Soob's Prog Blog: I live while the whole world dies

I went for a cycle down town after my driving lesson.
It was only 9am. Too early to go online. And too late to go back to sleep.
Plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead.

And there was too much coffee in my blood. So I just had to go picture taking.

In fact, that was the reason I went out. Because on the way back from the driving school I saw some pretty interesting things that I could exploit on this blog. So I took the bike out and took pics of em. Heehee. I'm evil.

But before we go into pics, I have to say a few things. In Sitiawan, tech is ten years back. In fact. I JUST noticed something amazing. You see, my grandma leaves an FM radio to play as background music. It's next to the laptop. So, I was scrolling down with my Logitech MX518 mouse and of all things, the transmission gets interrupted.

First I thought it was a coincidence. Then I scrolled at different speeds. like updowndowndown up up up. And the transmission was interrupted in similar fashion. Sounds crazy eh? I took a vid of it, but it's hard to hear so I'll prolly just not bother to upload any vids.

Wow. Hair growth cream. Hahahaha. I'm convinced.

This is the Sitiawan market. As you can see, the Perak sun is just plain epic. And is such a cam whore wei. Here I was, trying to get a nice pic of the market and all it can think of is sticking a ray of light in. yeesh.

Anyway, after I went pass the market, I had to maneuver the bike in between a culvert and a car. My leg got caught in between and nearly gor twisted around. Luck was on my side. And my astronaut sized shoes saved my foot from that. Phew.

How would they know this was MY favourite Jati House. Or do people in Perak get signboards to tell people which shoplot is their favourite? I doubt that's the case, other wise I'd be seeing signboards of my favourite mini mart, or my favourite bike shop. Very informative. Now can you show me to your least favourite shop?

I've been living off coconut-nutt water. Awesome stuff.

No toddy though. =(

Cam whoring Perak sun. Still, I've never seen it shine so well in any other state. In Johor, it's just warm and distant. In KL, it's intense and magnified. In Perak, it's large and and it feels just right.

I had to cross this bridge. It reminded me of a short story by Neil Gaiman called troll bridge. So I had to take a pic. After I took this shot, I turned around and was about to cycle off when I noticed this old malay lady on a bike was waiting for me to get out of the way. Oopsie. *holds head down in shame*

Apparently watching grass grow wild is a popular pass time here. There are even benches for you to sit and do just that.

A police head quarters. Ahohohohohoh.

Until I saw this sign, I never thought there was a way to make doctors sound childish. It's as though Dr. Zakaria and his buddies want to play doctor with you.

PLKN. It's everywhere. Najib's den of propaganda. Long live the king.

I really don't know what an infonet centre is. But I can tell it has something to do with fantasy. ewww.

Ignore the camwhoring sunlight. Today plumbing, tomorrow carpentry, and next week world domination.

Birds die in Perak too. This had ants crawling in and out of its eye sockets, searching for brain food. Literally and metaphorically.

There was this cement structure. It was totally random. From afar it looked like a bus stop. But this was in a lonely housing estate. So it couldnt be a bus stop. Upon further investigation, I found out it was a...

Place to dump an old sofa and scribble graffity on the wall... these people have such good facilities.

While doing my reverse parking for the 426th time, I decided to stop and take a pic of the awesome sun. Again. teehee. I mean, come on la. I know my photography is damn basic, but that has got to be the best looking sunrise ever. And this was taken round 8 am.

This tree looked a little interesting. Notice anything? It's been struck by lightning. Nice. Not really. Pretty boring. If I had taken the pic WHILE it was being struck by lightning then it'd be nice.

While waiting for the ever expanding Pak Cik Isa, a swarm of hornets(honort, ahohohohohoh) or wasps(I really didn't bother to ask them what they were) came by and surrounded me. I didn't panic, because that would have been stupid. I'm not saying I wasn't afraid. I was really quite afraid. But I had no choice but to lead my shivering hand into my pocket to draw out my phone and take a picture. Hehe, soobs you idiot.

As you can see, I have to mind that my right leg doesn't press down on the accelarater and brake at the same time. Not as easy as it sounds when you've got size 14 shoes that only astronauts find fashionable. Oh, and Ronald Mcdonald sometimes wheres them. But he's are red and he's a fucktard.

In case this is your first time online, first let me congratulate you on learning how to use the internet. Second, I know you feel that the internet is a waste of time, but there are better sites out there so don't give up. And thirdly, AFK means Away From Keyboard.

I had to tell myself NOT to steal this number plate. =D

There are millions of mosquitoes in Sitiawan. So many that you're likely to murder a few by just randomly applauding. This one is dead of coarse. The interesting and more prominent background is a hardcover Bill Bryson book. It's really well written and half my travel-blogging style is inspired by the way he writes.

Ok, this next part is not suitable for minors/work.

NSFW.

So. I found this little dude in my grandpas house.

Remember to tilt your head, I'm too lazy to get these pics upright.