of your siesta. Yeah, just go on snoring until the sun sets. Then take off your sombrero covering your face and continue to snore, senor!

If I have the so-call “writer’s block”, I’d just pass my time  hitting YouTube or read Shakespeare’s insults. Honest! Its better than snoring and end up with sleep apnea (is that a disease? Snoring kills!).

Actually I’ve read many blogs and those that suck, really suck. You get rantings

I mean I already have a blogspot going on and its beginning to come along rather smooth. But there are a few bugs I need to squash in blogspot and before that is done, I have to take a breather in a new environment, and that is how I zombied into wordpress. Zombied? yea, thats the cue. For I’m now in a cyberdaze after getting all the goblydygook from navigating in the setting of blogspot. Not that I’m all a-tangled up, but geez do you ever get an earful from your lecturer few hours straight and you want to cork him up? So here I am breathing the fresh air of WP, ahhhhh…..what joy.