You need this….if you chow regularly in your car

You will need this. Because neither a plate or bowl or any other shaped receptacle will allow you to eat without having to worry about spillage. I used to work in a plantation. So eating out a medical kidney tray was absolutely normal. As when one goes out to the field, weight commands a premium so everything needs to be able to double or triple its function. I guess for most, they need to go beyond the yuck! factor.

Whats around the corner?

Empty Malls

The Covid Calculus

Mathematical models cant really predict how the Covid story will unravel, As the spread of a disease is much more complicated and abstract affair and there are many factors that we can’t pin down in practice, such as exactly how infectious the disease is and how much people will continue social distancing and wearing masks, which are important ways to further reduce the effective rate of infection. Math however is an important tool, but it is just one of many that holds out the prospect of giving us valuable insigbts into the future……… But in the final analysis, the Chapter that ends with live happilybever after. We would all do well to come to terms that daily deaths from Covid that run into the hundreds will simply be a feature of life as mankind heads towards normalcy.

.For me. This reality or calculus is simply the cost of living a normal life. It is a good decision and shoukd some die, it will still be worth it. Besides. Lately, I have begun to wonder whats on the otherside? I am curious.

Thick Girl

I didnt like her when I first set eyes on her ten years ago. She looked clunky and too utilitarian, stripped of all elegance. But after 400,000 kilometers. Thick girl has grown on me. These days I don’t even feel safe and secure driving any other car. Most people don’t realise that machines aren’t dead and lifeless. They have a soul and if you spend enough time with them and give them love and respect, one might even discover they have a character as well as life. And if you invest more of yourself into the cylinder heads and labyrinth of wires under the hood….at some point, they just come alive like Pinnochio. Thick girl isn’t perfect, she has her set of faults, she’s loud like a dumpster truck. Hard to drive in narrow and tight streets in the city. She’s not the Si Wen type (delicate and fragile sort). Rather she’s a girl with really big feet and maybe a faint moustache and when she speaks everyone drops everything and runs to the hills…..but thick girl definitely has her own mind. For example if you try to force her up a hill at full speed without checking on her coolant she doesn’t mind catching on fire and frying you to a cinder. Or if you try to force her to run thru a river without adequate rest, she doesn’t mind impersonating a submarine so she is full of character. She was manufactured just at the cusp of the digital age. When automotive engineers weren’t too sure about relegating everything to the infinite wisdom of the microchip. Hence there’s still an awful lot of analog in her and that simply means she has alot of character and soul that most modern cars don’t.

I know they’re sexier and probably better cars out there….but I think I am stick with thick girl for the next ten years….I just love her.

Ghost Dog

Whenever I drive to the mall carpark for my lunch. This stray settles right next to my car. Usually she just loafs around like a piece of driftwood. I always bring something for her. I used to work and live in a plantation. I am fond of dogs. And we have kindred connection. Most of the security guards have been trying to catch this stray for at least a year. They see it in the CCTV. But for some mysterious reason, they all can’t figure where it stays….I’ve got an idea, but I am not telling. Whenever any of those panting security guards ask me whether I have seen a dog in the carpark….I always shrug my shoulders and give them that look as if they’re asking me about ghost…..ghost dog. That’s her name.

What does P stand for?

I have my lunch in my car these days. In the Covid age. Eating in public is just too much grief…so I drive to some abandoned mall carpark most of the time for lunch. I always park before this alphabet, it probably means P for Parking, but these days being the only car here it might possibly have an altogether unexpected meaning.

Sleeping Monk

I have as many flaws as a dog as fur. But if you ask me what’s my biggest character defect…it probably has to be the fact that I am a complicated man. The way I see it. I am over designed in many areas of my nature in the way Concorde has hundreds of miles of wiring and most of it is simply dead weight and should they be used….they would most probably be switched on once in ten or twenty years. Life should be simple. I took this pic of a sleeping monk in one of my regular hikes. I think it says it all.

On updating my blog

I apologise…if I seem to be switched off of late. It is just that I find it difficult these days to write. Again. I am sorry.