taking the world by STORM since 1999.
this whole supposed ‘crisis’ is kinda bizarre (and a moment of epic fail, if you really consider), but hear me out here.
So it was almost 9PM. My brother and I drove out to a nearby McDonald’s to buy back dinner. We found plenty parking space in front of the outlet, so we parked the car right in front of the entrance. We got inside, ordered our take-away at the counter, and 15 minutes later we were back in the car.
But the engine wouldn’t start.
Weirdly enough, I could start up the radio and the air-conditioning (at the first turn of the key ignition), but the engine just stayed dead. I gave the ignition a few go’s, but no luck, and I was like, ‘Oh shit we’re fucked.”
Then I called my dad and basically went, OMG DADDY WE’RE STRANDED IN FRONT OF MCDONALDS COME RESCUE USSSSSS!!!!!1111111 /le dramatic much
Then I got extremely pissed and moody, because I absolutely HATE being the damsel in the distress.
So my bro and I munched on hot, crispy curly fries while we waited for the rescue. I had this funny feeling that the solution to this whole damn problem was gonna be rather obvious, like, right-in-your-face-but-you’re-too-dumb-to-notice obvious, and probably so simple it’d be kinda stupid, too.
Finally Dad came with my other brother, and after some assessment amongst the male trio (one which I was excluded because due to my double-X chromosome I’m genetically unable to grasp the mechanics of automobile components), it was deduced that the battery was conked out. So Dad parked his car next to ours, got out the good ol’ jumper cables from the boot and initiated good ol’ fashioned manual jump-start, car-to-car. Still no luck, though. All three XY-chromosomal brains were stumped. And because they had no other clue as to what the problem was, Dad finally gave up and called up AA’s Search & Rescue (lol what a reassuring name).
We waited in the McDonald’s; ate our Prosperity burgers. Dad got bored and played Bejeweled on his phone. The brothers were still hungry after the Prosperity burgers, and went to get another McChicken set for themselves each, them pigs.
Finally the AA mechanic arrived, his van parked on the other side of my car. This dude with a huge beer belly came out, armed with a battery booster, and dude was like, “Don’t worry, I got this.” LIKE A BOSS. So dude got the hood up, got the battery charged up, and before connecting the crocodile clips to the car battery, without warning, he linked the clips together, creating sparks that scared the shit outta me and I literally YELPED. Dude gave a smirk, and I was literally, D: SHOWOFF.
battery booster hooked up to the car
So once the battery booster was hooked up to the car, Dad tried kickstarting the engine, but YET AGAIN, nothing happened. Even dude was just so puzzled, the look of puzzlement on his face was almost comical. Then dude went over to the steering side, and I had no idea how he did it because I was too far away and was busy tweeting about my misadventures, but my brother said that – apparently – all he did was push the key into the ignition REALLY HARD, and started shaking the key ignition around REALLY HARD, and suddenly the engine was alive! MAGIC.
As it turned out, the problem wasn’t with the battery; it was with the loose wiring in the key ignition that took a few shakes to get them working. Dad was so meek, that he went, rather abashedly: “Well, that was embarrassing.” LOL poor Dad, I think his masculinity felt questioned. Remember that funny feeling I got, earlier? WELL IT HAPPENED FOR REAL. Oh god I can’t believe I was actually right. How amazingly scary. And Oh god, such epic fail.
One thing I’m glad, though: That I decided not to wear my pyjamas to drive out.
And one good thing to come out of this whole crazy supposed ‘crisis’? I got to see the jumper cables and the battery boost in action up-close! YAYYYYY! \o/
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAKURAI SHO!
Happy turning the big 3-0, you lovable chipmunk. I miss you and your moments of epic shophail (such paradoxical awesomeness in contrast to your supreme Keio intellects); I miss your sexy deep voice, your amazing, suave Sakurap, your chubby chipmunk cheeks, your random Engrish, your nade gata. Oh, screw it, I miss your EVERYTHING.
ilu and stay awesome forever, bb ♥
Here’s wishing you had the most joyful new year
and may the Year of the Dragon be a healthy, wealthy, prosperous and FIERCE year for you!
It’s already the 2nd day of the new Lunar Year… but still, better late than never. I shall blog more about my Chinese New Year adventures later, mannn I just gotta rant about the epic house-visiting shebang my parents got ourselves into. We actually visited relatives of the extended family, all around Klang Valley, EURGH.
But like I said! LATER. It’s 25 minutes to the 25th… in other words, MY BABY SAKURAI SHO WILL BE TURNING 30!!!! I wanna be right on the dot when I spam the birthday hastags on Twitter, hohoho.
about damn time I blogged about this! It’s been over a week since the birthday, and the whole turning-21-and-legal shebang has already gone cold & stale… but it feels like I just can’t ever sleep in peace if I don’t blog about it… after all, it’s THE 21ST BIRTHDAY for god’s sake!
Mom & I @ birthday dinner ♥
My first day as a 21-year-old started in the late morning: I picked my brother Daryl up after school, and we went for lunch at Kimchi Haru! At first we agreed on Mexican food at Frontera, but then I remembered about my week-long craving for Korean food, and I was just dyinggg for some kimchi, so I pulled my autocratic birthday-girl card and dragged my brother over to Kimchi Haru, for the sake of feeding my kimchi obsession.
This is the brother showing his ultimate possessiveness over his bulgogi bibimbap:
I had pork bulgogi (wanted the usual kimchi jigae so badly but eurgh, I’ve had that in the last 5 times I was there, so I wanted something different for once):
with my favourite banchan!
top + shorts + cardigan by Factory Outlet Store.
watch by Casio.
AND IT FEELS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD RIGHT NOW.
it’s killing me majorly because, believe it or not, I had been soooooo damn excited all week for the new semester to start… so much that I was texting/FB-ing my classmates, telling them how freakin’ excited I was to go back to school and how I could NOT WAIT to see them.
eurgh, this sucks.
well, at least I’m making an effort to cheer myself up: I’ve got Summer Splash playing on loop on the media player right now. God knows I need some gay rainbow and sparkly awesomeness in my life sfm rn.
Oh, and birthday update: I had an awesome time! Thank god the Friday the 13th jinx escaped me. I celebrated my 21st with the family, which was absolutely lovely and made it all the more memorable. ♥ I will blog about it – soon! Hopefully tomorrow. I actually planned to write it on the post-birthday morning, but being the usual lazy fat ass I am, I procrastinated… and now here I am, wasting my time away instead, bemoaning about how much I don’t wanna go back to school. Ahhh, brings back good memories of primary/secondary school years.
Good news though – my classes end at 1:30PM tomorrow! It’s probably the only reason why I’m not absolutely and utterly miserable right now. So, yay! At least I could sign off this blog post on a happier note.
Goodnight, my lovelies, and hope your Monday is an eventless, smooth-sailing one. (:
How do I feel? Hmmm, I’d say pretty calm.
I mean, come on. As much as everyone makes a big deal out of it as ‘The Big Moment’, it’s not like I’ll go through an instantaneous transformation the moment the clock strikes 12.
The Natasha as of 11:59PM, Jan 12th 2012 will be no different from the Natasha of 12:01AM, Jan 13th 2012.
In fact, if you ask me what I’m gonna be doing the moment I turn 21, I’d most likely be lost in Skyrim, shooting arrows at city guards in the knee, shouting DOVAHKIIIN! DOVAHKIIN! because I’m just an incorrigible nerd like that :Dv
It’s been great being a kid, and it’s been great having the excuse to be stupid and immature. But I’m ready to grow up now.
My awesome darling of a friend Camy was one of the first to wish me happy birthday, even before the birthday itself. I asked her for a birthday advice, since she’s much older and wiser and just plain fabulous, and she said this:
3 things.
Live the way you want to live,
love the way you want to be loved,
and never stop creating things
the way you envision.
Hugs and kisses, and stay awesome, everyone. Guess I’ll see you on the other side?
