Accident

Was on my way to the office this morning and saw an accident near my house. Not like the one on top. It's not usual to accidents here in Cardiff. I've been in Britain for almost 6 years, and I've only seen less than 5 accidents. Haha... Unlike in KL, you'll get the chance to see 5 in a day on average.

The accident that I saw wasn't that serious, in fact it was quite funny. You could of guess it by now. It involves female drivers... But this time, both drivers are women. It happened in a cross junction near my house.

I think what happened was one car was trying to avoid the other but somehow hit the car, and the car hit on to someone's house. Yes... the car rammed to somebody's house and it's a corner house.... Haha....

Not as serious as the one above.... No one was injured... The only casualties were their purse and insurance....

I miss my days in KL... I miss those accidents that everyone can see everyday. I don't know why the accident rate in Malaysia is so high. I don't think it has something to do with driving skills, because there are still female drivers in Britain... Haha... I mean I don't find British good drivers.

Could it be that the roads in KL have poorer quality, leading to loss of grip? Poor alignment resulting to sharp bends?? I don't think so... Too many drivers??? Maybe?? Drivers are not obedient or mature??? Maybe???

What ever those reasons, I miss Mat Rempit. Some day, I just wish I can see one of them performing their stunts, speeding their way. Just like the photo below....

And suddenly turn into something like this.

If only I can have the chance to witness all this thrill.... From the start to their end... Haha.... DIE MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!

Hot Wheels

I was in the petrol station yesterday cause my mate said he needed petrol for his car. I was surprised to see someone filling up the gas tank on a wheelchair!!! Yes, she was filling up her van and she's on wheels...

I am impressed that she can do all of that all on her own. Think about this. She has to lift her wheelchair and put it on the ground. Climb to her wheel chair. Push herself so that she can fill up the tank. Slot in her payment card and also reach to take her receipt. After all the hard work, she's gonna have to climb back to her driving seat and lift her wheelchair back to her van. I know that wheelchairs are very heavy and also expensive.
This makes me think of what I'm going to do if I am in a wheelchair. Well, if I'm gonna be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, I want that wheelchair to be special. As an engineer, I often like to modify stuff to make things better. So, I guess this is what my wheelchair will look like....

It's gonna make me feel like Robocop.... Instead of running it on wheels, I'm gonna have it running on tracks. So I can squash things on my way and not worry of any terrain. Another good thing, is that you can actually have the same height as a normal person standing. So when you're talking to people, people don't have to look down on you. Always stare at people's eye when you're talking to them. So next time, when you speak to someone on wheels, remember to squat down and speak to them.

But if you guys ever seen anyone with a wheelchair like the one below, make sure you don't give him/her money. Cause they're all conman.... Haha.... It's a tricycle...

A fight to remember

Went out to a club on Friday night, cause my mates was trying to hit on this girl. I thought that if there's only a few of them turning up, the girl might felt a little awkward. So, I thought I just showed up just to lend a helping hand.

We first went to a pub for a few drinks, just to kick-start the night. We sat down and talked for 1/2 an hour. I don't really want to stay there and talk to anyone that time, cause it was so fucking noisy and I'm starting to have problems with my hearing. Fucking hate talking or meeting people in pubs. There's just no point and you can't know anyone in pubs. So I drank up my Guiness and usher them to leave.

We then proceed to the club next door. After entering the club, I've only realized that I've lost/dropped my phone. I tried calling my phone, and it rang 2 times and hung up. I know what happened then and that there's probably no chance of recovering my phone back. Lucky I've still got everyone's contact details in my other phone. Was a little pissed-off....

Knowing that there's nothing I can do, I continued partying with my friends, or I tried to have fun. Then met another friend of mine in the club. He introduced some of his friends to me. We talked a little crap just to know each other.

Suddenly, this FUCKING British drug addict came over and asked us if we have any pills? It was the first time someone in UK ever asked me something like that. We told him we don't have any, and he spit at my friend's face.... and this is what happened....


They started fighting in front of me. I wanted to help them by just kicking that fucking Brit or punching him at his ribs. Probably could snap 1 or 2 bones in his rib cage. But I chose not to do anything. It was already a bad day for me losing my phone. And if I get involved in this shit, I might just take it out in this MOTHER FUCKING drug addict, and appear in the newspaper.

I don't know if I'm considered a coward or being wise? It still bugs me. Was probably my only chance to fucking beat-up a FUCKING BRIT. There were 60 of us in the club, and him with his gf. Argh.... It's really bothering me...!!!

Red Nose Day 2

Red Nose Day is just tomorrow. Don't know why they chose it to be Friday the 13th?? Probably because it's bad luck to me??? Hehe... As I mentioned before, Red Nose Day is a day where people do something funny for charity, for example, shave your head and collect money for charity.

Don't know why the brits here like doing charity so much. It's like a disease here. Probably because the Brits like following people around them. When people around them started doing charity, they then felt a little 'guilt' for not doing it. Whatever.....

I think in their minds, they probably think that they are like a mother to Africa or India (never Oriental countries). They'll try to provide, try to give them stuff, try to do charity... blah blah blah.... Never seen them giving me money for charity....

In their mind, they always think that charity is good, charity is cool, charity is fun, a pound from you can bring water to how many childrens.... and all those bullock.. If you ask the Brits, what do you see in the picture above?? Do you see someone doing charity and giving 6 person who're in need??? Well, I'll tell you what I see. I see someone taking money from 6 person easily and they are trying to get it back!!! Haha....

Over here, they have stuff called 'Corporate Responsibility' which means big companies have to do charity works. The picture below pretty much explains what it's meant to be. Make money, grow trees do charity and make more money and grow more trees.... Just like Wonderland.

In reality, the true colour of Corporate Responsibility is like the picture below.
What a joke!!!! The head of my business unit (very big cheese) don't even know that tomorrow is Red Nose Day. In fact, do you know how my company promotes itself doing charity works? They'll wait for it's staff to do something and just brand themselves when doing the charity work. For example, if I'm building a school in Malaysia, they'll ask me to wear the company T-shirt and take lots of photos of it. What the FUCK!!!

Another way of doing it, is by peer pressure. Few days ago, people have been passing on papers asking everyone to do charity for Red Nose Day. Of course I was reluctant and was hoping donating a few pence will do. Until I found out that everyone in the office donated at least 5 pounds. What if I've written there KEVIN YONG donated 5p. Haha... Would be a laughing stock!!! Haha....

Don't really fancy charities.... Unless the money is going back to Malaysia.

Hitting women

I was listening to the radio yesterday when I was travelling to site. Was really surprised to hear that 1 out of 5 men in Britain actually thinks it's alright to hit a woman. It was a serious radio debate about whether it is right or wrong for men to hit women. Hmm... interesting....

Of course, most of the men who hit women are due to domestic violence. Maybe because their wives nagged at them? Or maybe because their wives cheat on them? The guys have bad temper and resort to violence to let go of their stress. The guys got drunk... You get all sort of reasons...
One of the most funniest reason that I've heard about why men were hitting women, was because the girl started the fight. No..., not quarrel, but FIGHT!!! As in, the wife used the pan to hit the guys head. Bear in mind that women here in Britain are super-sized that they could easily beat me up.

If you think Britain is a nice place to be, think again. They too have their social problems like in Asia. Domestic violence still happens. So, if you wanna marry to a British guy, 1 out of 5 of them will thinks that smacking you in the face is OK!!!

My gf's visit

Got this photo taken in WH Smith, a stationery store in Bath. They sell stationeries (obviously), maps, travel items, magazines and books in train stations and in the high street. But anyway, they're not important.

What I wanna write about in this post is my girl friend's trip to UK. Well, she was here for 3 days and I accompanied her for all 3 days, from Heathrow airport until she departs from heathrow. Does that make me a nice guy or an ordinary guy? Haha...

Anyway, she reached here on Wednesday 6.30am, and I have to leave Cardiff by 23:20 the day before. Reached the airport at 3am in the morning and stayed in the airport until she arrive. We then had Traditional English Breakfast and went back to Cardiff.

Nothing much to do in a small place in Cardiff. So I thought I took her to Roath park, 15 mins away from my house. Just an idea of how Roath park really looks like. It was a nice weather although it was predicted that there's a hail storm. Guess my girlfriend is my sunshine and is a miracle to me. Hehe...

It was a sunny weather but still a bit chilly, so we had ice-cream.

Second day, we went to Bath, another small town in Britain. I find this town unique from other towns or cities in Britain. They have their own architectural feature where most of the buildings are made out of Bath-stone, which is the yellow coloured stone. Lots of old masonry arch bridges around this town. It's like an ideal place for a bridge engineer like me. Hehe... Getting a little geeky here...

Anyway, went to the Roman Bath, where ancient Romans used to take a bath here. Because of the hot springs here, they're able to clean themselves here and some believe that it's a holy place for worshipping the gods.

But anyway, we're not allowed to enter the water and we didn't take a bath together. Haha... So instead, we went around Bath and saw a few bridges that we've inspected. :D Felt so nice showing her what I do for a living. I guess the bridges don't really excite her that much, which I can understand. Haha....

Found a place in Starbucks and sat down for coffee cause her knee was hurting. I had black coffee as usual and she had one of those ice-blended drinks. We then had this chocolate cake, which is rich but a little dry. They probably kept it for some time or the weather made it dry. Either way, seeing her made my coffee sweet.


Went to a pub in Cardiff Bay that night. I wanted to show her the pubs in Britain, cause I think it's something very BRITISH or something that reflects the culture here. Yeah, the drinking culture. YES, it is. The pubs around here is smoke free, i.e. no indoor smoking, only drinking. The traditional timber decoration makes one feel warm and cozy. Not sure if she likes it, but I prefer pubs with modern deco.

Day 3, I prepared breakfast for her with flowers, as promised. Haha... Me trying to be romantic, what a rare scene. Breakfast wasn't brilliant, sausages, fried eggs, orange juice and toast. Only realised that I can't cook breakfast and I can only cook lunch and dinner. Probably because I never have breakfast. Haha..

After breakfast, we walked around cardiff city centre to do some shopping. Then I realised that I'm really terrible going shopping with girls. I can't really give much comments cause I don't know much about fashion. All I see is either shirt or T-shirt, skirt or pants, long or short. Colour and cutting hardly cross my mind. In fact, when I buy my clothes, I don't even look at the price, as long as it fits well and feels comfortable, within my price range, I'll buy. Haha.... but I will learn, so she can be happy while shopping.

After that, we went to the Heathrow for her flight. It is sad sending someone away, especially the one you love. Cause after that, it's an agonising 3 hours of coach back to Cardiff alone. It's not tiring, but the fact that I don't know when we'll see each other again.

Anyway, her visit is the second most memorable days within 5 years in Britian, followed by my family visiting me. Looking forward for her next visit................. which is TOMORROW!!! Haha...

Snooker

Played snooker with my housemates in Rileys yesterday. I'm not a good player at all I must admit. Only played it a few times in my life.

Don't know that playing snooker can be quite stressful sometimes. Probably it's just me putting pressure to myself. Or I tend to concentrate too much rather than releasing myself. Not sure which way is the right way, but I should be there having fun.


Anyway, some might think that snooker in Britain is a posh game (or sport if you put it that way) for the rich. Well, it's not. It's only about 5 pounds per hour. Unlike the snooker clubs in Malaysia which is covered with smoke screen, the clubs in here are covered with beer or sometimes spilled drinks.

I don't know what's the thing about beer with snooker and beer with darts. To me, they just don't match. Drinking makes me loose concentration and sometimes woozy. How can I concentrate or aim accurately??

Another thing I don't understand about snooker, is that it seemed to be a posh game. All the professional players seem to be well-dressed with their shirts and vest. You probably get disqualified wearing flip-flops playing in the finals. Haha... I guess it's reputation that they wanna keep.

Snooker is also one of the few games that has very little adverts in it. You only get gambling and adverts from casinos around the place. You won't see Ronny O'Sullivan wearing a shirt with a big advert or a big brand name at his vest. Could be something to be exploit for marketing. Hmm... Not a bad idea sponsoring Ronny with some menswear.... C'mon... even news presenters receive sponsorship from fashion designers to get some publicity....