thru a glass looking onion

watched motorcycles diaries few days back. must say its a good show. one of a few spanish movies i’ve seen. i was so mesmerised by the ‘39 Norton used in the movie. looking at it makes me realise my love for 2-wheelers. i’ve always have a penchant for old/retro stuffs. (if onli i could have afforded to drive a VW combi) so, it isnt suprising tt i wish i could own one of the nortons.

but bcos the stupid regulations we have here, tt would be juz a dream as it is almost impossible to import one to spore. i havent seen any on the road b4 but i was lucky enuff to have seen one in the classic bike shop at jln besar(now moved to i dunno where). wow! it was solid metal all round. guess wat? the guy didnt wanna sell it. who would? if i had own one, i probably bring it to the grave with me. thankfully, some classics n vintages are being reproduced these few yrs. hopefully i will get my hands on one of them soon.

another intersting thing abt the movie was the potrayal of el che. wifey commented,"how could he be so handsome?" well, fr wat i’ve learnt fr dr rahil, movies n history dont really go hand in hand. common sense. anyway, history is written by the winners. more worryingly, i must say, distortions in movies further hide us away fr real truths. gimme the truth john lennon said. but who wanna do tt? n can u handle the truth?

speaking of lennon n el che, would they have been idolised if they r still alive today? of cos not. morrison,marley,joplin,hendrix,cobain n many others suffered the same fate. would we wear che guevarra t-shirts?(wonder if those who wear them really know he is) initially, i tot he was someone from penang. some pple fr penang have che in their names. pardon me, i was onli 11 then. there is something abt these pple who died or murdered leaving a legacy behind. is it bcos we marvel at wat they managed to do within the short amt of time they have here? or is it the fact they died at a young age? maybe its a little of everything. dont ask me. i dunno.

now, do we really need an idol in our life? i dunno abt u but i dont mind being rich like donald trump. imagine…MAMAT TOWER smack rite in the middle of town. tts nice. idolisation is a funny thing. was at piere lachaise, saw pple singing and having fun ard jim’s tomb. i find it hilarious. maybe i’m not too big a fan of the doors. but eh, i crossed abbey road countless times. tts stupid too.

well, i’m not the only one.

2007 has been good so far. why not? i’ve been practically since the turn of the year. its not that i wish for it to be this way. but my knee aint juz strong enuff as yet. now tt i’m getting better, i’m truly enjoying this mini holiday. gone r the days when sleeping was a painful ritual. waking up every hour in the middle of the nite is no fun for someone who enjoys a gd nite sleep like me. i might have mentioned tt i could sleep anywhere n anyhow. well, i finally met my match. i cant sleep when in pain. i’m juz delighted the painful nites had gone.

this has got to do with the physiotherapy that i was put thru. actually, i find it a little stupid for me to attend the therapy sessions initially. but since i have nothing to do, i told myself tt i might go out. with all the strenthening exercises, it can be a torture too. but at least i can make human contact. as an habitual latecomer, the therapists will always greet with a question i can never answer. "Why are you late?" i juz smile n keep mum. its funny how pple keep asking tt. as if they will accept my reason. there will never be a good reason to be late. maybe a good excuse. well, after 6 weeks, i am now walking without the brace. lookin at he mirror i look like i have polio. didnt ralise my left thigh shrink tt much. have to work to get my thigh to be like roberto carlos.

talking abt therapy. it will be strange not to mention my favourite kind of therapy. anger management programme, my style. asean cup couldnt come at a better time. it is only at the kallang stadium tt i can release all tt is pent up in me. but since i havent been to work lately, there is not much really. i’m zen now, i keep telling pple. how wrong i was. in a industry where i have to watch my words, this is a gd time to let it all out. anyway, u can practically say anything when u’re watching football in the stadium. with the amt of expletives tt came out of my motormouth, pple will think i’m nuts. but not at the grand ol’ lady. an old fren of mine tot i might get an heart attack. in fact there many like me. prolly having their therapy sessions there as well.

maybe it has got smthg to do with me being passionate abt football. i remember watching my schoolkids playing in a match. whe i got to the field, the match has already started. worse i saw conceding the equaliser. damn…the player was offside. stupid referee allowed the goal to stand. ARGH!!!!! the poor female referee got it from me. since i was in school premises with kids ard me, i minced my words. kept taunting her. hahha…she suddenly warned me tt she wanna sent me off the field. wat nonsense! i’m not in charge of the team. how can u send a spectator off? i said my final piece n left for home.

anyway, went to see the doc yesterday. she asked if i needed more rest. i said no, strangely. staying at home for too long has taken its toll on me i guess. well, talking to urself for entertainment is not something u do everyday, do you? thankfully, wifey has always have the patience to bear with me. i think she cant wait for me to go back to work so that i get myself occupied and not to bother her.