My Killer Chin Chin La

OW MY TOE!

2008-05-15T11:16:00.003+08:00

In the history of famous quotes, there is but one that i remember well for the tale of my toenail's plight.

Starscream "Ow my foot!"

Wondering which episode that quote comes from? It's not an episode, more like the very 1st and original Transformers Movie! Yeap, 20 years on and i still remember it vividly. Mostly 'cos i watched on dvd the other day. :P

Anyways back to the title story. My ingrown inflamed toenail has finally been removed. Of course, there was a lot of pain involved. But no screaming thanks to my inane ability to withstand pain (Yes, the image of me standing proudly with a cheesy grin on my face is actually what i am doing now)!

Oh, and i sold my car. So now, i am Chin Chin La less. Sold it to a good guy, hopefully he'll take better care of my car.

Sigh, relegated to driving my mother's Vios ... Yay.

Anyhow, i am looking at getting a pristine condition DC2 Integra GSR (Or SIR for JDM readers) and to be honest i can't wait! Finally, i will have a V-tec to speak of. A lot. All the time. Everyday. Even in my sleep even, even. Even.

Sigh, the days can't count down fast enough. Au beintot.

Where have all the good suits gone?

2008-04-16T15:29:00.003+08:00

Liaise between departments
Be succinct and to the point in writing job requisitions
Be accountable for your briefs and the work creative does from your brief
Smooze when needed (Carry balls for those who aren't familiar with the term)
The ability to THINK first before acting
INSPIRE US (Creative department) in their creative briefs or with the gift of gab

That's it. That's all it takes.

Instead we get stuck with some fool who thinks he/she can getaway with just running the operational aspects. "Do it because client said so" they yell without considering what really needs to be done.

It's a sad, sad world.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my mentor in client servicing before i went and became a copywriter.

My eyes have been opened and the horrors have to be faced not avoided.

Woooohoooo!

2008-04-15T16:01:00.001+08:00

Blah, blah, blah

2008-04-15T14:58:00.004+08:00

I am bored. I am in the office, but i am not really in the office. You know the feeling i am sure. I'd rather be in the mall looking at stuff i can't afford on my measly budget. Sigh.

I got a dinner date (use the term as loosely as possible) later tonight at 9:30 if anything comes of it other than the sound of my own voice i will be surprised.

Wonder if the IT guy will let me install some PC games on my work computer to let me pass the time. Or maybe i could start loading up some Naruto... I wonder whether it will take long.

Wonder, wonder, wonder... more like wander, as in my mind wandering.

I am currently losing 7 games of chess on FB all at the same time. Disgusting, who knew everyone on FB was a freaking professional.

I wanna buy a newer car. But the choices are so limited. Parts availability, service history, when the car was built and so on and so forth. I just can't stand throwing down 150K for a Honda no matter how much i want one. Especially for one built like 4 years ago. Whoever said it's a 2ndhand car buyer's market in Malaysia should be slapped in the face. Gently at first and then firmly. Then just after you apologize for the outburst you hit them with the old hand on the shoulder slap trick.

Allow me to illustrate:
Ladies and germs, is this not the most brilliant piece of illustration you've ever seen?

Yes, yes it is. Sometimes i wonder whether i could ever love anyone as much as i love myself.

Morning cartoon

2008-04-14T11:01:00.002+08:00

So i dropped my car off at the tire shop this morning and got my mom to give me a lift to work. But instead of going straight to work from the tire shop, we took a detour home to pick some stuff up. This is what happened.

Mom: i'm going to get my bag and the globe for the class later. You drive.

Me: Ok.

5 minutes later.

Mom emerges from the house with globe and bag on shoulder on shoulder. She closes the gate but then something occurs to her.

Mom: Oh crap. I left my bag upstairs.

Pause...

Mom: Oh haha. It's on my shoulder already, hahaha!

Me: ...

This story scares me, a lot. Because you know what they say "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree".

Either way, i had a brilliantly good laugh this morning. But even at 57 years young my mom seems to be getting more and more senile by the day. Sigh. When will my senility kick in D:

Naruto!

2008-04-11T10:23:00.002+08:00

It's only the most awesomest Japanese animated show i've ever watched. It's sick! (In a good way of course) I definitely recommend it to all. There's a shit load of episodes looks like it actually has turned into another Dragon Ball series-esque show. But then again who am i to complain about good youtube, dailymotion and naruto-tv.com-ing.

That's all for now.

From brakes to breaks

2008-04-04T00:04:00.005+08:00

First i would to thank the glorious asshole who decided today was a fine day to attempt a feeble, backward, retarded break in and entering, and quite possibly stealing my not so loved, ridiculously money attention seeking car.

But instead of making off with my car, you decided that it was too difficult. What a professional you must be. In case you are literate enough to find this post, in a blog that gets updated, oh every once a century, in the sea of blogs on this ocean of a site - fuck you! And fuck you kindly, why, because you just stuck me with one more stupid bill. Congratulations would be thief, you have just made it onto my shitlist. When i become emperor of the world you will taste my wrath. I'll have you cum into a cup for artificial insemination, impregnate a woman thief with it, so you can have little thieves and then I'll have you all beaten and raped by pygmies. Because God knows, you're parents don't deserve it. After all, they may actually be law abiding innocents whose only mistake was to have a woeful misbegotten son (assuming you are a man, i can't tell because what man would leave stealing my car - your job - half done) such yourself.

Second, i would like to sing an ode to my car, the recently broken into Killer Chin Chin La. Sung to the tune of "Que sera, sera."

When you were braking ridiculously juddery,
I asked myself, what should i do?
Should i sell you? Or should i fix you?
This is what i said to me...

I'll fix you again!
Because i am notmadeofmoneyandcan'taffordanythingunlessisellyou!
I was foolish enough to think you loved me.
And now you're new brake discs and brakes have taken a shit on me too. [End song]

Yes, once again, in its brilliant sense of humor, my car has decided to make me look like a goomba. After RM1000, i might still have to get new discs or machine them and most likely get new high temperature pads. Oh, that should set me back another GAZILLION DOLLARS!

Fuck you car. Fuck you! You can't barely beat a B16A Civic. I'm so glad i fart into your seats often!

The checkered flag and shoes

2008-04-03T21:53:00.003+08:00

There i was, at the starting line. Revving the ole girl. She was more than just ready. She was old, clunky, the steering alignment was off, the brakes were seriously faded even at a stand still, but nonetheless, she was ready!

The 3 lights illuminate. 3, 2, 1 GO! The next 6 seconds were a blur of cars passing to the left and to the right, thank you trusty right foot modulated accelerator control. I grab 4th and hit the throttle like a tonne of bricks, she screamed with delight as we hit 8000 rpm.

With a care free wave i dispatch my rivals with a calm yet sinister smile. Goodbye fellas, by the by, don't mind the dust. (Say it with a pompous English accent, i did!)

1st corner - i slam into 1st, she breaks traction, i slam her back into 4th doing 290km/h - I'm leading the pack.

2nd corner is a quick right hander. Bang! Into 1st again and back into 4th, "nice drift" i tell myself.

With reckless abandon we scream downhill. Like a light i initiate drift and carry through a perfect 4 wheeled drift. It was something to behold. You really had to be there to see it. Scintillating!

The last corner is fast approaching. The clunkers behind me are threatening my position. I stick to my game plan, i slam 1st and then into 3rd. From the 3rd lane over i control my slide all the way into the inside lane cutting off my would be competition.

Too bad they never had a chance. They were way too hasty. Tried to close in and perform some last gasp attempt at late braking, but ended up off track. Like i said, too bad.

I cross the line, winner. The checkered waves for me. I get out of my seat, the press are all over me in an instant. They ask "what's your secret?" I said "check out the shoes, they're checkered", immediately they understand. I can see it in their eyes.

Honestly, that didn't happen exactly how i told it. Recently at the office (my new agency in Mid Valley) we've been having Daytona competitions. I won two of the three races. I, thank you! Hope you enjoyed.

Oh, and by the way, when i crossed the line on the last race in 1st, i jumped out of my seat because i was the WINNAR! I PWN3D everyone in the 7 car field. I r champion!

Til the next story, later!

PS Keiichi Tsuchiya eat your heart out.

Does anyone still check this blog?

2008-03-31T22:39:00.003+08:00

Like the title of this post i just wondered while this account still stays active, does anyone care?

Well to be honest i don't, but just for old times sake i shall post needlessly, as if to say i had nothing else better to do.

Racing is still part of me but unfortunately the Killer Chin Chin La can't keep up mechanically, periodically visiting the mechanic's workshop every 3 to 4 months. Each trip costs no less than 500 to 1000 Ringgit.

Nevertheless, i continue to maul my car into submission with my childish endeavors.

So, i would like to know post a request that all readers, few they may be, to comment a "yes" or "no" to me purchasing a newer pocket rocket.

Other than that, if i remember any funny stories and anyone actually reads this post and responds i shall consider posting them. Until then, au revoir.

my chart

2007-04-05T11:16:00.000+08:00

Resurrection

2006-11-06T12:16:00.001+08:00

Well not really.

I haven't been able to race anyone at all! This is just absolutely insane. Everytime i want to race someone, my "passenger" gets scared... sigh.

Does the Chin Chin La and its driver belong to some unknown power of suggestion? Only time will tell.

On the race side, like i said its been kind of dry. I managed to get a new Golf GTI to race me but that didn't work out 'cos someone got scared (As i mentioned earlier).

I did have a run in with a very special Satria R3 though. With stage 2 cams coming down Penchala link, i couldn't resist an oppurtunity to give the R3 a run for its money in my frankenstein Mivec Chin Chin La.

Not starting in 2nd gear i kept it in 3rd. It was a sort of a rolling start. As i closed on the R3, it gunned its engine. That evocative sound of its oval shaped 2 inch exhaust roared as it began to edge away slightly.

I hit the top of 3rd doing an undisclosed amount of speed (Cue baby's giggle here), grabbing 4th i was starting to believe that the R3's better power to weight ratio would get me.

Lo and behold the heavens opened up and the Mivec engine finaly showed its worth but steadily pulling on the R3 in front, nulifying any lead the R3 had.

Pleased with the Chin Chin La i continued on my way to the office. Who says going to work can't be fun.

Now i just have to make the Chin Chin La faster! (Random statement , i know!)

Finally!!!!

2006-09-18T15:34:00.000+08:00

It is done. After 9 long weeks of pure anticipation and frustration it is finally complete. The Chin Chin La has a new toy. I am sure you guys know what i mean. Let the stories flow from the nether regions of my RPM gauge.

In celebration here is a video for your viewing pleasure.

Randominity

2006-09-07T14:21:00.000+08:00

For anyone that knows me, knows i am probably one of the most random people they've ever met. Which is why this following video by Don Hertzfeldt is so cool.

I shall leave you all with this... I AM A BANANA! MY SPOON IS TOO BIG!

Haiya!

2006-08-19T23:39:00.000+08:00

Somebody walks into the room. Does anyone feel the presence? A ghastly wind, a cold shiver?

Updating the blog has taken much more of a back seat. Expect it to continue this way until i actually have enough money to enjoy anything i can remotely call a life, hah! No racing to report, just bitching and movies.

Speaking of which, i just saw Beautiful Boxer for the 1st time. Wasn't that bad at all despite the fact the DVD i watched it on had sparse and sporadic peroids of subtitling. But i pretty much got the image of what the movie was trying to say even in Thai!

I must say watching movies like that make me wanna hit the nearest kick boxing gym and start pounding a bag. Its just too bad money, or the lack thereof, is an issue >:P. Talk about suggestive visuals. I guess you can get caught up with all that Hollywood and other movies alike. Just end up wanting to see, feel and touch the "ride" the movie brought to you.

Other than that.... Yea that's pretty much it.

The good, the bad, and the ugly!

2006-07-24T21:32:00.000+08:00

I got to say, my titles lately have been awesome. I doubt I could have thought of better titles ever hehe.

Anyways on to more pressing matters of justice and all that is … “holy”?

Check this out!

It may take a really long time to load but, I have to say I have never witness such a travesty. I really wish “muhibah” really existed that way this wouldn’t happen. As well it wouldn’t just be brushed aside by the media like this instance was:

These are just some of the things that go relatively unpunished. I think we all know that there is a degree of acceptance but things like this should never happen. Sad sad sad state of affairs.

I just thought I would throw this in here and see what people think. If you haven’t seen this, it will be an eye opener. It really is amazing, Chinese beat Chinese and racial face offs.

Its crazy, just plain crazy!

Life. Death. And how work seems to conquer that completely!

2006-07-19T03:00:00.000+08:00

For the last 14 days, I have been cooped up in my office. Since switching to copy writing, the stress and workload has been piling up. I haven’t really had much time to do anything other than writing. Odd isn’t it? I got enough time to write for work but when it comes to the blog, heh…

As of late I have had some races, but honestly nothing to shout about. So, instead of talking about me losing to an old Porsche turbo, or beating Civic and Satria silly, I shall devout this time to reflect on the finer things in my life.

Recently I have re-visited some of the favorite games in my life. Being the avid pursuer of a good story, I have to say compared with yesteryear, games today have seriously taken a turn for the worse.

Come back with me, back into the land of 8 bit dinosaurs and 16 bit cavemen. Back in the day, when you finished a game you were the proud recipient of a 4 to 5 minute minimum ending. Nowadays you finish a game, it tells you what a great job you did for 1 minute or less, and then proceeds to tell you that the sequel is coming out to continue the story. Talk about marketing ploys.

Way back when I was a wee little lad, Nintendo games were shizite. Most developers were more afraid of putting out a bad game than they were about the next sequel in the story. That ultimately led to great games being produced. For example, Metroid, Mega Man, Ninja Gaiden, Bionic Commando, Ikari Warriors and so on and so forth. Those games had plots, foreshadowing and everything else a book could throw at a game. And that was with 8 bit graphics with slower than your grandmother processors.

Imagine that back then, with those craptacular sound chips they were able to cook up amazing soundtracks. Ok, I wouldn’t play any of them in the car or anything, but they were so well composed it was amazing. Super Metroid, Mega Man 2, Blazing Lazers (I know it’s not from Nintendo, but PC engine was just as good if not better in my book.) and tons of others I could mention if you gave the next hour to think about them. Obviously I am not.

Nowadays you get paper thin Steven Seagle (Not sure how to spell his name, not sure whether I want to know how to either…) movie like plots. The only other games that even try for plots are RPGs. Final Fantasy has always had a good story; unfortunately they always followed a certain formula. It’s pretty easy to recycle ideas if it’s a successful one.

Sigh. Whatever happened to the good old days? Those days have long since passed and age is catching up. No longer can I call myself the virile spring chicken I was once was (Cough. Cough). But now there lies a shade of the man he used to be. Lying there, on his comfy bed, watching DVDs, playing PS2, reading magazines and calling a girl perhaps two.

Anyways, so I have now successfully wasted five minutes of your time, I think I am pretty fucking good at it. >:D Maybe some other day this week I shall blog a bit on some of the races I have had. Hopefully I get into a real good one otherwise there will be a shortage of material for this page.

Picking your spots

2006-06-23T00:20:00.000+08:00

Sigh. Coping with the my new job as a copy writer, i haven't had much steam to write at all. I believe it stems from the fact that i now have to write everyday, haha. But having raced 3 cars in the last 2 days warrants an entry for everyone on this dying blog. The story begins.

The Story
Once upon a time, in a place known only to some as Kuala Lumpur, a man lived there. His name was 'the Kiler'. He was not a known man, nor was he popular by any means. He lives his life recklessly, upon the road tax dollars pay for.

Rules are for him to defy. He runs through traffic lights, ignoring the concerns and safety of others. He is by definition "cool". Yea that's right, he is a model citizen. (Of course most of you know i am only joking, for the most part.)

Known for being killed by other racers in faster cars, the Killer continues to strive to win. Thankfully, there is a brain between his ears which assures victory through intelligence, rather than violence!

On his way to work with his mighty steed, he encounters a rare spiritually strong individual. Knowing full well the challenge could end in disaster the Killer and his mighty Chin Chin La start their prowl. Their prey is none other than a whtie Impreza WRX with a STI sticker.

Knowing full well the WRX was impeded by the cars in front of him, i struck by getting annoyingly close to his rear bumper. With nothing he could do about it, i could sense his displeasure with me and the car in front.

Finally making his way past the slow traffic, he proceeded to engage boost. He lost me quite easily with his boxer 4 turbo. Not being one to give up i continued to pursue my prey. Making an error in judgement, he stepped on his brakes allowing me to close the distance between us. Obviously unfamiliar with the road, i managed to torture him with the knowledge that "i was king of this road and i know how to use it."

Unable to lose me again before a long right hand turn, the WRX was seemingly unhappy. Knowing full well the limits of my Chin Chin La, i pressed on edging closer and closer to his bumper. With my turn lift, turn accelerate technique, we quickly approached 120km/h around a bend i would normally only take at 100km/h.

Clearing the bend the real chaos began. Opening on to the straight, the WRX hit full stride decimating the competition (me :[ ). Much to my dismay, i lumbered on to work. I only wished i had the power to continue what would have been an eventful race.

Well the other stories shall come another time. I need rest and to play my neglected PS2. Call me nerd, jerk, boring or whatever, but i am making full use of my PS2. So, nyeh!

David vs Goliath

2006-06-09T16:33:00.000+08:00

Well I guess I finally got what I wished for. A misrepresentation of what really happened that fateful day.... Ok I'm lying, for the record he did take a faster way than me! Either way, please read and enjoy, I liked it even though it was at my expence.

Okay, let's make this clear. Her name is Betsy. She's a beauty with the brutal scars of 30 years of abuse. Potentially she could be a beauty with all the allure of an American muscle car. But for now she's relegated to being parked under a mango tree with rust slowly eating away at her exterior. Yeah her looks don't say much about her but her heart's in the right place and she gets me from work to home in air-conditioned comfort with radio tunes to keep me company.

It started off as pretty much any other day at the office - reqs, briefs and the dreaded client visit. Jonn graciously offered me a ride (not recommended. See below) to a monorail station carpark where Betsy rests throughout the day. The idea was for both of us to drive to the client's office before heading back home. Throughout the journey Jonn was talking about cars, screaming obscenities at other cars and other things things society would normally refer to as steaming piles of horse manure. This behaviour and talk on various cars and engines are really interesting for petrolheads like Jonn and his friends. It made my brain want to kill itself.

So anyway, as I close the Jonn's car door at the carpark, I jokingly say,

"So Jonn, I'll see you there in 10 minutes?"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! It'll be a miracle if you can START your car in 10 minutes"

Jonn then speeds off leaving me in a cloud of dust and sarcasm. Sigh, Jonn at his best. So I get in my car (the driver's side door doesn't lock. But then again only a raging cokehead would steal THIS car) and warm up the engine (it takes a good 5 minutes before it stops spluttering) and drive off to the client's place. I wasn't speeding because the doors might fall off. You have to understand there are some places the rust has actually eaten through the body. No, I'm not kidding.

As I pull into the client's office carpark, I tried to find the familiar Chin Chin La Killer. I couldn't. Wait, was there no parking available that Jonn had to park outside? No, there were plenty of spaces. Could I not see Jonn's car? No, contact lenses were sucking on my eyeball. Could I have been mistaken that I was here earlier than Jonn? No, IQ is too high and powers of observation are at its peak. And it was! IT WAS! I had arrived earlier than Jonn! Okay, I wasn't really that excited. Hehe, I lied, I WAS! I WAS! (epileptic monkey dance here)

I go into the guard house to sign myself in and I was there with a slow-ass security guard that smelled like death and had a problem speaking English. It took him a good 5 minutes to write out a slip for me when I see Jonn driving in. Jonn obviously isn't looking for Betsy so he parks right in front of her. As he gets out I can see his smug-ass face catch a glimpse of Betsy. His jaw drops, eyebrows furrow and he mouth the words, "What the fuck?!" The he mouths the words, "How the fuck?!" And then he mouths, "No fucking way."

As Jonn walks into the guard house all I'm doing is smiling. Jonn starts with,

"How the fuck did you get here faster than me??" "Which way did you take?" "This is fucking bullshit."
"All that power under your hood, Jonn, and it's all a waste. Tsk tsk tsk. All that talk of 128bhp and I got here faster than you!"
"Hey fuck you, man! I wasn't even racing you!"

Neither was I, Jonn. Neither was I.

P/S: I have since quit 'racing' with Jonn and have hung up my racing helmet. This 'victory' will forever be a black eye in the Chin Chin La Killer history and the crowning glory of Betsy. I can now bravely say: The Chin Chin Lah Killer sucks donkey balls.

-The Colleague

So, you like to swing your keycard around while you walk, eh?

2006-05-24T15:32:00.001+08:00

Rewind to about 10 minutes ago... I was downstairs holding on to a bunch of photocopies for one of my colleagues to arrive and take them off my hands (Whew!). My colleague showed up, I dropped them in his car and off he went.

In typical "Jonn" fashion I started to swing my security keycard and spinning it around my finger. (I had recently developed this bad habit when I re-attached the card to my lanyard.)

Right back to the action! As I was walking back to the lifts and swinging my security tag, I decided it was a good time to spin around my finger. Seems simple enough, right? As I spun it, it slipped off my finger and spun right into my nut sack!! I swear to GOD there isn't anything quite as stupid to do in front of random people! So there I was, about to grab my nuts and comfort them for all their glory when, I realised I was in public!

Given that i couldn't caress them, it gave me time to pinpoint exactly where the pain was coming from. At first it was your average "Oh my GOD my sack" type pain, but then it became focused, let me explain.

My security tag/card/key thingy jiggy, has a rounded corner which is thin hard plastic. Whilst I had lost control of this seemingly innocent device, the thin hard plastic corner struck my left nut perfectly! Obviously I wasn't thrilled. I couldn't run to any toilets 'cos I didn't know where there are any on the ground floor, and I couldn't caress my bouncy boys 'cos there were people in the elevator (Not to mention the cameras in the lift). My predicament was more than unenviable.

As we reached my floor I took comfort (Literally) that they didn't sting anymore :D. Nonetheless I went to the toilet gave my boys the once over, washed my hands and, return to my demoralizing workstation.

So ends another dramatic story brought to you by yours truly (Overkill huh?).

The Big Cheese Bait

2006-05-17T15:23:00.000+08:00

Ah so! It has been long time, yah?! That ok, I is back for 1 more of my adventures.

It was dark and gloomy. There wasn't a trace smell of the any impending rain. It looked like it was going to be a dry cool run home... at 2:30 in the morning, no less.

Started the car moved her out of the parking spot and made my way down to Tun Razak. I weaved an intricate line to pass slower traffic and, as I approached my turn off on to Semantan, I noticed a black Bimmer making a 3 lane cut into the same lane I was preparing to turn off at. Surprised to see such a bold move, curiosity got the better of me and I sped up to catch a glimpse of the runner in front of me.

Lo and behold who else could it be but the man himself, The Big Cheese! Who also happens to be a personal friend of mine. Given his mood and his penchant for racing I thought I would try egg him on for a little race.

Here's a little background of his car:
BMW 325 SMG II
About 200hp at the crank.

Need I say more....

The Big Cheese saw me, heard me and he knew what was about to happen! I downshifted gassed it causing my engine to roar to life! He had no where to go but i could feel his impatience with the car in front of him! As soon as the road opened into 2 lanes he made a move to the outside with me in hot pursuit!

With the Chin Chin La roaring away like a French man who ate too many hot tamales, I closed the gap between The Big Cheese and my Killer Chin Chin La! It felt close, it felt real close, it was going to be a good race, it was undeniable! For some reason The Big Cheese wasn't pulling away as fast, was something wrong?! How could this be?! The Killer Chin Chin La has previously lost many times to The Big Cheese! Could it be that the mods are finaly showing returns for the hard earned money that was spent?! This was intriguing and it prompted me to accelerate harder, corner faster, brake quicker, and shift in a manner I can only describe as, flawless! With the increasing race tension, my heel and toe technique became fluid, becoming 1 with all the car's mechanics!

Shift, after shift, after shift, The Big Cheese was not running, but merely inching his way from me! I gave her like I have never given her before, I asked more than what The Chin Chin La could give and she gave it!

We had 2 lane low to medium speed corner coming up, with a Honda Accord on the right, we dove into the left lane attempting to enter the turn. The Accord who wasn't paying attention nearly hit The Big Cheese! A sudden shot of fear hit me as I prepared for the worst! The Big Cheese with it's big Bimmer horn, must have shocked the stuffing out of the Accord, which seemingly drove like it was half asleep!

Braking into the turn and accelerating up the hill we made it to the apex of the hill, we dove through more traffic before turning up towards Bangsar hill. (I think i set a new receord for bad sentence structure and using the word "hill" so many times in one sentence) It was close, he couldn't get away and I couldn't catch him, it had the makings of a stalemate! We both broke hard to avoid some slower traffic gasing it on the way to the lights before the BSC hill.

I figured that was enough for 1 night. I slowed down to a natural pace allowing my car to relax from the over expenditure of it's lifeforce. I comtemplated to myself that this race was easily the best race I've had in a long time, and probably the best 1 I have ever had against The Big Cheese!

We pulled up together and parked got out and talked, slapped five's and handshakes. The Big Cheese had a big ole grin on his face and I was pretty damn happy myself. Although he would later admit he didn't hit the "Sports Mode" button or turn his A/C completely off. I figure who cares, it's races like these that people (Like me, I hope)live for! It's always the close races that are the best! This race was a bit of a dog fight chase after chase, and corner after corner, it was just plain great!

Sigh... What a rush!

To the fallen.....

2006-05-07T16:25:00.000+08:00

In light of recent events which has taken away 1 GTi, we shall pause and reflect that our friend, thankfully, is still with us. Urahara cheers to your safety and a toast to your neat GTi, may she rest in peace. Let us hope it will not deter you from learning and moving forward with new knowledge, as well as hope that you may yet still drive another GTi, or something to that effect.

Glad your safe dude!

Confessions of a lazy ma..... I mean advertising man!

2006-04-25T20:49:00.000+08:00

The evocative sounds of Benny Benassi play quietly in the background. Windows down, a slight breeze, the sound of my engine humming a bassy tune at low revs and, searing humid heat that could convection cook a small rodent. Mmmmm the makings of a good race story.

To my left another burgundy/maroon colored satria with a custom exhuast. Sounds bad ass I must say. Comparable even to mine, hah! A careful glance to the left, told me i wasn't to be afraid, no boost meters from what I could see! It's go time!

I roll back and forth lightly reving between 1 and 2,000 rpm (Yeah, yeah i am a ricer), just to let him know I'm there. I catch him looking at the adjacent light, watching for yellow, no doubt! That can only mean one thing.... He is down with the flip mode masta pimp flex gear riding hog trailing shit kicking drag race, yea yea! (Whew say that fast 3 times!)

Green flares up and i am all geared up to go! I soft launch to try to get him on board then, floor it like there was a cockroach under my foot! Zooooom! And there I go, faster than greased lightning I tells yah! But wait! Where has my interim foe to my foe(s) gone?! Backwards of course! (Silly you!) But then again he wasn't racing me in the first place! BAH! Nevertheless I shall take the victory, thank you! That should make up for the trashing I received at the hands of a turbo satria! >:(

Yup, ricing should be a sport and, if it were I'm so sure I would get an A* (*--> loosely translated at star) You may commence by sending your fan mail to "I am a bronze god" at "king ricer chin chin la killer!" K thanks! >:D

Mon arme de choix

2006-04-09T22:04:00.000+08:00

It comes in various forms and yet, all can be found in one convergence of force! It hides behind it's sublime shell, formed meticulously by machines, there lies the weapon, my weapon of choice!

Turning the key: "check engine" flickers on, it denotes a self diagnostic being activated. It is a state of readiness, ready to begin it's prowl with just one more turn of the key.

Firing the cylinders results in an emotive fire and growl, deep from the bowels of the Netherworld! The sounds that proceed are reminders. Reminders, of those who have fought and died, and those who have yet to meet their maker! Spewing what could only be it's battlecry, it lets loose a roar with the slight release of the clutch and the injection of engine adrenaline. It is the sound of music, a mechanical symphony.

The soft melodic rumble only means the calm before the storm. Merging on to it's playing field it quickly assumes the role of wolf in sheep's clothing. While it announces it's presence wherever it goes, not all see it's fury unleashed. For it is a patient warrior, make no mistake it wants you to be pensive when it is around. It needs you to know, that it is there.

It haunts and hunts.... It, for lack of a more macho name is, My Killer Chin Chin La. (And yes, i am aware that it isn't that fast yet!) >:P

Chasing the magic dragon!

2006-04-08T00:01:00.001+08:00

Much to your dismay, this post has absolutely nothing to do with Puff the Magic dragon (Getting stoned).

Re-counting encounters this week ended with an unfamiliar feeling. I shall start here:

Putra Q8 oils sticker

Once again, on my way to work i took noticed of a Putra, blue in color. He was steadily doing his own thing until, i arrived on the scene (Notice how most stories are about me arriving somewhere)! :P We got to the toll and he, having a touch n go card beat me out of the tolls, by some good 6 or 7 car lengths (Damn not having correct change at the toll!). I did what anyone would do if they saw someone accelerating hard away from my killer Chin Chin La - I followed suit! Having caught and passed him and his unmodified grey to white smoke spewing exhaust, i felt slightly elated to know that i whooped someone on the way to work. The day couldn't have started any better! ;)

Drumming of death appears in the flesh

Oddly enough as i was rushing away to the color separator to make some last minute changes, when i had a run in with none other than the bane of every Mivec and GTi's existence...... A B16A EG6!

Even though there was work to be done, i sacrificed all for just 5 more minutes of fun.

There he was, just walking driving down the street singing, do-wah-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-do....

Back to the story, he was driving relatively fast minding his own business, when of course yours truly appeared. Checking the car over i felt the feeling of pure animosity towards him. I pondered to myself whether he was a ricer or maybe, just maybe, he was the real deal!

I rev up, run hard all the way up to his boot just to give him an unfriendly "Hey what's up bitch?!" Ironically, he plays along and gooses the throttle just to get me full fledged on board. That exercise was hardly in vain. With me in reasonable pursuit and nowhere to go, we kept it at a leisurely pace until..... He turned towards the stretch all people in KL know and love.... The Kiara stretch (Cue drama)!!

Having a car on his left side, i pulled up behind him raring to get my chance to show this Honda a thing or 2 about skillz. Revving lightly, i patiently waited, as he too monitored my throttle modulation.

*GREEN* I hit the gas just as he did and we were off!! 1st gear! All the way through, and much to my surprise the Chin Chin La was hitting its stride and carrying me closer and closer to his boot! I cut to the left, having passed the other car impeding my progress, and continued to gun into 2nd! 5... 6... 7,000 rpm! I shifted hard into 3rd only to realise the inevitable had caught up with me! V-tec, a 4 letter acronym spelling disaster for the grizzly Chin Chin La! As my opponent hit his full stride, at the top of 2nd going into 3rd, my Chin Chin La was slowly losing ground which it's torque had built! Knowing there was nothing i could do, i firmly planted my foot into the floorboard, in hopes of extrapolating more hidden horsepower from my 4G93! But alas all was for not, he passed and continued on for about a car length where we encountered traffic. There was nothing left to prove, the Chin Chin La failed to crush, kill, and destroy!

Much like the 1st time i lost to a V-tec powered Honda, i felt dejected, miserable, invalid and impotent. I sms'ed a friend seeking some form of salvageable confidence but everyone knows, try as you might, the word futility will always remind you of folly when you went up against a car, which most certainly has 15 or more horsepower than you do!

Fuck you V-tec, as much as i love you, i hate you! I will destroy you one day, in any form, beware! I am coming!!! V-tec, hell hath no fury like a non variable timing car's scorn, basket!

Color separation has never been so much fun!

Driving leasurely

2006-04-05T11:38:00.000+08:00

So i was on the way to pickup my colleagues for work today when.... *Gasp* I saw my arch-nemesis (Cue suspenseful music) the CALDINA GT4! ..... On the other side of the road going away from the direction i was going >:(

One day we shall meet again CALDINA GT4.... ONE DAY I PROMISE YOU!!

On an interesting side note while passing him, i could barely contain my glee and i waived as if to say "hi." One could say i am an easily excitable type of guy, huh? Unfortunately the guy driving the Caldina didn't notice :P. Nor would he have responded i am sure!

Interesting reading of late

www.ktemoc.blogspot.com
Check him out interesting political reading from all sides. Kinda like Aisehman only pro-everyone.

Other than that toodles!

Leaving coming, leaving or going?

2006-03-27T23:00:00.000+08:00

Ever think about how your mind works? I have, multiple times. I have even thought about how and what makes life. It's all pretty interesting stuff i must say. Funny thing though, you will never have to take a philosophy course to help yourself understand the why, and the what. While Descrates and epistemology may be interesting for a few minutes, studying it will and could kill you. Beware! I should know, i slept through many a Descrates lecture. Wouldn't you think philosphy could be so much more fun if you could think and create your own theory on how the world/universe works? I would have passed that class easy, peezy, lemon squeezy (Shameless referrals to Austin Powers' dialogue are some what funny to me, endure!).

Lately i have been really getting into movies or more like works of art from the past. Stuff like "A clockwork orange" or movies like "2001: A space odyssey." Yes, i am aware that both these movies are made by one man, Stanley Kubrick and, both were made before i was born.

Trying to figure out movies like these, they just make you think. Cos more often than not, you ain't going to figure it out the first time round. I guess i am sucker to foreshadowing, subtle cue dropping, and intricate plots.

Take Roman Polanski, in the movie "Ninth Gate", there a heck of a lot of symbolism in everything the movie did. The red viper, the glowing eyes and other subtle hints that this movie is seriously about raising the devil. Call me morbid but, i love shit like that.

Anyways back to more related, yet disjointed topic. So, this is my theory, sit back and imagine with me a bit.

Theory 1

So, one day i was just farting around class (Could be literal, i can no longer remember in the intricate timings or stench of my own behind >:D), when i thought that my prof was putting me to sleep, just so he could fail me when he sees me sleeping. We were discussing the ever popular "Why are we here and not over there" theory. Kind of got me thinking about what i thought really happens around this here land (Earth, terra ferme, the apple of my eye, the big blue.... Whatever you want to call it).

Ever encounter a situation where you think you have lost your keys but, you could have sworn you put them on your bedside table? You then proceed to look back and forth and all over the house for the keys, only to return to your room and find the keys there exactly where you left them! Spooky shit huh?! Well my friend, you are in luck! I have a perfectly viable explanation for you (Remember, using our imaginations here!).

Everything and everywhere we go, we can only see what is going on in our 3 dimensional view. Of course, the 4 dimension, a popular subject on it's own, also exists.

How does this apply? I figure there are little blue people/elf/thingy-ma-bobs, they have the job of creating things and items that occupy space within your vision. For example, your room and everything within it. They are professional and detailed to the core, much like a swiss watch, intricate in every detail. But, sometimes we humans are too fast for them, and they get rushed into completing a room before they can complete the re-creation, leaving out items which were there.

How does this make sense? The theory functions like this - when you are not in a room, it ceases to exist. The material which was used, is used to create some other room or area by the blue people! Amazing don't you think? So, while life in itself is cyclical, same rule applies here, only our reality can only be governed by what we see and the room isn't always there even when you can't see it. In a sense, if a tree falls in a forest without anyone there, it doesn't make a sound, because it didn't exist yet, because no one was there (Cue suspenseful yet enlightening music)!

There you go, a quirky yet totally plausible explanation :P! By the way, the blue people live in the 4th dimension, outside of our sight.

Theory 2

So, what happens when you die? Do you go to heaven or hell? Or what? I have an answer!

There is no heaven, or hell, or re-incarnation. When we die, exhaust, pass on, take a dirt nap, whatever you want to call it. We all get sent to the... Are you ready for this..... The Ham Sandwich Dimension!

Ah yes, THSD (The Ham Sandwich Dimension), where everyone goes to eat ham sandwiches for the rest of eternity. At face value, there is no distinction between good person and bad person. But, taking a closer look at the whole situation, there is some degree of separation in THSD.

You see, while i was in military school, we used to have to eat ham sandwiches for our house meeting days. Sometimes the sandwiches were real good and other times, they were disgusting! What the kitchen in the mess hall does is, pre-make the sandwiches like 2 days beforehand and sticks them in the fridge. It's two pieces of bread, cheese and a piece of ham, frozen... for two days... Disgusting trust me. The good sandwiches were the one's made with salami and other types of tasty meat that weren't made 2 days in advance. We used to cheat being in the privileged barracks, we used toast our pre-made sandwiches, which instantly made them better tasting! Mmm good toasted bread frozen meat!

Anyways that's how i came up with the premise for my theory. Back to the theory (Not much longer, i promise).

This is how it works in THSD.

A bad person will have to eat cold mushy crappy tasting ham sandwiches for eternity as his punishment. Yes, there are degrees of bad tasting sandwiches! They range from cold and frozen, to curdled green cheese, vegetarian ham sandwiches, and so on and so forth until you reach the ultimate level of badness.... THSD's moudly, gangrene, rotten, half eaten by a dog, pissed on by a 2 dollar village hooker, who than began to stroke her rotten black puss spewing crotch, decorated by smorgasboard of genital herpes (Sorry, got a little carried away)!

Yeap, you can imagine that being a bad person sucks ass in any theory, religion, belief, whatever you want to call it! Just for your information, there are 9 levels of bad person-ness in THSD.

A good person on the otherhand, gets to have nice oven toasted subs made by Quizno's (For those who do not know what, or who Quizno's are, they are simply put - the best sandwich sub making gods of the known universe, capable of inducing writhering ecstasy upon their hungry customers! Search google if you have to). There are no levels in the good person area. Only topping choices and condiment selection, where no dim-witted ass monkey will mess up your order of burger and fries without the tomatoes!

Ah eternity would be good.... If only they had beer! :P

Trust .... So important!

2006-03-26T21:40:00.000+08:00

Braap braap braap braap!

It booms louder and looms closer than you think. It is there to haunt, it is there to torture, and there to pilage whatever sense of skill you felt you might have had. It stalks loudly to let you know that it is coming for you. It ignores all formal laws and defies the gods of acoustics. It is .... My new exhaust made by Trust 2.5 inch diameter accompanied by 2.2 inch piping with 2 inch bends! >:D

Back to real life for a moment. This weekends crowning moment was the installation of hell's very own exhaust. Despite the risk of countless and pointless money being spent on tickets i believe that i made a sound purchase (Get it?). Rest assured for those who have already witnessed its monstrous sound, i will be tuning it down more with another mid pipe silencer, for the sake of my own sanity, hehe. I must admit, nailing the throttle never sounded so rich before, the results were clearly evident, acceleration was much better. FYI: Previously i was using a 1.8 inch pipe and a 2 inch exhaust.

Sadly i didn't get a chance to really lay it out against anyone yet so, i guess the stories are currently on hiatus. Gas price hike doesn't promote driving fast!

Not sure what else to write about, other than the fact my gasket didn't get installed yet. Planning for a port and polish job and getting it put in at the same time hehe.

Au bientot (Minus the accents)!

One point twenty-one gigawatts.

2006-02-27T16:31:00.001+08:00

Since the last post, the Chin Chin La has been reversed into, has visited the dyno, and played with it's long standing rival (Cue suspenseful music), the Caldina GT4!

Other than nothing much has happened... Oh wait! I bought a PS2!!! By far the best modification to my room! I can now accomplish 300km/h in my room on my bed and more! Yes people, and the puck doesn't stop there... I can also play dvds (Insert crowd cheering wildly - Someone chants "You are a bronze god" I yell back "I know, i will spare you from my smite!") While i know most of you will think that i am trapped in the early 2000s and i should have gotten with the times ages ago when the PS2 was launched - i say to thee... "Shame on ye for flaunting thy monies in front of my beautiful visage!"

On to more interesting parts of my blog.

Dyno

On February 11th, 2006 the Chin Chin La and i embarked on our first convoy trip to dyno shop. It was mighty nice of them fellars at the GTi club, they allowed me to tag along even though i was not a member of the club. Kudos to the boys at the GTi club. For RM60 a pop damn it was a damn good deal too.

Where shall i begin? Arriving early in the morning at 10:30 am sharp, i was greeted by a view of silver goodness that adorned the car park at Petronas Taman Tun (Punctuation help!) It was almost wall to wall GTi's and very few other cars that were not taking part of the event. The pinnacle and quintessential crowning piece of all the GTi's there, was an Evo 3 powered GTi. What can i say... There is just something magical in seeing a car that has a detonator for a gas pedal. Among other cars, was a pristine Mivec Frankensteined GTi and some other GTi's that had some minor mods, some with adjustable cam pulleys, and custom exhaust systems.

And.... It's off to the dyno we go, it's off to the dyno we go, Hi Ho the Merry O it's off to the dyno we go.

Everyone lined up in "formation" and i took the last spot in front of the pace car just 'cos i thought everyone was going to be real fast, or at least faster than me. When we reached there the fun began. Car after car took their turn with no real surprise, except for one.

It was a 2004/05 siemens GTi running a 4-1 header and full custom exhaust with a Mugen muffler. Or at least it said Mugen on the side of it. It pulled a 133 whp! Absolutely amazing. I was only hoping i would get close to those numbers! To say the least i was impressed that the setup worked out so well. After careful inspection of the dyno sheet it appeared that the peak horsepower was there but low-end was not as strong.

Back to the dyno. With the Evo 3 up everyone was expecting big results including the owner. 260 whp@6000 rpm!! Not even close to redlining! Apparently he was running real lean up top so, the operator decided not to push it. After witnessing quite possibly the fastest car i have seen in real life (Power to weight plays a part in my decision to say that), i quickly plucked up the courage to go over and ask the person for a spin.

He replied, "You wanna drive it?" "Shock and Awe" (Thank you Bush administration) took on a whole new meaning. "Me? D-d-d-drive your car? B-b-but but... I don't even know you dude!" He said "It's cool you got a GTi i got one, let's go." After careful re-adjustment of the seat and steering wheel, i was ready to hit the detonator and feel the explosive power of an Evo 3 engine do it's work on a car that only weighed 1130kg. Pushing in the clutch required more work than originally thought, for fear of stalling, i carefully made sure i didn't make an ass of myself and slowly pulled out of the parking spot. I was told not to exceed 6000 rpm and i tried my best not to (Keyword being tried)! I laid into hard in first and felt the roar of the turbo spooling and g-force pushing me back in to the seat! Boom 6000 rpm, 6500 rpm in a split second *SHIFT* lay in the throttle again and BOOM another rush of adrenaline accompanied by speed and acceleration that could get off a 70 year old clit-less lady! Amazing! I didn't dare do it in 3rd i just rounded the corner and complimented the owner on his rocket!

That was more than my nerves could handle! I got out of the car trembling but managed to walk over to the rest of them still talking about the brute in a bodice (GTi with Evo 3 engine).

I finaly got my turn to run the Chin Chin La on the dyno. Scared as ever of what the result would be, i "man'ed" up and put her on the rollers! I was expecting about 115 whp, or at least that's what i would have been satisfied with! I couldn't watch, it was so scary! I hoped that all the money i put into the car would pay off and that i would be a proud owner of a working GTi with mods!

At this point i would like to say that the dyno shop did things differently from other dyno shops. It's not a 3 run and best average. It was more like measuring air fuel and power at every interval of rpm. For example 65 whp @2500 rpm.

Slowly the operator did his work, i was so nervous i wasn't even paying attention to what rpm it was at just waiting for the time it reached 110 whp. 5000rpm did the trick i saw 111.9 whp and my hands went up! With number 1's in the air i was told that i till had 2000 rpm to go!! 5500 rpm, 122.3 whp, tears of joy began surfacing! 6000 rpm, 122.6 whp, choked back a bit on the tears and became worried, only 0.3 increase?? Could something be wrong?! 6500 rpm, 128 whp!! The hands went back - Elvis has left the building! All that money so well spent! It was amazing! There's a thrill in going to dyno your car, don't ever let anyone tell you that there isn't one!

The Mivec GTi was last to go. So, i guess the cliche about saving the best for last applies here, for NA i mean :D. The operator did his thing. 155 whp @7000 rpm, that definitely put a smile on lots of people's faces especially when they learned that the Frankenstein had low compression pistons not high compression! For the layman, THERE WAS STILL MORE TO BE HAD!

All in all a good day! Made some friends drove a rocket and had fun being geeks with notes and graphs! :D

Caldina GT4

A little background for all of you. I pick up my colleague for work most of the time. And in times past, we have often encountered this white Caldina GT4. Completely de-badged i assumed it was some riced up family wagon with no skills. At the time of the sighting i had a timing belt in shreds, a very unclean k&n filter, and timing too high that it was giving out less power.

For obvious reasons i got blown out of the water by what evidently was a turbo charged monster! 3s-gte engine ain't nothing to fuck with! I am sure the guy behind the wheel was singing that along to Wu-tang's "Wu-tang clan ain't nothing to fuck with" LOL. That was only round 1.

Round 2 had the GT4 and me at the light again. Turning left again. This time i punched it and tried to get the jump on him but to no avail. He schooled me and then commenced the bitch slapping of a life time!

But round 3 was going to be a whole different story! Fresh off dyno weekend, 128 whp was ready and waiting. Picking my colleague up from his place and rolling down towards the Penchala link i noticed a white wagon off in the distance at the light (Cue suspenseful music - preferably the theme from JAWS, thank you).

It was... It was the white knight waiting for his prey! I pulled up behind and like the donkey i am, i turned to my colleague, slapped him on the shoulder and said "DUDE IT'S HIM!!! YOU THINK HE WILL RECOGNISE ME?!?!" He said "No lah!" I waved anyways in hopes he would.

I was getting giddy, palms were sweaty, there was vomit on his shirt, mom's spaghet.... Wait... Never mind.

My palms were sweaty, and my foot was getting tappy. My mind was hoping for some good traffic to run in.

Massaging the steering wheel and stroking the dashboard, i coaxed all that the Chin Chin La could muster. Green! Vroooooom! Putt putt...

Umm right, there was a guy in front of him moving slowly. Heh! The GT4 made his move to the slow lane to pass the slow moving obstruction! I followed suit feathering my throttle in second gear, there was no way he was getting away from me this time! I heard the spooling, i hammered the throttle, 7000 rpm roared as i grabbed 3rd! This time he wasn't pulling away as fast! I kept up!!! "Shock and Awe!"

I cut to the fast lane and hammered the throttle again shifting into fourth, nearly neck and neck with him! He cut to the fast lane as i was moving to the middle lane making a cut of my own! I followed him into the fast lane nearly redlining 4th! Roaring away at 7000 rpm i grabbed 5th before we had to slow down for the toll! Bugger! I considered it a win. Why? Well 'cos my car has less power and still kept up. Score one for the little car that could!

All this good ole blogging goodness, ahhh!

That's all for now! G'night!

Nullified ......

2006-02-05T03:39:00.000+08:00

What began as a great night ended in awe and amazement. Not too bad huh!?

I beat a newer celica which definately wasn't a GTS, but the boy had skills. He blocked the inside lane of a long 'C' curve left hander (I won't specifiy where for my own safety) to which i happily responded by keeping speed with him through the corner from the outside and proceed to out maneouver him in traffic at the top of 3rd gear going into 4th. Kill number 1. Score? Chin Chin La 1 - Ricer with superb suspension setup Celica 0. Abrupt start to the post but, who cares!?

On the way back from town, the incredible happened. I ran out of small change for the toll so i decided to take the long route through the non-toll side. Again i shan't specify where but i will say it is near Eastin hotel (So much for discretion - for those of you that are Malaysian). I came by a loud blue Putra. Seemed to be gunning it a bit to egg somebody on. Evidently me! Anyhow i gave him a good run for his money but was surprised to realise that he did accelerate faster than me. Cams? Full exhaust mod? I dunno what it was but he managed to pull on me. Fortunately through my keen eyes and observative skills i noticed that he was not running cams. Probably some other mod that i may have overlooked which made his car faster.

Anyways, so, we were stopped at a light when we both saw a white NSX with a GT wing (Kinda looked like the 1 from AJR for those Vancouver readers) roll by after the toll we both didn't take. Putra in front thought the same thing i did and gunned it shortly after the NSX passed us. With tires squealing we gave pursuit. Of course, me being the slower (Or less balls) followed as close as my balls would let me! Balls! The putra had caught up and i was only 2 car lengths behind (Could have made it closer but i just didn't trust the Putra driver in front or my balls). Without any hesitation the Putra put the moves on the NSX, which ultimately proved to be futile. The NSX roared back, overpowering the sound of the fart can on the Putra, and pulled away in the following right then left down high speed corner, instantly losing both me and the Putra. Not to be denied a shot at seeing 1 of my all time favorite cars i chased as only the Chin Chin La could.

The NSX with nothing left to prove let off the gas and it was left to me and the Putra once again. Having both passed the NSX we continued our battle through the remainder traffic (3 cars including the NSX). I turned off for home and waved goodbye at the NSX and to a lesser extent the Putra.

What a dream come true even though i didn't have the stuff to run the NSX, it was just awesome to see someone with the balls to run it fast! That driver, is a true driver and true car nut! I was glad to be toasted so royaly by royalty!

Things that make you go ....... hmmm?

2006-01-31T04:44:00.001+08:00

Well it's been a couple of days since the last post and, having installed the Tein springs and i am still very satisfied with their performance. But, there were some unforseen drawbacks that have already arisen. First would be the incredibly bumpy ride over bumps as expected. The other thing would be that given that my shocks were setup for OEM springs there has been a lot of hoping in the car going over bumps that used to be absorbed by the stroke of OEM spring and replacement shocks. So, basically i am literally and very nearly airborne doing 'X' amount of kms per hour.

I recently picked up 4 new/used spark plugs from NGK iridium tips. I can't wait to get some silicone plug wires to install them into my car. I figure i am just wasting money putting the plugs in without new plug wires. I only paid RM50, and they have only run 10,000kms (According to previous owner). Hopefully they workout, it's pretty sad building this car on a budget but i'll take whatever i can get. Money doesn't grow on trees you know >:P

ANYHOW.....
I got to thinking on the way home just now... Apparently i do my best thinking when i am obliterating any and every road law in Malaysia. Right, back on topic. So, i was thinking about the state of affairs here in Malaysia. and i realised something.... The people aren't represented well at all in Malaysia. Strikes, protests and any other civil unrest does not take place. Of course all this is somehow car related. The process which set my mind in motion was thinking about the choices we have as citizens of this great nation. I can totally see why people hate Proton, we are being 'forced' to buy Protons at over-inflated prices to support our foreign market and such. This begs the question, does Malaysia really need to make export and local vehicles to build a name for itself? I don't think its working too well. I can feel the pain of others whom complain about Proton 24/7. Don't get me wrong i still love my car but geeez a little choice and some technology would be nice, yeah?

This led me to contemplate why no one has ever done anything to stop this grand injustice? Aren't we all voting citizens and aren't we all represented in the gov't? Doesn't that mean we actually get a say in how things are run around here?

Basically in Malaysia we don't get squat say in the gov't 'cos apparently they're the only ones capable of doing anything about our society. We, the people, aren't fit enough to have a helping hand in ruling this country and see that things are done for the people, not for a big fat wad of cash.

Bribery much? It's rampant here, i can feel it! Just look at one area of KL and you will know that these buildings coming up everywhere will only have maximum 2 access points for a number of years. Is that what we call forward thinking? Planning for the future? Oh yeah, we did all that already, there is a perfect little high tech town called Putrajaya, where everything including the manure smells like roses. All i can say is... A little help? Why not put more funding into building some REAL roads instead of a model cities. Why not help the cluster fuck that happens absolutely everywhere in KL at rush hour? I feel like we all complain about it but we can't do anything to change it...

Sigh but i digress i am sure everyone has read about the great injustices of the world, i shall just retire to my bed and say "boy, that rant felt good". Hopefully, if i have missed out on any of the finer points to life here, someone will tell me and let me know but 'til such time, i remain unconvinced that my gov't does anything for me. Selfish, no? >:S

P.S yes, it is ironic that i break the law while thinking about it. I call it a "double-standard" and i like it!

Sex, Drugs and ...... Tein springs?!?!?!

2006-01-26T22:44:00.001+08:00

Arr so it is once again time for yee olde stories.

Arr! So, thar i be sitting by my lonesome in yee olde office, whar i uncovered the lost treasure, RM430 Tein s-tech medium springs for me Chin Chin La! "Avast matey, i be interested in yon Tein springs", says me to the youngun over yonder internet. His answer to me be, "Ok".

Ok writing like a pirate is actually quite difficult, i think i will stop now.

Anywho, managed to get them springs into the Chin Chin La today. Was extremely excited. It finally was going to be handle like shit over bumps and holes in the road, and that's exactly what i wanted bwahahaha!

My initial impression was, my steering felt tighter and slightly heavier, and that it was stable over anything. Very proud i must say! 5kg in the front and 3.6kg in the rear makes for a shored up ride. I was going to test it out tonight but, on the way back from the alignment, camber and tire thing type place, my speedometer and mileage meters stopped working. :( Apparently the meter cable broke (Farking Proton >:P). My boss figured it was the suspension and that it was too hard, which broke the wire. Of course, he was making fun at the expense of the Chin Chin La (Chin Chin La abusing MIVEC driving boss edited: for life). >:(

Hopefully i can get that fixed tomorrow 'cos i can hardly wait to run her full hard at speed.

Ahhh .... 1 step closer to making her into a real car ;D

CLEAR!!!! ZAP

2006-01-18T15:37:00.001+08:00

Timing belt - RM 190
Oil seals - RM 90
Bearings - RM 35
Workmanship - RM 100

Excellent running purring engine.... priceless.

Yeah, yeah, i know i did the whole Mastercard thing but, i am not one to f*ck with a good advertising.

So, while the mechanics were fiddling around with my car and starring at it like some kind of gold (Why i don't really know), i figured i would check my K&N air filter since i haven't checked it since i bought the car.

"GOOD GOLLY GOSH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?"

It was blacker than black. There was no light coming in from the other side. So, my Uncle helped me out, said he would clean it 'cos he has some spare filter cleaner. Set! I had to buy some other cheap RM 15 cloth filter. Completely took away the growl from my car. Now it sounds so docile and mouse like. Yuck!

Anyways the Chin Chin La is purring and putting along well. Soon it will be raging once it gets filter back hehe.

Other than that nothing too important to report. >:)

Heart failure.....

2006-01-14T20:55:00.000+08:00

The Chin Chin La underwent its first trip to the dyno shop. It was excited, as was i. Though initially i was there just to check out the real life gains of using a voltage stabilizer, it turned into a experience and trial/test run to see how much the Chin Chin La had progressed since being endowed with some helpful go-fast parts.

I must say when the car approached the dyno i was starting to get excited and yet worried. Worried that my car would not perform despite the help it got from all those parts i installed. And excited to see what it would really do.

RUN 1
3rd gear tops and out and the results are in!!! I couldn't wait i saw the 1.... i felt a lump in my throat... Could it be? Could the Chin Chin La be close to achieving 120whp (Short term goal)? My hopes were shattered when my eyes gazed upon tne 2nd figure to follow the 1. A zero, a damn zero... This was not looking good. I was thinking to myself maybe the temperature was wrong or something. But then i looked outside it was raining cats and dogs humidity and cool air was at its peak for performance delivery when it comes to Malaysia. The last number was a 7. I hit 107whp (Wheel horsepower) and 108wtq (Wheel torque - pound per foot). I was highly unimpressed.

RUN 2
Hoping for a better result and some fine tuning we went in again. Once again 107whp and 108wtq. So, much for discrepancies.

RUN 3
Same as the last, no change at all.

I had a chat with the dyno guy after the run. He says the timing is really off, too advanced maybe even the timing belt may have gone wrong! The car was jerking and bucking like a wild horse being fed a rotten carrot or something (Not funny just a metaphor). After retarding the distributor cap to adjust the ignition timing, we tried one last time.

RUN 4
Well, lets just say suspicions were confirmed. There was something seriously amiss with the Chin Chin La. The timing belt may have thrown a tooth and was causing my car to skip timing which could result in my engine blowing. Or, my tensioners holding the timing belt and cam pulley were not properly tightened. Who knows! I guess it is off to the workshop ASAP to get another working timing belt and inspection done on what has been going on with my car.

I guess, that trip to Penang could have been the cause of it all along and i am fortunate enough that the car still functions. So, 1 new timing belt and cam pulley cover and it should be good to go. I will definately be returning to LINKS performance in Sunway for another dyno run. They were really nice about the whole thing and gave me some confidence in knowing how to diagnose the problem. Plus, i was told that a big hinderance was the timing skipping and, that perhaps i might have been closer to my goal of 120whp than what it showed today! I can't wait to get the Chin Chin La fixed and ready to rumble again.

Just a minor bypass operation that could cure the whole problem :) Wish me luck!

FYI - What i got under the hood....

2006-01-12T20:03:00.000+08:00

3 accidents!

Hahaha!

Well, actually, that isn't really funny. Especially when i had to drive a tank (Some old ass 280 se Merc) for about a week. I tell youuuuu, trying to park that thing was not unlike trying to pin the tail on the donkey (Blindfolded of course). I know, i know, some would say i am over exagerating but, you try driving it with no left side mirror! The world was not my oyster even though i had German luxury beneath my feet :P. The sad thing about it is that the car is sooooo ready for some pimp styling!! It's a classic old, loud, not so comfortable, weird smelling leather from the 80's, PIMP MOBILE!!! I can just imagine it now....... Fuzzy dice, gold trim front fender, deep black paint job, a fuzzy dashboard heh heh, tinted windows, some proper seats (The driver's side leans to the right especially in the lumbar/ass region), throw in a kick ass sound system and top it alllll off, with some 19 inch spinners! Oh, and shrink the steering wheel size; i believe it was fashioned more for a bus than a car >:(, ah heck while we are at it lower the sucker too, heh. Sigh... dreams, just dreams....

Anyways back on topic, i think i can count the amount of parts i have on my car with two hands, sad as it may sound but, it is a slow work in progress.

Extractor (Manifold or Header to others)
No name brand. Unfortunately for the financially challenged, branded goods are definately not high on the list. But, i must say the extractor is a living testament to Chinese/Malaysian chin-cai mentality. Basically, it is your standard performance design made well from a 'borrowed' blueprint, hence the lack of a name brand. I wholeheartedly 100% back this particular 'No name brand' accessory. The difference was very very very noticeable. Because i kept my original 1.7 inch S-pipe (Or mandrel bent pipe), my midrange suddenly came alive. Coupled with the Rimus (It is not a typo, yes, it really is the cheap ass Chinese PRC rip off) catalytic converter replacement, my midrange between 3,000rpm to 5,000rpm felt renewed and rejuvenated. Not a bad way to spend your birthday money.

Muffler, Exhaust, Rearbox ... whatever the heck you call it.
Thankfully, i am a man of taste. Blowing RM500 ,including installation, for my Tanabe G Medallion, was in my mind, the most tasteful product i had purchased yet. The sound was exquisite, it wasn't blaring loud nor was it soft. With a 2 inch inlet and 2.25 inch outlet it was perfect for my current application. Freed up some back pressure caused by the not so free flowing OEM twin pipe exhaust i was previously using. Best part of all, i could drive past cops without fear of being pulled over. The exhaust fit neatly where the old was (Like a glove i might add) and had an adapter which connected directly to my existing S-pipe. Purrrr-fect.

Front Strut Tower Brace
Once again. no name brand was involved. The difference was felt immediately when flying around corners. I guess it gave new meaning to the word stability.

NGK Platinum Spark Plugs
Well, not much to say about them but, they do help out my increased ignition timing for that extra, oomph!

K&N Drop-in Filter
It's good stuff, especially when others recommend it over other flashy intakes which apparently do not garner much more power.

Shock Absorbers
Had to change them, all leaking and all, damn it! But, where there is darkness, there is light, in the form of "Uncle's kick ass discount for 'nephew's store!" Proplex absorbers, better than OEM stiffer ride and better handling. 'Nuff said! Only set me back RM550. I was mighty happy :D!

Wow... i guess that leads me to my rims. I dunno where they are from (Haven't asked previous owner) but, they are neat! Apparently they take something like 660kg of pressure, punishment...... whatever.

Ah, all is good in Chin Chin La land.

To Brake or Not to Brake...

2006-01-12T19:44:00.000+08:00

Took a trip to see an "uncle", who sells car parts and such for my car. It was a good trip and once again by the time i left there i was dreaming of all the mechanical goodness i could cram into my car before i die.

Most notably were the steel braided hoses to replace the crap ass rubber OEM POS (Read: pieces of shit). Having just fixed my ABS (Cost: wrong side of RM1,500, actual price was RM1,700), i was very much leaning towards getting a pair of hoses for my car to circumvent any spongy brakes. Last thing i need is my brakes not to respond as they should. Of course, just brake lines (RM180) alone won't satisfy this cat's curiousity. So, i tried to weasel a discount price on a rear strut bar - RM125. I figured nothing was too good for the Chin Chin La, so, i will probably end up getting both in the near future (3 weeks to a month).

The most unfortunate thing about all this is that i wish the car was properly sorted when i first bought it. I guess the old adage is true 'Secondhand car? Secondhand problems.' I can only imagine if i had spent the 1,700 on some cams or something absolutely ridiculus like quad throttle bodies........ All this just to be the most unique Satria GTi, knowing full well there are about a hundred plus thousand other GTi's out there. What a revolting developement.

Cornering on rails with a jet pack?

2006-01-11T23:39:00.001+08:00

Well, not quite :D.

I must say today was interesting. I left work earlier than usual to see the client (All of them shall remain nameless) and on my way back from work..... An interesting run in with a EK Civic hatchback occured.

Given his 'mods' - uber rice rocket fart can noise maker muffler, a fairly large 'Q8 Oils' sticker on side rear quarter panel (That sticker was at least 25hp extra i mean come on 5hp per letter >:D), and Type R rims 5 lug. I was absolutely sure that he was just faking the whole Type R deal.

Given the way he was driving, there must have been a fire somewhere, 'cos we were in medium to light traffic and he was in and out of lanes like he was cross-stitching the air. Of course being the absolute ass i am i followed, much to my dismay.....

At any rpm the EK sounded loud and badass (like every other fart canned car), but it was soon evident that i had bitten off more than i could chew. When i first heard him accelerate it reached a point in time i was sure that for most ricer wannabes he would have shifted but, for what seemed to be an eternity........(CENSORED)..... i was pretty much toast.

Of course, unconvinced of this brutal display of V-TEC i put on my best Wily E. Coyote impression and chased. Evidently he was thinking the same thing and made like Road Runner and left me feeling low, silly and impotent. He turned into Projet, perhaps to have me follow so, he could have a giggle at my incredibly untuned Chin Chin La (Yes, that is what i am calling it from now on). But, i made a u-turn and headed to get some grub.

Ah nothing like learning a lesson the hardway. But, a lesson like that just left me feeling like i need more power. Once again the dreams started....

What if i ........
... but i don't have enough.....
.... D'oh!!

Before i knew it i was already home dejected and upset. With a Spicy Chicken Mcdeluxe meal in hand, i retired to my room turned the dvd player on and watched 2 Fast 2 Furious again. I guess i was the real ricer in the end..... :P

Virgin post, the virgin Chin Chin La

2006-01-11T14:50:00.000+08:00

I should only feel so honoured to be associated with other great blogging minds but then again... I am pompous and full of myself so .... nyah >:D

I guess this blog will probably be about anything and everything i am interested in and everything i am not. Sadly this may also be a place for me to vent (Careful not to read posts made early in the morning as i will be drunk and be callous to whomever i seem to be venting about).

So, to those that might know me and might read the blog, trust me i don't think my writing is any funnier than my speaking. But 'oh well' this is mine not yours, if you don't like it, you can get the f*ck out >:D!!!