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After 25 years of not paying taxes, living off parents, and generally just being a bum, I finally reported in for duty.

Everyone who knows me, even at the slightest of level knows how I tend to make fun of Klang and their inhabitants. I also over play the whole Klang is a deadly place with everyone chopping each other nonsense. As is the world of Karma, Lo and Behold, I was given Klang GH to do my housemanship.

Anyways, the journey from home is pretty far, all the way to Klang, but if I’m not going to be cheap and consider using the Federal Highway, it’s a smooth journey via the Plus highway, avoiding unnecessary aneurism ruptures. I left home at around 7 today and the journey roughly took 45 minutes, with all the traffic lights working against me and with moderate and controlled throttling of the accelerator (this proves to be the hardest task).

As excited as I was to get into the fray, the whole of today was for mere paperwork. Frankly, when I woke up in the morning, I was fairly certain I was ready to get my ass handed to me. As a matter of fact, I was looking forward to it, but alas, it has been pushed behind by a day. The whole of today was dedicated to filling up paperwork after paperwork. In fact, we only finished all the paperwork around 4 p.m.

Wonder how many trees were destroyed for all this paperwork!?

The forms were pretty repetitive and it was quite annoying that every form had to ask if I was married and had kids. Is this some kind of premonition? I took particular pride in filling up the asset declaration form, for rather obvious reasons .

Unfortunately nothing exciting happened. Actually something exciting did happen, I had dinner with Dato’ Seri Ashwar Kumaraguru. It’s pretty nice that he now stays rather near the place of where I work instead of the other end of the world as he previously did. Another exciting piece of detail is that there is a Shell right outside my hospital, which for some reason excites me rather tremendously.

This will be a short entry, as there isn’t much to report; so here’s to tomorrow!

Sunday is supposed to be fun day. Generally you get to laze around till late noon or early evening prior to starting the day with your morning cup of joe {or beer in my case as I dislike coffee}.

It was bright and sunny, and after having a quick pint, I decided that the only deserving thing you should do on a car that was freshly tinted was to wash it. If I was to send it to the shop nearby, it would have only costed RM 12, which includes vacuum and a wash, and possible an hour of my time. Instead, I decided to wash it myself, and what happened was 2 and a half hours of chemically laced fingers.

Before we begin, one has to ensure that they have the important tools of the trade.

You may be wondering, hey, what’s with the Getf1 loyalty? Is it a very good brand? Err no, it was cheap and on a promotional price at Carrefour.

You’re probably wondering, why is he talking about washing his car? It didn’t look too bad during the tinting. Whilst I do not photoshop, my phone does too much justice. Another problem is, I park my car at the house porch. My parents insist on having a botanical garden in the house, which attracts all sorts of bugs and critters into the house compound. To make matters worse, there are two large mango trees who are bountiful in terms of its fruits. Why would you call it worse? Probably because when the mango ripens and falls down, it has direct access to any part of my car. Sometimes, the fruits don’t fall on their own, they are given friendly nudges by bats and other freeloaders whilst they gorge on it.

I have spoken to my parents regarding rectifying the issue and they have fondly reminded me that there is a higher chance of me moving out than them chopping off a tree that is older than me that they have been cultivating for years.

What this basically means is, every morning I wake up to fun surprises on my car. Sometimes its basic things like dead leaves, or dead insects. Sometimes it’s a mango, and at other times, you have no idea, what in the name of the good Lord it possibly could be.

Case in point, twin brownish stains on the hood.

More grime on the windscreen, le sigh, it was flawless last night

The back is not spared either!

So I got down to work and started cleaning it thoroughly. As I did not want to use my phone with my wet hands, I do not have any picture of the car being cleaned, then again what’s so exciting about a foamy car?

Here’s how it was after a thorough scrubbing.

I’d like to think there is some difference between these pictures.

Just as I finished drying up this one, all sorts of nonsense fell from the mango tree, which are the whitish specs you see on the hood. It was pretty annoying to a stage I decided to let it be.

Look at how shiny my tyre is! Just making it shine gets me all tingling inside.

I applied some kind of rain repellent formula whilst washing the windscreen. It’s probably bullshit marketing, but it came free with one of the cleaning chemicals, so I’ll just give it the benefit of the doubt and try to observe when I’m driving in the rain.

It seems God must enjoy playing with me quite a bit. After I spent over 2 hours washing both cars, he figured the best way to reward me was to….make it rain.

If I knew if this was going to happen, I would have just lathered the whole car up in soap and let the rain rinse it out! I wouldn’t have bothered waxing the car. FML.