one of those black tinted, ultra expensive cars tailgates me and starts flashing it lights. on off on off. closer and closer to me. i was already speeding. i can’t cut into the middle lane because there are trucks. flash flash flash.
and the thing is, i know that kalau kena tangkap speedtrap, aku memang akan kena saman, tapi whoever it is in the swanky car will have some sort of jalan so tak akan kena. and the greatest irony is that i am the middle income corporate minion driving a seven year old perodua kelisa whose exhaust is in desperate need of a welding job. and to whoever it is who sits at the back seat of the chaffeur driven black tints, well to him, beberapa ratus ringgit is pocket change, man.
dia datuk. dia VIP. hidup dia lagi penting dari awak.
something is wrong here. seems like if you are rich enough, you become above the law. wait, i cannot talk about this too seriously and i am not going to start talking about politics here. its just that these people don’t mind the summons. and then there is me, who has to fikir berapa kali dulu before deciding if it will be pizza tonight, or chap fan from the corner kedai near my house, or nak masak sendiri something je.
hm. i still have some kailan in my fridge, actually. hm. if i take the chicken out of the freezer immediately when i get home, i should be able to whip something up just in time for the 8pm news. hm. wait, beras takde… but i got noodles. hm. kena boil. hm.
and you thought that was a lousy way to start the morning? oh no, mis amigos, my morning began at 6.30am when the town council, frustrated by the increasing number of dengue cases in the area, decided to fog my entire taman. pagi-pagi buta, asap from the fog floods through all my windows. i know they mean well, but i felt like i was being exterminated. like a bug.
found out that the team captain is pms-ing today. no, don’t even let me start.
now you tell me if you had a happier morning.