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NBTD, phrs. adj. :- The term "nothing better to do", describes the emotion of boredom - "that man has NBTD rather than collecting carts at the Giant", "wahsey, you NBTD ar?", etc.
Great! It was a Sunday and mom and dad ditched me at home all alone, what else was I to do? mbek, I went out lah what else, first I thought I’d get some grub from McDonalds but then I remembered that I only had RM7.65 in my pocket so I thought I’d go feed my moskito instead. Headed to Shell and filled it up to the choking level and went around Shah Alam some more until I came across the moskito flank again for the second time in a weekend and this time decided to shamelessly trail them. To the stadium. For what you ask?
At first, I thought they were going to watch the go-kart race, but then I heard a lot of aimless screaming and shouting so I pulled over to the side of the road and saw some RX-Zs and 125ZRs zooming around in the parking lot next to the go-kart track doing wheelies, evil knievels, ding dongs, etc and they were surrounded by a huge crowd. It was a motorcycle stunt fest and gathering of hooligans, performed by normal people. Does this sound right? which turd allowed them to do this again? For the hell of it, I parked and put the dual stand on and enjoyed the show. Despite the fact that there’s a huge tree blocking my view, I was alright with it, but the tree seemed to have blocked every drop and collision. Damn. Bah, there wasn’t even paramedics, I knew it was an activity unpermitted. Basically they were doing the same stuff over and over again, until a car came in and took the spotlight. Drifting here and there like he’s in a videogame. Then came another car, this time it’s a 1970’s NISSAN STATIONWAGON! haha lol us spectators we’re laughing our asses off when it first attempted to drift because the back left tyre punctured just as soon as he skidded the tarmac haha I couldn’t stop laughing. I have to admit, there were better performances. Well, at 7PM most of the cycles were setting out but I thought that mean they were going back for dinner, so I went to pick up Adrian and came back to the lot at 8 and everybody was gone, *except* for the stationwagon 
That’s not right! they should have it until the break of dawn, so that we could see more injuries, collisions, and tyres exploding. My hands wasn’t even sore from the clapping yet =(
Being all aimless again, we thought it’d be a waste to let the night go off so easily, so, for the first time, I set out for Bangsar with a passanger on my back. But Adrian thought of going to KL and I thought of going to Jalan Raja Laut to spectate the free "Litar Seri Malam" shows since at every red light there’s an asshole ready to give up his life and his motorcycle. Too far lah! he shouted, so okay lah, since the motorcycle lanes on the Federal highway we’re built by some motherfogger who can’t coordinate signboards well, we ended up on Jalan Maarof in the end anyway.
Someone was in the mood to wet his eyes, so we pulled over infront of a restaurant that *actually* had a parking spot for us poor motorcyclists and headed to the night market on the street where Devi’s Corner was at. I thought we could go to Fuyu or Madam Kwan’s for dinner really but since I forgot to take some extra money, we had to settle for something from the night market. And besides, he was wearing a t-shirt and 3/4 pants which had a whole composition on it and basketball shoes, which in real life, makes you look like an ah long on a budget for clothes or expensive underwear. So the perv went yapping about how there were so many "ang-mohs" there and visited every stall which had a visit from them, especially the ladies. I couldn’t tolerate that so I, for a moment, went seperate ways to check out some other stuff, which is actually nothing much. He bought some QQ (jelly thingy) juice.. shake… thingy and I bought a sugar cane drink, I thought we could pick up some DVDs or what not but it seems like all the sellers are scared shit to do open air business nowadays. This reminds me of something DMX said last time on a promotional ad in MTV.
buy
original
or
die,
fool.
Okay, so there was nothing much for us to see or do, perhaps I’ve just wasted 2.765 litres of petroleum coming to Bangsar for nothing. I couldn’t stop there. On the way back, we stopped by the stadium again, this time nobody was there. It’s our time now. Haha! No lah, we just went around the lot trying to re-create those stunts that the kapcais did, obviously I couldn’t do any since I’m too fogging heavy to do it. Ah well, it’s nothing big, I just thought we could go into Ronnie Q’s or something for a drink, but really our dressing was too oblivious to permit us in, so we just had some fried rice and went home, after we went around Shah Alam visiting some of our friends. Total petrol usage for Sunday? 4.67 litres! thats a new record, everybody!
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