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The life of a regular guy, going through irregular changes, looking for simple pleasures in life. Funny how seldom you can put simple and pleasure together. Everyone needs to believe in a GOD and I believe I can fill your believe. To you, I shall be GOD.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Smoking a dead dog's vomit...

Good morning dearest family members, friends, people who pretend to be friends and also my dearest nemesis, foes and enemies. I have a story to share. (Do not worry, it is nothing like what the title of the post suggests).
A story that started on a morning with clouds of dark threatening the day with rain and thunder. Monday morning has always been the source of despair for many as they dread to work after the weekend. Many people on the other hand long for Mondays as their workplace is the place where they will actually get to feel alive, feel that their productivity brings meaning to their existence and this happens to those who does not have a social life. I have drifted off and I apologise. Let the story begin shall we...

After finishing off his cup of coffee, Charles and his parents went to their respective cars; Charles into his Smart for Two and parents into dad's. Charles finally got the hang of the miniature machine that he has been driving around for sometime now and with the level of comfort that he shares with the car, he controls the semi-automatic transmission car pretty well. Worse than monday blues are monday greys. The cloud hovering above Charles as he peered through the sun roof was thick and does not at all look friendly. It was a dark beginning to a whole new week. Charles has always tried to be an optimist but this surely dampens his spirits but he knows that with the remaining days to come before Friday says 'hello' again, he has got to stay strong. The traffic, as usual was a drag. He wound down his window, lighted a Marlboro Light and took a long drag. Up until now, he still does not know what's the great thing about smoking a cigarette but he finds it hard to quit. No, he finds it impossible to quit. He took another drag and inched his little car forward. The radio was turned up to drown the noise of the traffic but to no avail. He gives up, lean back and closes his eyes for a little while, expecting the cars in front not to move for another ten seconds or so. He soon reaches the roundabout after ten minutes, a trip that will ususally take ten seconds when there is no traffic. Halfway to his workplace, Charles noticed something rather disturbing, there was a blood trail on the road and he knows what it was: road kill. He immediately wound up his window and he noticed the lime green Hyundai Matrix in front of him, hands out, window down, cigarette in hand. Charles wonder how he could stand the smell and and inching forward, he saw it. The animal was unrecognisable with it's entrails all out as if it was giving a free biology exhibition. Judging by the size of it, Charles came to a conclusion that it was a dog, or one big wicked cat but he stuck to believing that it was a dog. Charles looked in front and saw the driver of the Hyundai jerked and somehow struggling in his car. It was getting exciting and Charles decided not to follow too closely, but close enough to get a clear view of what was happening. The car in front of Charles stopped completely and Charles did the same and finally, after sometime of 'jumping' in the car, the man in the Hyundai picked up a still lighted cigarette and threw it out the window. Charles laughed so hard at the sight of what happened and thinking about it made his day brighter. Thinking about others' despair will make you feel more fortunate. Hyundai man apparently dropped his cigarette on his seat and it rolled and burned and caused some pain to him but what happened next could never in a million years be forgotten. The image haunts Charles even until now and makes him feel sick. After throwing the cigarette out, the man noticed that he was right on top of the road kill, poor fucking dog. He did what all manly man would do, he struggled somemore, looking left and right and as if in a trance and asking for help, he seemed very agitated. Through the wound down window, Charles saw a stream of what seems to be vomit being projected out the Hyundai and barely missing the car next to it. He did that a few more times the cars to his right all moved further to avoid getting a free vomit car wash. Charles was not in a hurry and did not bother to change lanes but instead, he sat patiently and watched the man show how much more he could spew out from his throat. Hyundai man finally made a smart decision and moved further up so that his tyres would not be on top of the dog's head and stopped once more before emptying his stomach. Charles, in a funny way, felt satisfied that there was someone having a worse day than him. He feels so much more positive now and it is now that he found his spirit once more to battle through the week.

So now my dearest friends, when you find yourself in a bad mood or in a grave situation, think of those less fortunate and you will then feel better about yourself. Try it, you'll love it.
I need to go and take a dump now and this is just a 'btw-by the way' news, I read somewhere that our Prime Minister Mr. Abdullah BADawi apparently got a yatch or boat or sam-pan which costs approximately USD 8 million? Hmmm. I love my country.

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6 Comments:

Anonymous faridz said...

animals are meant to be killed.

3:22 AM  
Anonymous hendrik said...

wicked !

9:44 AM  
Blogger ΅•º čħĸ åĸä ®ēåģăŇ© º•΅ ™ said...

smoke, burnt his ballz, drove on a road kill and puke over a road kill... that is one sad fella there... lol...

11:22 AM  
Anonymous PunPunRider said...

reminds me of this...

http://ramblingrhodes.mu.nu/archives/Kittypaint-thumb.jpg

7:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

OMG...what kind of ppl are the all of you? sigh...animals are meant to be killed..etc..knowing there's less fortunate should not make you feel good about yourself.knowing there's less fortunate should tell you how fortunate you are thus tells you what you could do for ppl around with your capabilities. it is not even cool to laugh at others. nuff said.

11:21 PM  
Blogger Faridz said...

i think ill feel even better saying it again. animals are meant to be killed. i didnt laugh in my first post, my bad. So here is my laugh: animals are meant to be killed, hahahahhaha. holla !

10:44 PM  

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