The Driving Thing
In the beginning I was thinking about ranting and complaining. As time goes by, I am mellow down. Doesn’t feel like raging any. Rather it is just a let out. It has to be to do with the driving experience in Kuala Lumpur.
Seriously speaking today I almost had twice the mishap. It’s almost. Every single farking time it is just at the edge of it. Whenever I look over at the driver, they aren’t talking or tweeting. They just don’t know how to drive. They drive like they own the road. Owning their farking road. When confronted the excuse were merely I also pay for the road tax. Hello?!! Everyone is paying also. Stop hogging the lane or thinking you are driving the farking Hummer and utilize both lanes. Damn it.
Anyway, the point is that the national car which can be bought at lower price enable almost everyone can drive. This is where the horror is. When any Tom, Dick and Harry driving, they aren’t actually drive. They just trying to make a statement that they exist.
There is one time I promised a friend that I will be joining them to club. However that night I doesn’t feel like going out so I told them that I will fetch them home instead since I stood them up. That night itself, it was drizzling when the friend called me. It was slightly after 3am. I dragged myself out of the bed and went to pick them up. One of them stayed all the way in the Bukit Rahman Putra which is quite a distance from Phuture.
She wasn’t that happy when I went out to pick up the friends. If you can do friends the favor, you would do right? Wouldn’t you? I recalled that she once said why of all the person on earth they would call me. I told her simple. I’ve promise to help and it was freaking 3AM in the morning. Raining and after all, you don’t want to leave them out there alone right?
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