Wednesday, February 28, 2007

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

If You're REALLY Bored

" If it weren't for the Blacks, gays & lesbians. There wouldn't be any Oscars.

In fact, there wouldn't even be a person named Oscar!", Ellen DeGe-something at the Oscar Awards.


Today I was at the lawyer's office alone and I had no work to do. So I made blue corners, and I shall now professionally guide you how to make it too!


Step1: Cut a strip of paper, the width slightly more than the width of a ruler.


Step2: Fold in one end as shown.


Step3: Fold in the other end the same way.


Step4: Cut off the extra paper.

FINISHED! This is how it looks from behind.


This is the front view.

This is the profile view.

At the end of the day, this is how much I made. Quite a lot huh? Hehehe...

SO WHY AM I MAKING IT FOR??? This is what you use it for:


Different colours mean different kind of document. Not sure what it means though hahaha...
However, that's not all you can do with it. Let me demonstrate!
You can play DOMINOES! Artistically looking at it, don't it look like fish bones? Hehehe...
OR:

You can build them up!
Ironic thing that happened, usually there are 3 rulers VISIBLY found. But today, only found ONE! Hence, tower very short.
Was I really that bored? YES is the answer.
*all pics were taken with my super-fly 0.3(zero point THREE!) camera phone...still no money yet to upgrade...
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Something a bit on the disgusting side. I give you the option of NOT reading.
I made Alicafe at the office to drink yesterday. The instant coffee with Tongkat Ali
(NO I DON'T NEED THE EXTRA SUPPLEMENT FYI! that was all there was to drink)
Few hours later when I went to pee, I realized my piss smelt of ALICAFE!
Euwwww...and weird!
"Semakin tinggi, semakin hodoh"
-out-

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Night "Expedition"

The question is "Were you asleep?", today I have learnt.

*WARNING! long post*

I remember my father used to tell me how my secondary school used to have some japanese army activity, or something like that. It was very vague, I was too young to bother. Back then, I was still in primary school, and I didn't care about that school.

Recollecting those stories, it awes me now.

Few hours ago as we sat in the mamak exchanging stories, it gave me (and I'm sure the others too) goosebumps. Although I had heard them before, but tonight was different. The conversation was much more lengthy. More in-depth.

It was past experiences, while some through the grapevine. But all centering the secondary school we shared, except for SmuggCop who hails educated brains marinated from across the causeway. That wasn't sarcasm btw.

Back to where I was, there were stories, mostly occuring during the guidance of the night skies, about seeing other forms of existence. Like humans and a cat that kept disappearing. Others about hearing footsteps on the roof of the hall, or even marching clicks at the staircase. Some even saw the field covered perfectly with a clean sheet of mist just before the break of dawn. Wonder whether there would be good phone coverage down there? Anyways, more stories, just no time for it here. Sorry.

So at midnight, someone asked "let's visit DJ?" (DJ being the shortform of the school's name), and I said WHY NOT?! Relying on my answer and voiced opinion, everyone agreed.

But we only left once we cleared our bladder hehehe...

The expedition team: Me, BigD, SmuggCop, AlcoP, Drifter, RRonaldo, SmokerD, and DoubleG.

This would mark my second visit to the school at night, the first being somewhere nearly 2 years ago, but we merely lingered around the carpark coz the gate was locked. This time, excited and scared shit of what MAY or may NOT appear before us, we were replenished with enthusiasm with BigD's comment that the gate had been destroyed by him and a few others.

So we arrived there and parked the cars. Ironically, the night sky overlooking DJ had ALWAYS been a purple shade. We noticed that it was purple everytime we visited it, a freaky conclusion. A purple sky is usually beautiful, but THERE it seemed too freaky. Anyways, we made our way up the stairs to the gate, each giving silly remarks like bashing the guard up if he came, or anyone that gets possessed hahaha...

The gate was locked -_-''

Now the school isn't hard to break into. Throught the back way, there are 3 routes:
1- Unfenced field. But it is in a horrendous state, stepping into it could suck you 6 feet into a self-made grave.
2- Hillside pathway. Usually used by students when the gate is locked. Self-made and surrounded by trees. REJECTED BECAUSE: unseen holes and drains, and you never know what's lingering under those trees. And I don't mean organisms.
3- Over the gate. Climbing over is no prob, but what shit we would get into if we bumped into our not so human counterparts. There were 8 of us, and only 2 could climb at each time. Things could glide our way MUCH faster.

So we ended up at the top of the stairs figuring our way. Arguing and contemplating. We even thought of removing the gate since it was kinda possible, it just needed a lift. DoubleG needed to piss, and kept rushing us to decide. He insist he wouldn't piss unless in a peaceful environment. As if the night was throwing daggers at us =P

The sane-est route was climbing over the gate. Shit. I SOOOO friggin believe the existence of others. We share this place. Just "don't disturb them and they won't disturb you", was what I held on to. But if you had an easy way out for running, why not? ;) Climbing over the gate, not so wise.

BigD came up with the idea of a coin toss. Head's we climb, tails we leave. But RRonaldo wasn't keen on the climbing as was some of the others (including me :P), yet we persisted with the coin toss.

BigD says he tossed it and gets a 'head'. SmokerD says he didn't see him do the toss. And Drifter agrees.

So BigD tosses again, and HEADS! Decision has been made.

When suddenly...





Two cars comes into the parking space and parks beside our cars.


"Got car la. Sekali police ar", AlcoP replies. Couldn't be police la...


Then I see the chequered lining at the doors of the driver's side, and the twin Lego-like blue block on the car.

It friggin' IS police! WTH?

My only theory was that the guard informed them, or the police which is just next to our school, saw suspicious people roaming around DJ.

Maybe they thought we were trespassing. Shit. (I know school got nothing nice to trespass, but hey if the men in blue can earn extra...)

"DAMN! I didn't even bring my wallet la! No money now to give", Drifter quirkily remarks and sniggers, then continues "Nvm, just say we from KL coming to visit our ex-school. Just cool man. We going back to KL tomorrow, no time to come. We miss DJ!".

Those men in blue didn't even bother about us. The other car that came, wasn't a patrol car. Maybe some illegal activities were going on. Or else why they didn't even question us? Not a single word. They just stood in their ring of members.

So they ruined our plans big time. We just drove off as soon as possible. Never trouble trouble, unless trouble troubles you, you know?


Thrilling night, yet anti-climaxed. Damn?

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Fire-ry Fire-ry Night

Hello to blue-minded Yvonne and Vinitha for visiting this site!

Fireworks.

It's nice to play, nice to see.

Just don't be stupid, and hurt yourself. Of course, don't need to be so jakun either.

The other night, while everyone else were either busy burning off hundreds of ringgit worth of fireworks or watching the air display, stood this bunch of grown-ups with a small plastic bag.

They were at the other end of the street, directly opposite my house. Anywayz, my family and I were out in the porch watching the display, when we noticed the bunch hurrying so excitedly.



"WAAAAAH!", one exclaimed happily.

Another snapped and clicked with his mobile phone to the "sight".

The "sight" on the road, was a spinning gasing.

You know the "gasing" firework. The one you light up and it spins around on the floor for less than 10 seconds with sparks? Yep, THAT one.

They were so into that spinning thing. First timers I guess. Oggling, maybe drooling too. Hehehe...

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This reminds me of something that happened pretty long ago. There were a big bunch of kids(including me) in my neighbour's house. And the stack of fireworks were laid on the floor. All in a BIG plastic bag.

And I foolishly lit a gasing and it went spinning its way to the stack of fireworks! HAHAHAHA...


More gasings started spinning, bumble bees went off, mercun ayam went clucking away, coloured flames around! Not forgetting indulging smoke!

*still laughs*

Luckily not ALL the fireworks went to waste though. Hehehehe...


And last time it wasn't so funny to me hahahaha...


Malu-malu kucing katanya tentangku,
Apatah lagi kalau perihalkan dia!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

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Oh yea, I forgot.

Happy Valentine's Day to all of you out there.


If the day mattered much to you, then I hoped you enjoyed it.


I'm not being passive about it, but there's 364 other days? Why today?





Or why not everyday?

"I Just Don't Love You No More"

She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because I am such a hottie
I like her for her
Not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me
There must be something there that I don't see

-Blessed Union Of Souls "Hey Leonardo"-


The 3 lane road was cramped, due to the traffic light ahead.

Today I wasn't a selfish ass. I took the bus. I did not hog the already congested roads of JB.

I stood while clinging onto the steel bars. All the seats had been taken, but it did not matter. The journey, wasn't too long. Besides, I had already squashed my bums long enough at work.

Clinging I said, because just a few minutes before, the emergency brakes had been hit. Damned motorcyclist suddenly cut into our lane and forced all inhibitants of the bus to be shocked off our feet!

Anyways the bus stood station, and I soon noticed everyone's head swerve to the right. I followed the suit.

A lady dressed in white, caught all our attention. Not because of her skimpy clothes, or even her bare tatooes. Nor was it because of her 'looks'.

It was because of where she was. Walking in the center of the road. The barely walkable divider.



Where NO ONE walks. The divider is JUST a divider. Not a pathway.

I had no idea where she actually came from, but she sure did grab a lot of attention. Unwanted attention. Maybe her car had broken down. Maybe she was gonna buy petrol. The petrol station was just slighty ahead.

But her stuffed expression did show otherwise. Never had I seen a person so pissed because of a stalled car.

Suddenly, she turns around and retracts her footsteps towards a white Honda. Maybe she forgot her keys? Or money? The car had tinted windows, it was hard to see.

But she did go to the driver's window. That I saw.

For quite some time she was at the window, before she continues walking back the way she originally was heading. This time, with her handphone and purse in each hand, but also much more pissed. Her face furious. She continues walking till she's ahead of the bus.

The light turns green, and the bus makes its way ahead of her. I noticed now, her face was no longer filled with fury.


She wasn't frowning, or clentching her teeth in anger.

Instead, her eyes were streaming with tears, her lips shaking with doubt. She grabbed even more attention now, no matter how hard she wiped her tears away, no matter how fast she walked, no matter how she tried to turn away.

And the white car just zoomed pass her. She could care less to notice it go by.

I found it was just too cruel to break-up on a road. If indeed it was a break-up that is.

No matter how horrible a person may be, but to let them just literally walk back home? In the middle of a congested road? Eyes everywhere?

That's just plain cruel.


And on Valentine's?

Indeed a wonderful surprise
!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

All The Way, Underwear!

I walked around CS today after work, and into The Underwear Shop I went. I find it amusing, the name of the shop. Straightforward.

Very direct.

Very original too :P

I walked into THE UNDERWEAR SHOP and looked through the shelves. Pop comes the guy sales assistant. I know its their job, but sometimes I just prefer to walk around myself. He went:

"This is made of cotton. Very nice. Comfortable."

"This one like codroil (did I spell that correctly?) material. Very comfortable."

"This one semi-something very smooth. Very nice to use."

"This is limited edition. ONLY during Chinese New Year can get. See the material very good one. The band also, gripping one. Got 10% discount."

"How bout boxers? Here got this one."

"See the rack, all the different types there."

Wow. I got introduced to the Underwear Family!

But is it usual for anyone else to have company when buying underwear? I'm sure I can open the box and feel the cloth myself. And all the sizes are there on the shelf. Don't think I need help streching my hand or opening my eyes wider.

Needless to say, I didn't get any. I wasn't planning to buy anyways, but since I said "no" to all his suggestions, think it wouldn't be nice to go back on my word to him.

Or maybe just the ego. Since I already turned him down XP

I'm so cruel to sales assistants. It IS their job.

But I'd like some privacy too sometimes :D
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I HAVE SPLURGED!

Hahahahaha... I bought a new Quicksilver sweater and a pair of DC shoes.

I have never been a DC fan, and I actually wanted to get Nike sneakers. But safe to say, I could buy myself FOUR (4) pairs of DC shoes before I could afford ONE (1!) pair of Nike's. So DC shoes it is. Simple, but nice.

Oh! And I had my eye on a sweater in Reject Shop. There were like five of it on the rack. Saw it last week, but since $$$ wasn't out, I couldn't buy em'.

Today I went to Reject Shop and NO MORE! DAMN!

Could have save some cash. And it was nice.

Oh well, at least I got Quicksilver! ;D

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Mr. Potato

Pronounced as: Mister Poh-Tah-Toe!

Ate at Kenny Rogers today.

First time in my life. Can you believe it?

So left behind.

But anyways, didn't know what to order, so I ordered the Jacket something something which is actually Baked Potato.

I get to choose 3 additional side dishes aside from that. So I skimmed through the menu and ordered Potato Salad. Yummy! I love potato salad. Mayonaisse and cold.

Then I looked through the menu again, something Savoury Rice, Garden Salad, Fruit Salad, and blah blah blah.

Mashed Potato. That sounds nice compared to the rest. So I took it.

Looked through some more and took the Tomato, Cucumbers & Onions. Hehe get muffin with the dish too.

Actually all the dishes also got muffin, which was not bad.

Then only later when the food arrived I realized, THREE different types of potatoes! OMG! I like potatoes, but THREE DIFFERENT TYPES?

The waiter must have thought I was a carbo-addict or something hahaha

And I had to stuff myself coz I had work at like in 15 minutes time! Gosh I was so scared it would make me feel sleepy at work! You know how tired you get when you eat too much? You just wanna take a nap, even when you're busy?

Lucky me that didn't happen. First thing coz 2 of my friends have filled the vacancy at the cheque clearing company. So I had someone to talk to. (Although I already had a friend there, but he's been deported to the other side of the office. Don't know why though.)

But as good as having them around, I didn't wanna disturb their concentration since it was their first day. Not good to be such bad influence.

Then secondly, SO LUCKY we finished at 5 today! That's early coz normally we finish at 6.30. Saved from the Potato Effect I say.

(The Tomato, Cucumbers & Onions had surprisingly ONE piece of tomato. The people there sure know their grammar.)

Another thing, few weeks back me and my friends had a bbq party and I made Potato Salad for the party.

Yes me. I know how to do somethings in the kitchen. Believe it. It's true. It's not great, but my Potato Salad is edible k. I like it. I'm sure you won't mind eating it either.

Although embarassingly enough, I have no idea how to cook rice. Yep. Basic, yet not so simple.

Anyways so I brought the salad I made to the party and EVERYONE didn't believe I made it.

They kept INSISTING my mom made it. They didn't take my word but whacked my salad.

So much for friends heh? Ishkkk. Doesn't mean if they don't cook, I can't cook as well.

Or at least I try to cook?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

School Tales

One night I learnt the meaning of 'transvestite'. I got excited with such new knowledge. I HAD to annoy d-o-double-G with the word the very next day at school.

So I asked him: Hey are you a transvestite?

d-o-double-G: What is that?

I repeated: Are you a transvestite?

d-o-double-G: What's a transvestite in the FIRST place?

Me: Just answer yes or no. So are you a transvestite?

d-o-double-G: Tell me first what it means?! (irritation growing bigger)

Me: Just answer yes or no la.

Well, you get the picture. The conversation just went on like that. I was bent on annoying him that day. He was getting frustrated with every same question I posed. I gleamed. Excited with my successful achievement of annoying him.

The day continued, and he began to ignore me. My existence. But do you think I cared? I went on and on and on.

"Are you a transvestite?"

"SO ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT A TRANSVESTITE?"

"OI! You're a transvestite or not? ANSWER LA."

Finally I had enough fun with him. And I decided to let him know the meaning. But not so easy. He'd have to find out from a third person. Of course he didn't agree, but through my persuasion he finally agreed, when I managed to convince him it was a good word. Nothing obscene. Yea right.

Oh, did I tell you, he'd have to ask our english teacher what it meant? The teacher, let's call her Watermelon, for quite the handle-full reason. She was every bit a woman. The way she walked, the way she annoyingly blinked her eyes, the way she talked.

Oh yes, the way she looked as well. Put it simple, there were guys crazy enough to join the Swimming Club, in the unimaginitive hope of seeing her in a bikini. Or something close to that.

NOT ME! She was a good teacher. And that's just gross. Back then, she was almost twice my age. And I knew how to respect teachers.

Come on, they're teachers! Euwwwww....

Anyway it was so friggin' funny. d-o-double-G said: Teacher, are you a transvestite? (with such a straight face, and me from the other end of the class, turning red with laughter. Like now, as I remisnisce this memory.)

Watermelon just stared at him, eye brow raised, eyes blinking wickedly. He thought he was in deep shyt.

Watermelon: WHAT?! Why you asking this question? Why...What...Do you even KNOW the meaning of transvestite?!

Aaaaah all eyes on me. d-o-double-G let her in on what was going on. Got called over to her table.

Hehe good thing she didn't explode. ( Not literally. Although that would have been possible :P )

So d-o-double-G learnt a new word that day. Thanks to me.

I'm like a mobile educator aren't I?

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*transvestite: A person who dresses and acts in a style or manner traditionally associated with the opposite sex.

Thanks to SmarterChild for the definition.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Hormonal Problem?

Yarriba arriba,
Por ti sere' por ti sere'
Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero
Soy capitan,
Soy capitan,
Para bailar la bamba!

I just watched La Bamba over the weekend ;D

A few days back while I was still in Seremban, cuz Sash starts talking about her theory on Raven's (from "That's So Raven" on Disney) weight yoyo-ing problem.

Sash: Look at this part. She was thin! Now look at her, put on so much weight ready. Think she got hormonal problem la. That's why she gain so much weight and look so big.

Then the day after we saw one of our other female cousin, and I went:

"Hmmmm she looks so different now. Bigger la. Maybe she also got hormonal problem!"

*said with a trying-to-be-smart tone*

Sash rolled her eyes and went "haiyoooooo!".

Then the following day, she starts bout my pimple outbreak. How once my face was clearer than hers, but no anymore. And I replied, with scrutinized eyes:

"Maybe I've got hormonal problems!"

...which she got very benggang hahahahahaha and went: NOW EVERYTHING ALSO HORMONAL PROBLEM LA?!

No no I don't mean the SAME kind of hormonal problem like Raven or my female cousin. But doesn't hormones cause pimples too? Or did I read wrong? Lol.

NOW, I'm just wondering. My dog, a bitch, she's been having terrible fur loss. Maybe she has got .....

LOL.

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Just switched my blogging account to using my gmail account last night. Much easier to navigate stuff now without the html codes. Was just wondering, if anyone knows, does this easier-to-navigate-without-html_mind_boggling system work on other skins, ie NOT the free skins by blogger too? Please inform me, save me the time finding out myself right.

Added a few new addictive links on the sidebar:
- Caroline: USED-TO-BE frequent blog updater. (notice the USED-TO-BE carol?)
- craSy Yvonne: loud bashing self proclaimed princess but actually a monsta OBSESSED with the colour blue and her hubby. She is also secretly in love with me.
- Janice: blogger with an unfathomable mind for unforseen remarks and reactions. Writes to make a buck. Most importantly, my cousin.
- SriChantique: blogger from across the causeway, with an amazing penchant for writing. Like cooking your own food, worth every second of your life.

The others there on the addictive list, don't need much introduction, are well established bloggers. *laughs*

Added a reader counter at the foot of the blog. Number still very small though hahahaha. So I'm gonna frequent this page much more hahahahahaha

Oh last but not least, cuz Yujin intro-ed me to Miss Swan on youtube. And OMG its so friggin' hilarious! To me.

Its very idiotic kinda humour which I don't think would be SIL's taste of bonkers, that kinda thing, but after watching a few of it, I'm pretty hooked!

Youtube her and see for yourself if its your kinda prick.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Just A Worry

I was not surprised when you did not reply my text at such an odd hour. You must have had a long day. You must have been tired. I did not persist much further, you needed rest.

I was taken aback, into a confused state of many questions when you did not reply my text again. Those repetitive words jumbled into one text over and over again, sent one after another, would have certainly sent your hp on a ringing marathon. At a time of day when you would most definitely be awake, aware, and messing around, I was getting to a point of uneasiness.

Why wasn't there a response?

Why wasn't I getting on your nerves?

Why weren't there any messenges venting out some anger my way?

This was unusual. Did I do something wrong?


So I rang you up, and what a warm welcome I received! Obviously I wasn't expecting this. You rarely sent me into this direction. The smooth and calm voice that received me were not pleasant nor welcoming to my ears. I am used to, and absolutely look forward to the hyper yet slightly secretive voice of yours. This indeed was a change:

" I'm sorry. The number you have dialed could not be reached... "

Maybe you were on the line. So I waited and called you back after a few more minutes.

Still the same reply I got.


Worried. Please forgive me for my sickeningly stupid wild irritating sense of imagination. I somehow have the ability to look at things from the unwanted view at uncalled times. I do not intend to, but it just happens. Something of a sub-conscious act. If you only could read my mind, you would understand the melancholic thoughts that devulge my mind.

I really don't know where these thoughts stem from. Or even why I am capable of thinking of such. Its just friggin' weird. And scary. Not just this time, but many times before. I freak myself out. Even when its such a miniscule misintepretation. My OWN misintepretation at that.

But you have no idea how much that singular word text messenge meant. Everything began to resemble the normal vivid life I thought I had lost grasp with. Just that one word made me feel so much better.

Just that one word that rhymed with yellow and fellow and bellow...

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Noticed

I saw a cheque:

Ringgit Malaysia One Million ONLY.

-_-!!! wow. Only.

I was up in Penang for Thaipusam. In the crowded streets, among the busy-ness of the day & night & traffic, pranced groups of indian fellas.

I just found it irritating that they blast their tamil-techno songs and "dance" like they're damn blardy great, when they have nothing to do with the festival.

Anyways, there were 2 guys dancing. Rather intimately and rather provocatively. It disgusted me. Imagine butt-grinding if you must, but with two possibly wastedly drunk guys.

And its also weird how these guys end up "dancing" with a group of guys only. You dont see a girl anywhere near them.


One more thing I've noticed, it is MORE common to find a maliayee man and a teo chew woman getting married than any other combo. I have yet to find a conclusive reason for this, but further research will be continued. Donations to support my useful cause is encouragingly accepted.

-leftover update-

* People who dance to tamil songs, make VERY good shufflers.

* Saw a pair of eagles gliding around outside our hotelroom in Penang. They looked so calm and majestic and without worry. Just gliding round and round above the sea. Got me fooled for a kite, but won't it be great to just fly?

"Now everybody can fly too"? I really wish I could AirAsia ;D

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(absolutely hillarious to me)

A horse and a chicken are playing in a meadow.

The horse falls into a mudhole and is sinking. He calls to the chicken to go and get the farmer to help pull him out to safety. The chicken runs to the farm but the farmer can't be found. So he drives the farmer's Mercedes back to the mudhole and ties some rope around the bumper. He then throws the other end of the rope to his friend, the horse,and drives the car forward saving him from sinking!

A few days later, the chicken and horse were playing in the meadow again and the chicken fell into the mud hole. The chicken yelled to the horse to go and get some help from the farmer. The horse said, "I think I can stand over the hole!" So he stretched over the width of the hole and said,

"Grab for my 'thingy' pull yourself up." And the chicken did and pulled himself to safety.

The moral of the story: If you are hung like a horse, you don't need a Mercedes to pick up chicks.