Protect ~ 12:18 AM

My topic on stereotypes would be on motorcyclists. Not that this is new, but this is what I am. As a motorcyclist who has held my riding license for more than 2 years and also a driving license for more than 3 years, I feel that riders are being stereotyped. There have been incidences where parents object to their sons getting a motorbike license even though these men are already reaching mid-20s.

These guys even consider paying for their own license but their parents disallow and offer to sponsor them for a driving license instead. “A car is like metal wrapped around the man. But a bike is like a man wrapped around metal”, a not so Confucian thought I believe. But one that many parents stand fast to. The best thing is there are no racial grounds to argue about. The main argument would be that it is unsafe.

I never disagreed that riding a bike has its risk. But where do we draw the line in the kind of risk we take? I for one take a calculated risk. After being on the bike almost every single day since I was legally able to do so and suffering at least 10 falls since then, I learnt that as long as you are a motorist on the road, “It’s Never Just About You”. This is what the traffic police always try to educate everyone, not just riders. There are times when I switch mode to driving and as a driver, it is no difference compared to riding. Only that as a driver I do not feel as vulnerable as when I am a rider. The risk of getting into an accident is still the same. Only the consequences may differ.

My mother always tells me to be careful on the road especially when I am working, as a dispatch rider. Apart from me being tired after school and straight away going to work without much rest she would always remind me to be alert because on the bike, “you bang people also you fall, you get banged also you fall”. A lose-lose situation to put it right. Of course I always keep her words in mind.


Friends and relatives also sometimes gawk when they learn that I ride to school and for a living. They always ask, “Is it safe?”, “Won’t kena langgar meh?”. Of course once in a while I would tease them and say that I have kissed some cars’ behind before and had some intimate moments with the road, literally. After their initial shock, I would then try my best to convince them that it is not dangerous, at times. If words and explanations do not do the trick, then I would offer them a free ride around school maybe a one-way trip somewhere. It usually gets the result I want. By the end of the ride most of them would go, “Eh it’s not that bad leh”. Done. Maybe I should give rides to parents and people who feel that riding is a major safety hazard. Maybe I also should not disclose to them the number of times I ended up lying on the road in the first place to get them to even sit on my humble bike and make the ride just like any other ride at a funfair.

Protect ~ 8:50 PM

Sumtin I learnt donkey years ago: wen ure single, treasure it. wen ure in a relationship, treasure it. It takes no wise man to noe dat at times, wen uve bin single too long, ud wish u were atached. same goes vice versa. being in a realtionship is no joke. unless u jus wana use da bitch for ur pleasures for 5 years till she expires n bears sum1 else's kid. dat was fun. its like having a callgirl at ur beck and call, even better she dun charge! cheap bitch. but den all goes wrong wen she ends up w another client. indian no less. pariah, u jus saved my life. but den, dats wat i tot. she jus had to come chasing me back for arrears. she wanted compensation for her services. or rather, for loss of income. wad can i say, she wans to marry a guy who dun love her yet she bears a kid from a guy who cant marry her. since she cant get any financial reimbursements, she jus spends her days creating rifts in my current relationship which i mus add is full of love. it seems everything u r is abt being cheap. cheap love, cheap life, cheap relationship, cheap revenge. if u really nid the money, approach the government. our countrys population is gg down. i heard d government pays a lot for newborns. u cud b the founder of the factory. all u got to do is open d doors wide n let the workers in n bring out d products. mebe den u cud get off my back. hwever, if u nid some advertising, id be glad to hook u up w sum ppl i noe. u cud start by lining up a wall n holding a card w a number. say how abt 11? dat number sound nice? then all 1 nids to do is say," I want number 11."

Protect ~ 3:20 PM

To the person who decided to swap my thur class, thanks. I appreciate the kind gesture of releasing me from my initial timetable where id have no break in between 2, 4-hour classes. But eventually, i realise id rather have no break then have a 2 hr break and face the possibility of having a D or failing my module even before I started the class. Some students just dun realise how lucky they are when they get certain mature, and professional individuals to impart knowledge on them. Others, like me, have the privilege of goin thru the same subject more than once. All because sumone decides I dun deserve to progress. Aniway, apart from karma, i always believe that ders always a blessing in disguise. My failure first time gave me the opportunity of having sum1 who has been thru it all and can connect with me. He is also able to impart great knowledge and wisdom and influence me to achieve greater heights. That motivated me to do better given a 2nd chance. Especially after a whole semester of negative and destructive critiquieng on my capabilities. Now I need to prove to the world that its not me. I will put in extra effort in this module and prove to them that with HIM, no matter how good my work is, I deserve no more than a D. Seems like de javu wen i kept failing english in secondary sch. But as similar as den and now, i will prove my innocence.

Protect ~ 9:43 PM

Sensitive, it may seem. The accused? Both i think. Childish, immature, old man, among the words exchanged. All the result of a moment of insult? I guess 3 years of relationship just aint enough to say that 2 have been together long enough. We may have ride the storms together, but the lessons learnt? Questions left unanswered. Yes we both feel the pain of being apart, but being together tears us apart. Why? Jokes, humour, insults, vulgarities, silence.... All in the space of a 10 minutes conversation. Ironic. Now, the storm has caused two lives to be separated, though still liveing, they drift apart. Screams for help left unheard. Let no boat rescue us. But when the storm subsides, the wave shall bring us back closer. Then we have to decide wether to swim back. Or just float....

Protect ~ 4:50 PM