Chapter slomo

It's a classic scene. By some inevitable circumstance you find yourself stuck in slow motion. The world moves by a lot slower than it normally does, sometimes slowing down to a crawl. You can see every eye turn your direction slowly and some mouths open in slowed down gasps of horror.

The world tilts slightly. Everything starts to go out of shape. Yet your consciousness perceives the world normally. Your hand loses it's grip and you notice the million seconds it takes for that to happen. Your foot loses contact with the ground. You know what's coming. You can feel it. You can see it happening, but there is nothing you can do about it.

Your body is frozen like the time. Your mind races to try and coax your now useless limbs into action. Something has to be done. You will your hands to move into position but they do nothing. They flail about like those whacky waving arm flailing inflatable tube men.

You see the floor closer than ever. The time passes so slowly that you can see every speck of dirt on the floor. You try and brace yourself for the inevitable. You know it's going to hurt.

Then the voice comes.

In slow motion.

'Ohhhhhh nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'

Or some vulgar variation.

And then you hit the floor. Stinging.

You know?

Well, none of that happened to me.

All that went through my head were two thoughts. Car door. Floor. That was it.

I had a spectacular bike crash yesterday on Hollywood Boulevard. I was riding on my side of the street when this parked car clearly didn't bother looking in his mirrors and flung his car door open. I smacked right into it. I was going at a good speed to.

See, none of that slow motion crap happened to me. All I know was the the interior of his door was orange, and I hit the floor pretty bad. I landed on my back, which makes me inclined to believe I performed a spectacular cartwheel. I have no clue which way I tumbled but looking at the damage done to the fella's car, it had to be amazing.

I was almost completely unhurt save for some scratches on my pinky and my chest. No bruises, no aches in the morning, nothing. The bike came away unharmed too. Which is quite miraculous because the car door was a total wreck. It could barely close properly. I bet if I had put in a little more speed I could have taken the door off. And that would be even more awesome.

See this is how my brain works. After the crash only one thought repeated itself in my mind. Not 'I'm safe, thank God' which should have been it. Not 'oh crap, oh crap, oh crap,' which most people encounter.

No, the thought in my head was 'at least I wrecked his door.'

Chapter 0.001 - Pindah

Pindah Rumah!

Updates to come!

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Left for school.

Forgot my mac adapter.

Raced back home.

Left keys at school.

Raced back to school.

Raced back home.

Raced back to school.

Out of breath.

Stupid.

Chapter R.I. not so P

No I haven't died.

I've been busy.

With stuff.

So here's some things to keep you informed.

I'm moving at the end of the month.

My own room.

The privacy will be most welcome.

While it lasts.

I'm applying to a school in New York.

Waiting for my teachers to write me recommendation letters.

One of my teachers said 'Bleep school. Get out and play.'

Very encouraged by that.

If work finds me in LA then screw New York.

I'd love to go there one day and play eventually.

Final quarter is busy as crap.

I've had little time to go grocery shopping.

Spaghetti and Tamales 4 days in a row now.

Writing my own solo for my final.

Don't think I'm putting as much time as I should into it.

But then again, I've got a lot of other crap to work on.

Question of priorities.

Do I want to sit and write for a final grade worth 2 credits?

Or do I want to practice stuff that will make me more badass?

Priorities. They are tough.

Some pictures coming up later.

Went to see one of my teachers perform.

Crazy amazing stuff.

Hopefully I'll get a gig like that someday.

Printing some business cards for the future.

And a whole bunch of other crap.

Recording some more demo tracks.

Have you checked the myspace page?

Missing home.

Missing friends.

Missing my TeenStreet gang.

Circle of Trust.

Missing Ramadan food.

But having a blast.

More to come later.

I haven't died.

Check the new blog - lyricparodies.blogspot.com

Yes I said I was busy.

A man needs a hobby to stay sane.

Mine's writing.

So that's what I put that up for.

Not that I have too much time on my hands.

Which I don't.

But have fun and try to sing along.

Happy Merdeka Day.

Sing my Jalur Gemilang version on that special day.

Until next time.

Which won't be too far away I hope.

I'm not dead.

I'm surely alive.

I'm just playing drums.

Cheers.