Mitsubishi Lancer EX 1.5 photo Essay

Okay, these are all the photos that I've taken during the test drive of the Mitsubishi lancer 1.5l 4AT which I have not used for the article (click here (yes the blank) to read the article).














This is me sticking out behind a VW Caddy van that goes at warp speed while wobbling it's ass. Mind you, it's a DSG gear box.














The radio display from the Lancer. It's funny, but the display is not bright enough that you can't see shit all the time.



















The 4AT is a joy to use but it moans when tortured.














Over-exposed shot of the lancer.














The new lancer uses a keyless-go key fob. It comes with a trunk release too. Picture shows the old remote with the new one.




















nice neat rear.

Wide eyed wanderer

If I tell you that I'm not afraid of the future, I must either lying or attempting to get the golden horse award. The truth is, I am afraid.

But I am afraid because i dared to take the first step. And that can't be a bad thing.

In my year stint at my previous company, I've come to learn a lot about myself. I wouldn't say my experiences are all smooth sailing. In fact, most of the memories I had in my previous company can be described as "dark". I had to get out of there before the environment encloses around me and suffocates me to oblivion. I'm only stopping short of saying "I hate that place" but that can only be attributed to my own biasness.

So here I stand. With my face to the wind. And the rain pouring down. I walk. A step at a time. Against all doubts and self doubts. I walk. For the future. For the me I want to be.

I walk.

Winds of Change

The winds of change have been blowing. And my time in this phase of my journey is almost gone. With it, everything I have come to see, to feel, to touch in the past year will be but a distant memory. Some of these memories deserve to be buried with the flowing sands of time. But some, I will keep close to my heart, to be cherished together with the passing of the seasons.

Soon, the winds of change will blow me on a journey towards a new unknown. Like a gentle breeze, it caresses me towards a new direction. Yet, this gentle cocooning wind is but a taste of a storm that is brewing. A storm full of promises, uncertainty and unspoken sacrifices.

Amat victoria curam.

Photo blog

Indoor stadium at night. Decided to take photos before the place gets redeveloped into a water-dunno-what-park which I do not have the least interest in.
















Drove this car. Now i'm craving for the power that this car has to offer. But of course, with great power comes great sacrifices. In this case, the wallet. This car guzzles fuel like nobody's business. 5.2km/L !















Steamed prawn in rice wine. Stir fried honey pork and huang di vegetables. As usual, the prawn is a tad overcooked, the pork is just right and so are the vegetables. And I didn't burnt the wok this time.

Bitter sweet

It's a disquieting chill in my heart. Yet I can’t bring it to myself to say what I feel. Ironically, I was in your position once and I know exactly why you rather be doing what you choose to do. Strangely, I had never considered how the other person will feel back then when I chose what you had chosen.

But I know now.

Words elude me when I realize what I had cause in the past. I can only regret in my heart but not in expression.

But at least, this time, the burden is all mine. For that, I am glad.

Whirlwind

Procrastinating is not my usual style of doing things. Yet for the past 2 weeks, I have continuously held back on posting a blog entry. I already have the general idea of what I want to say, but I just didn't have the right frame of mind to sit down and pen down (in this case, type down) the whisperings in my heart.

And at this point, i'm worn out. I just want to rest in preparation for the next phase of my journey through time. But it seems, there is no rest for the wicked.

I just hate unknowns. Pessimism and fear of unknowns are a good combination for curing sleepyness, me thinks.