Ok, last Friday, I was going to work in the morning. It was about a8.55 am, the traffic light in front of Tune Hotel, Maju Junction and Uni.Asia General Insurance building downtown KL was green, everyone was moving past the traffic light. I was on middle lane.

Suddenly, right before I get out of the yellow box line, the traffic stopped. Light was still green. I was the only car still in box. Then the fucker came out of nowhere waving at me pointing the left lane. I wanted to go the right lane way, so I proceeded to the right lane. Middle lane stopped, jammed. Left and right lane got space for me to move in.

So, I thought that fucker was asking me to move into any lane (left/right) so that I don’t block the traffic from other direction. I went into the right lane and 2-3 car spaces further I stopped due to the traffic jam. So I was sitting in the car, when the fucker came on bike (apparently he was chasing me), he knock my window asking me for license and IC. He said he saw me in yellow box and when he asked me to pullover I ran away.

That’s when I got mad. if I want to run away will I choose a traffic jammed road ???? I thought he was manning the traffic and was asking me to move when he appeared out of nowhere and pointed the left lane to me. He said I looked down (pandang hina) on him in DBKL uniform. Had I been stopped by a traffic police, I would’ve stopped and won’t even dare to run away. This is the first time I see a uniformed man felt so disgraced by their own uniform. Geez. They are a real disgrace to the uniformed profession.

He cannot stand people looking down on him and he is even fucking looking down on his ownself and therefore vented out on me, gave me the tiket (saman) by hook or by crook without listening to my reason. I asked for his name and he said he wrote his service number on the ticket, so I dont need his name. Anyway, these fuckers are like police, think they are police but actually they are not and just a traffic warden. He has a name tag with service number and it was nicely hid behind his shoulder belt. They hid it on purpose.

Fuck. Now another bunch of low life joined the traffic police on the road. I went to DBKL today and lodged a complaint. I gotta fix an appointment with the Mayor’s personal assistant to meet the Mayor. I will do it tomorrow. Check the saman amount and it is only compounded to RM150 from RM300. Fuck wei.

Bumi Highway Bhd
Bumi Perkasa Sdn Bhd
Bumipest Sdn Bhd
Dacing Perkasa Sdn Bhd

Then some people came up with these fancy names:

Cina Hebat Sdn Bhd
India Terrer Sdn Bhd
Restoran Susah Dilupakan
Restoran Maxis

This is so hilarious.

I don’t know what to say. I was shocked and speechless when I walked into the newsstand the other day to grab a drink and browse for a magazine. I’ll let you look at the picture and do the thinking yourself.

Why there’s still such primitive culture around? This is so damn fucking unacceptable.

The story is here:

http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2007238,00.html

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Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine
Im leaving my life in your hands
People say Im crazy and that I am blind
Risking it all in a glance
How you got me blind is still a mystery
I cant get you out of my head
Dont care what is written in your history
As long as youre here with me

Chorus
I dont care who you are
Where youre from
What you did
As long as you love me
Who you are
Where youre from
Dont care what you did
As long as you love me
Every little thing that you have said and done
Feels like its deep within me
Doesnt really matter if youre on the run
It seems like were meant to be

Chorus
Bridge
Ive tried to hide it so that no one knows
But I guess it shows
When you look into my eyes
What you did and where youre coming from
I dont care, as long as you love me, baby.

Whose idea is this to put a signboard behind a tree, and another signboard in front of the tree?!

Man… I didn’t even receive a fucking red manila card to notice me my IC is ready for collection when I renewed it after a snatch theft tragedy. All I did was checking it on JPN’s website. Fuck.

All because Mr. Bin is adding our prime minister’s name as his father into his IC… omitting the family’s surname, they treat them like VIP.  What the fuck.

I really don’t know what else to say.

Nissan Vanette window van. I am just wondering what is the purpose of the orange pipe on both side of the vehicle. For a twin-tailpipe look? Ayoyo. Malaysia Boleh.

But to come to think of it… sometime we guys are just like that. We just cant help but to think for the ladies. Here are some instances:

Case 1

Bf: Where you wanna go for dinner?
Gf: Ayoyo. Why cant you fucking decide?
Bf: Geez… you don’t eat much meat because you’re afraid of getting fat and I wanted to eat bak kut teh. So, how?
Gf: ………………………………

Girls are sometime very hard to please. Why cant you tell us what you all wanna eat… if we can compromise, then we’ll say ok. We’re thinking what you girls would like to eat for dinner and just ask if you have any particular preference. Its just that all. If you all want us guys to decide what to eat… you better dont complain if we wanna eat any unhealthy, fatty (i.e. bak kut teh, nasi lemak) food.

Is there a solution pertaining to this matter?

* This post has no intention to offend anyone whatsoever. All characters depicted here are fictional and have no relation to any real life person.

What happen presently is important if you want to read/learn nice history in the future. But then, we cannot alter history. We can only create it. The creation of history is very important. Lets create some good history.

What the future will be is what we work out at present. The future is what we want, what we all are looking for. Well, I dont want time machine to be engineered to give advantage to rivals/competitors/enemies. Stephen Hawkings is right.

A friend is back in town from Wisconsin USA. He contacted me for a meet-up. So, I called up a few homies and told them about it. All of them got no problem except The MBA and Sean. Well, the MBA was still in office and couldn’t make it. Sean? He said he’s fine with the plan if its not a mamak session. Reason? He told me that his dad don’t allow him to go to places with a lot of gangsters… and that include mamak stalls/shops. He (Sean) said his dad don’t want him to get into gang fight. Geeeeeeezz. Holy cow. Before this, it was Kepong. His father don’t let him go to Kepong. Reason? A lot of ah beng gangsters in Kepong.

Sean is from a wealthy family and maybe mamak is way too cheapskate for a drink. How often do we see gang fight at a mamak stall?

* the following is a seperate dedication to Sean (not Jean)

Sean, if you’re reading this, I hope you don’t mind I’m posting about it. I knew you since primary school and I know you are a good son. Obeying your dad is good. Sometime its not that we’re not calling you for meet-up or anything …. its just that mamak stall is our regular hangout place for football, weekly lepak and cheap yet tasty food. You have 3 plasma tv at home with astro decoder for each unit. We don’t.

If we go drinking alcohol, you’re not interested because you don’t even drink shandy. Starbucks? The nearest at Jusco Kepong. Kepong!

Tell me what to do. I’m almost speechless when you told me the mamak thing. No hard feelings ok.