In conjunction with the Open House, we also had the presentation of homegrown notebook computers to needy schools and non-profit organizations such as orphanages, OKU associations etc. On that day 9 schools and organizations providentially enough would be receiving the subsidy of Government, presented by the Minister himself.

On that day the Minister being a Minister had probably 20 other invitations to attend, 15 other meetings and 10 other site visits. Haven’t we all heard the saying like “Sibuk mengalahkan Menteri”? So during our Open House, the Minister was an hour late. Although he was yet to arrived, everyone was already enjoying themselves to the huge spread of delicacies, while networking with the high-profile guests.

As usual, it was my role to emcee the event. Since the guest of honour was still not around, I walked about mingling with crowd. I stopped at one table to chat with my media friends but little that I know, a Pakcik, nicely dressed in blue Baju Melayu with songkok, looking so respectable and demure, was fuming mad!

His brows creased when he looked at me and he asked impatiently, “ TUNGGU APA LAGI NI??” . I smiled and said sorry but we need to wait for the Minister to arrive.

“PUKUL BERAPA DIA NAK SAMPAI? PUKUL 7?? SEKARANG NI DAH 5.30! SAYA NAK BALIK JAUH, SAYA NAK BALIK PERAK, DIA NI NAK BALIK KELANTAN!” he continued while pointing at another man beside him. The man didn’t dare even meet my eyes.

“Sekejap lagi, dia on the way, jalan ke Bukit Bintang memang jam sikit..” I replied honestly not making facts up.

“PERGILAH TELEFON DIA! NI DAH LAMBAT NI… ORANG NAK BALIK JAUH.. PERGILAH TELEFON… BLA BLA BLA….”

I didn’t wait for him to finish, I got up from my seat and I said “Nak buat macam mana…. Dia (the Minister) lagi besar (higher ranking) dari KITA…Kalau saya lagi besar dari dia boleh le saya marah-marah dia…”

I stopped my sentence there before I add some colorful words like “YOU”, “UNGRATEFUL”, “OLD”, BASTARD”. the Pakcik must have continued to bitch about how late he was from starting his journey home but I left and I didn’t even wanna look at his face.

For your info, the invitation said that the Open House is from 4.30pm-7.30pm. So technically the event was still going on and the Minister couldn’t be call late until it’s 7.31pm, am I right?

Also for your info, the Pakcik is a representative from one of the associations that was going to receive NOTEBOOK COMPUTERS FREE OF CHARGE! I REPEAT FREE OF CHARGE!

FROM THE MINISTRY THAT MINISTER HE BITCHED ABOUT FOR BEING LATE WHEN HE WAS NOT EVEN LATE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!

AND HE BITCHED AND HE SCOLDED US WHILE HE ATE OUR FOOD AND HE SAT ON OUR CHAIR IN THE COMFORT ON A FINE DINING RESTAURANT WITH AIR-CONDITION FULL BLAST.

Never once he said thank you. Not for inviting him to the Open House. Neither for selecting his association as the recipient of the brand new computers. Tell me dear readers, what shall I call this man?

I have settled for Orang Melayu Tak Sedar Diri.

Sekian Terima Kasih.

On a lighter note, here are some pics of me and my friends at the event.

2. Stupid warung waiter/waitresses. I am sitting at this end of the table.. Why on earth do you have to serve food and drinks on the other end laaa??? Why? Why? Why?? Where do you keep your common sense? Celah ketiak is it? Ayoo.. very hangit ok!

3. Dementia drivers. Hello! If you have only Touch & Go card, how do you think you can go through the Smart Tag lane? Cannot bro! Cannot! The technology is not there yet. Then you have to reverse your car and do you know that queue behind you is all the way to Sg Bulohl… FROM SUNWAY TOLL!! Tampar kang nak?!

4. Mainland China mentality. Materialistic and kiasu wtf. What are these people thinking? Faking eggs using chemicals when they know they could kill people? This is Malaysia la.. this is not China! We don’t feed other poison just so we can buy Lolek watch and Fellali car.. ppfttt

5. Ignorant parents. I perfectly understand that junk food is served at kids’ birthday parties but junk food can come in three main types ie a) sugar laden type. b) no nutritional value type and c) sugar laden no nutritional value MADE IN CHINA type.

Please stop feeding your kids (AND MINE MOST IMPORTANTLY) type c because (read no. 4). Please bake your own cookies and make your own jellies to serve at these parties. Most parents like me would immediately die of choking when they see their kids eating what looks like OREO only spelled OBEO despite the identical blue color plastic wrapper. Kalau tak nak bake jugak, let me know beforehand. I am happy to sponsor Chipsmore and Ribena for your kids’ party.

Haishhh..

Go ahead my lovelies! Go ahead! Myself and the rest of our married (especially with kids) friends are very happy for you. We wish you all the fun and success and wealth so that you can shop till you drop and travel up to the moon. It would be nice if we could go with you, but we rather not.

I said WE RATHER NOT. It’s not like we cannot afford the bling-bling accesories, the trip to Middle East and the late night partying, but our lives are different now, our source of HAPPINESS is different than yours.

So when I say “How nice you could go to Europe for a month with your girlfriends!” that’s just me doing the formality and being nice. I do want to go for a trip to Europe but not without my family! I am a Mom now, without my baby, there is no HAPPY!

So please quit saying how sorry you are that I cannot join your all singles trips and parties and shopping sprees. Please stop saying as though the married ones are losing out on life. We are not. Europe will always be there when I wanna go there, but the spouse and babies? Are you sure you are getting any?

*matilah molotz puaker*

Haha! Yeah. It’s blog bitching time.

No. 1. I hate talking with stay-at-home-moms (SAHM). Not all but some.

Ladies, with me you can speak of a lot of things like shopping, Botox injection and susuk, green technology and nuclear power, the extinction of dodo birds, cooking and recipes, football, blogging, Iphones and BB, national income disparity, the murder of arwah Sosilawaty, foresight and future studies, shoes and handbags, the national frustration among women with the marriage of Dr Sheikh Muzaffar! You name it!

But of course, when we moms get together, we tend to talk about kids, parenting and occasionally, marriage life. One thing I cannot stand SAHMs is the fact that they try very hard to express to us full-time-working-moms; that their role as SAHMs is not only as challenging as ours but MORE!

Look, I am not gonna deny that you can get very tired doing laundry and many a times your husband nags about his mismatch socks and cari sepender tak jumpa la apa bagai… But come on, don’t say it as though we working moms don’t have to deal with all that!! Apa ko ingat aku kerja opis aku tak payah basuh spender laki aku ke? Puhhleeesszz! I am like the Queen of hilangkan spender okkkk?

Please understand we working moms too have to deal with scrubbing the toilet and making dinner and all. Not all of us have maids, ok?

And No. 2, there’s another type of women that is slightly on the heavy side but has self-esteem in the weight of a fragment of Miki’s spender cut into 12. Why am I still talking about spenders?

Anyway, I think we all have become so used with what’s happening in the television. Ugly Betty, Shallow Hal etc whereby the slim or skinny tends to say mean things to the fat and heavy. But come to think about it, that hardly happen in real life anymore or perhaps the norms are really turning around because nowadays I tend to see curvaceous women are using harsh statements about slimmer women so seriously and so unnecessarily.

It is as though they are using dissing slim people as some form of motivation or self- cajoling aka menyedapkan hati sendiri or something like that.

For example the other day I was eating with a curvy friend and you all know I eat like there’s no tomorrow and couldn’t give a rat’s ass about dieting. So I don’t see why the other woman suddenly get defensive and said

“You know, I don’t care about dieting. I love myself. Don’t people realize that curvy is more beautiful and sexy? Who wants to be so thin and skinny? I think that’s so ugly! I bet all men wants a bit of flesh on the girls they are dating!”

Tu diaaaa… ko tak sedar ke ko tengah cakap dengan Diyana aka Orang Lidi ni???? I don’t think saying that is fair to those who were born thin like me. I didn’t choose to have high metabolism, if I did get to choose I would have gone luscious Rihanna, Kim Kardashian or Rozita Che Wan or something…

And then there are other women that love to say things like “Laki aku tak suka pompuan kurus-kurus ni…. Dia suka yang gebu-gebu..” Tak pasal-pasal! Masalahnya aku tak pun cakap pasal laki aku suka giler kat Kate Moss supaya secara tak langsung aku nak cakap kat ko yang aku ni macam Kate Moss kan? Lagipun ada aku kisah laki ko suka pompuan kering ke pompuan debab? Motippp?? Aku tak hingin kat laki ko dan laki ko pun tak hingin kat aku. So quit it! You are annoying!

Every time I got into this kind of situation I would quickly assess back the conversation and see if I have triggered her to make such statements. Perhaps I have unintentionally bragged about how pretty slim people can be or what not. If I did I am sorry I didn’t mean to make these plus size women feel insulted but most of the times I wasn’t talking about health and beauty or husband’s preference at all!

Come on, we are adults now, we are almost 30 years old. Haven’t these women realize that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. I have so many plus size friends that I find gorgeous (read : Kak Ani, Badriyah, Liza etc) are more attractive than some of my slimmer friends and ME! If slim women can be open and admit that their curvy friends are gorgeous while still loving themselves and be confident, why can’t these curvy ladies feel the same?

Kesian ok kat orang kurus-kering!!

Don’t say I never warned you! Close the page now.. go!

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I knew all my readers are keji! Hahaha

Here is the story. Very late last night Azman and I detected symptoms of The Tarik cravings. If we don’t get a dose soon we will die. Ok that’s too extreme, we would not die, we would only try to kill each other. In front of Miki.

Which brings us to Diyanazman’s household rule no1 – No matter what kejiness that we have to do, don’t do it in front of the kid! So far we have managed to really behave in front of Miki except for one – hanging around the house in our underwears.

No you haven’t come to the keji part of this entry yet.

At Al-Ehsan in BK3 last night, we chose a table under the big angsana tree for the fresh air. At the table next to us was a bunch of guys and at the table on our left was two women. The fellas were not smoking and that was the reason we chose that table for ourselves. After we ordered our drinks and food, cancer stick smoke started to blow our way. Out if my curiosity, I looked around searching for the source.

All the five guys weren’t smoking, who could it be? I looked to my left at the least suspicious suspect. The two women!!! OMGGGGG!

It was them! *pengsan*

OK, I may be kampong hanya Tuhan membalas but nope, I am not that conservative. Several of my girl friends smoke and I don’t mind at all. Just not in front of the kid, remember? But these women…. For goodness sake, they look as awkward as Shakira Waka Waka Eh Eh wearing her belly dancing costume dalam Masjid Negara sambil membaca Yasin. Boleyy??

Pls don’t get me wrong. I was very much shocked. Actually they look almost like religious teachers – Ustazahhh ok, Ustazahhhh!!!! *pengsan lagi*

Both were respectfully clad in long sleeves shirts, long pants and nice, decent, very proper hijabs that covers their head down to their bellies.  One of them was wearing thick glasses that fit perfectly on her face that would make any moms would berkenan nak buat menantu. Kalau muda?!!! Masalahnya TUA!!! They were almost 40 I must say!! Tanda-tanda menopause ke apa kejadah makcik-makcik ni??

And the makciks were puffing Marlboros.

Sedut… hembusss…. Sedut.. hembusss.. puffing with style…..

They were ghastly. Quite a horrible sight to look at. But trust me I have met many ghastly people and hardly any made it to the blog. But these women marked some memories inside my head BECAUSE MIKI NOTICED THEM TOO AND MIKI FOLLOWED THEIR PUFFING ACTIONS!!!!

What the hell!??

Miki stared at them for about less than a minute, I asked him ‘Miki tengok apa?” before Azman moved his baby chair so that the ghastly women would be behind his back. But at that time it was too late. Miki put his cupped hand at his mouth, pout as though sucking the smoke, removed his hand and exhale. He repeats that a couple of time.

Kalau korang jadi aku korang stress tak?

Miki is too sharp a kid. He absorbs infos and acts and antics like a sponge. I don’t think he wouldn’t understand if I explain what is and why he should not be smoking. He doesn’t get to such a sight too often, not even his parents smoke at all. So I distracted him with roti bakar and hopefully he would forget the whole thing.

I don’t know if this even has a moral of the story or not. But one thing for sure, I know parading around your own house in underwear wouldn’t cause cancer.

Say no to tobacco, peeps!

As I was clearing stuff from the many boxes that are taking an eternity to organize I found my collection of Impiana magazine since 5 years ago. They are not so many but I realized I stopped buying them once Miki was born and started to follow this local  interior decoration (id) magazine again this year.

I love Impiana. When it comes to id, the best source of idea for me is of course the world wide web but Impiana can offer great fresh ideas on paint colors, furniture, style, decorative items etc that suit the locals, budget and of course their suggestions are possible to obtain.

You see, too much web browsing is giving me this globalizing decor ideas and I ended up wanting a zebra rug that God knows I will never get! Mana nak cari kat M’sia ni? Rug monyet kongkang boleh la dapat kot! Itu pun haiwan terpelihara! hmmph!

This year alone, I think I have bought about 4-5 monthly copies. I love the content but I keep finding myself just admiring the pictures but not reading the content.

BECAUSE IF READ THE WORD PERCIKAN ONE MORE TIME AND A VOMITING BLOOD MOM I WILL BECOME!!!!!

Goshhh it’s so irritating! The writers try very hard to write fancy Malay literature but they ended up using the same old bloody phrases over and over and over again!

It’s “*percikan warna” here and “*suntikan mood” there and “*penataan cahaya” here and there and EVERYWHERE!!! Ayoyoyoyoyooooo….

Maybe it bothers just me, but hell percikan reminds me of ayam percik and suntikan reminds me perkongsian jarum suntikan. A lil too much penataan on the other hand is boring.Trust me, there are a thousand other ways to express the meaning of those words in Malay!

Damn I really love that magazine. I hope they will start writing more creatively… Muntah darah aku dah nak tepercik-percik dah ni…

*percikan – a splash
*suntikan – to inject
*penataan – a composure

If I am depressed do I have to tell the whole world that I wanna kill myself in the name of God ten times a day?

If I want to be happy do I have to buy a handbag that costs five grant?

If I am a good Mom do I have to feed my baby nothing else but breast milk for years?

If I am beautiful do I have to flirt with all men alive?

If I am a man do I have to flirt with the girls and make myself look like a deprived pathetic virgin at 40?

If I am single do I have to find an eligible bachelor who drives a Ferrari?

If my friend earns a million bucks a month do I have to earn the same?

We all have to be true to ourselves and think using our own brains. I need to ignore some people in order not to vomit blood.

As I have stated before, my house renovation has started on the 17th April. My contractors have been working from around 9am-6pm Monday to Saturday. Totally no work is being done on Sunday to respect my neighbors and those laborers need rest too.

Yesterday (Monday 26th) one of the Indonesian workers had shyly told Azman that our next door neighbors had came and asked him to stop. Yes, he asked him to STOP DOING HIS WORK.

Temperature badan sedikit naik di situ. Secara clinicalnya the composition of my blood cells had naturally react to that statement by generating heat commonly known as RAGE. Perghh… baran?! Aku scowled at Azman but did not say anything. I was busy at that time and I figured there must some kind of misscommunications somewhere.  The Indon worker is a quiet young man, very shy and reserved. Maybe he wrongly interpreted what my neighbor had said.

This morning however, Azman received a call from the contractor saying that two MPSJ officers had come to inspect on their work. My workers came to Malaysia legally with working permits. This kind of foreign workers would rather pay up money than mess with authority, because they are really here to work and earn a decent living. So although they had not done anything wrong; they adhered and stop the work on MY HOUSE for today.

The renovation work on MY HOUSE has been delayed by one day. The officers came and couldn’t find a single thing that is against the law (that most probably they make themselves). They left saying that the site visit is procedural to them BECAUSE THERE HAS BEEN A REPORT!

Mind you, we are not building any external structure. We are not making an extension to the existing building. We are not making a mess, not even a pile of sand in the size of a dog shit on the roadside in front of the house. All construction materials are kept neatly INSIDE my compound! Yes, my garden is big! Even the huge construction trash trunk whatchamacallit, that is a must for every building under construction is tucked neatly beneath my porch!

AKU TAKKK KACAUUU ORANGGGG!!  AKU BUKANNYA NAK BINA TEKO BESAR AYAH PIN KE PIRAMID KE APA?!
SO WHO IS THE CULPRIT THAT HAS GONE ALL THE WAY REPORTING THE NON-EXISTING CASE TO MPSJ??? SIAPAAA??? SIAPA KAH SI CI*AI ITTEWWW??

Yaaaaa.. who else but Mr. and Mrs. Next Door Neighbor, no?

Azman investigated a little bit and called the head contractor, Yanto. According to him, the couple had came on Saturday to tell them to STOP doing their work because of all the noise. Apparently they were using the cement mixer machine and it had been making  noise I guess that they came complaining.

Yanto being considerate and understood that it was a Saturday and they probably need some rest had instructed his workers to mix the cement manually by their tulang empat kerat.

My say? One; waste of energy – do you understand how frustrating it is to have a car and yet you need to walk a dozen miles just because walking doesn’t emit any sound?
Two; Do you know how hard it is to mix cement using the shovel? Do you?
Three; The time it takes to get my house done is now longer BECAUSE IT IS BLOODY OBVIOUS THAT MACHINE DOES IT FASTER!!!!

Tapi takpe… Yanto very nice and sedar diri that he shouldn’t disturb the neighbors on Saturdays. He didn’t even tell this to us. So the men shoveled and shoveled the cement mix. 80% less noise I confidently say and don’t you guys think that Mr. and Mrs. Jiran Pakai Ketayap Tapi Biadap should be contented already?

But nope, I guess they were still dengki unhappy. This couple is much older than us. Their son is probably in college already. From the way they look and dressed, they seem to be from keturunan orang baik-baik. So I don’t understand why after much consideration from my workers; they still come complaining on Monday and what makes my blood boils the most is the formal reporting to the authorities on Tuesday????

Why the hell are they telling my workers to STOP? Stop until when? What is the justifications? By saying STOP; what exactly is the message that they are trying to convey?
1) Do not renovate this house because we don’t approve it? Who the fcuk are you to say so? We bought this property!
2) These works are too noisy, so the owners must just move in into a house without any renovations?
3) Biar rumah aku je cantik, korang jangan buat rumah jadi cantik?

Owhhh by the way their house is very cantikkk!!!  Trimmings hijau muntah Kokades dengan dinding oren berak cirit rotavirus aku. Cantik kan??? Macam sakaiiii!!!

To me when they simply went ahead and scolded my poor workers without consulting us as the house owner that soon will be their neighbors; THEY DECLARED WAR!!

Actually anybody who paints their hijau muntah dan oren taik memang sengaja nak declare war dengan jiran dia lah! hehe!

For your information, we had came over last week and introduced ourselves properly to Mr Jiran Pakai Ketayap Tapi Biadap, and apologize if any of the works would caused him and his family some discomfort.

But come on… rumah tengah renovate mestilah ada bunyi bising! Itu adatlah! When they did their massive renovation last time (which was 5 times more extensive that what we are doing today) aku bet potong jari their contractors must have made a lot of noises too, right?

So why when other people nak buat renovation tak boleh? I only change some tiles inside the house, how long does the renovation takes if not just a few weeks? Tak boleh sabar sikit ke? Macam ni ke hidup bermasyarakat? Salah sikit terus report, nak suruh aku kena saman ke? Apsal keji sangat manusia macam ni?

Come on la. Pakai ketayap tak bukak-bukak. Tudung labuh sampai lutut. Bising sikit terus report authorities, tak reti ke bawak berbincang? Ni bangsa apa biadap sangat ni? kalau dah tak boleh bising langsung yang pergi duduk tepi highway tu buat apa? Pergilah pindah belakang hospital sebelah rumah mayat ke… confirm senyap!

We have not moved in yet and already they messing with us. Aku kawan dengan Jin Islam lagi baik. Haqqqhhh ptuih kahak hijau!

For someone who has not read the books or seen the earlier prequel, I believe I would not be less disappointed even if I have. The list of reasons why I vomit blood the movie is a failure to me can be amazingly extensive, and number one, it’s definitely because I am not 13.

The two hours spent felt like two years. The extremely slow pace was suffocating, the entire movie has so many kissing scenes and yet the real vampire must-have scene seemed to be intentionally left out. Leaving viewers with endless questions…

What happened to the missing backpackers/hitchhikers that were lost in the woods? Jacob denied that his pack has anything to do with it so it got to be Victoria. But if all I saw of Victoria was swinging from tree to tree and scaring old man to a heart attack, boy that’s just wimpy! Sad and wimpy! And these werewolves were hanging around protecting Bella from the avenging Victoria, and that she was gonna kill her. You sure? I didn’t even see her try.

What kind of vampire movie that doesn’t have any blood sucking scene? Answer- a shitty one aka New Moon. The only sight of blood in the movie was at Bella birthday party when she had a PAPER CUT! Paper cut, ladies and gentlemen! That is one notch higher in the scale of gruesomeness than a splat of blood bursting from a squashed mosquito.

Let’s refresh! Remember the part when a whole bunch of tourist was conned into going inside the chamber of the Volturi, and the scene had ended with screaming sounds. For goodness sake show us some action! Not because viewers like me are blood thirsty but because it can actually depict what these vampires are capable of. Setakat pegang-pegang tangan dapat baca fikiran… eii Ayah Pin Kerajaan Langit pun boleh buat! Dia tak vampire pon! Dia Melayu murtad jer…

And there’s another scene where Jacob has started to fight with Sam and the other hottie werewolves were ordered to “Take Bella to Emily’s!” I was almost saying wth? I don’t wanna see no Emily! I wanna see the fight?! So not only the director failed to show the vampires in action, he deprived viewers from seeing dogs’ brutality too. Same goes in the scene where the werewolves was chasing Laurent (gosh he made me wanna sing Boom Boom Pow!) Come on! Not all viewers are teeny boppers, some want to see how werewolves kill vampires. I think that’s a crucial part that needs to be portrait considering this is a movie about a wide breadth of the human evil breed.

Overall, scene potholes in New Moon are way much more than the potholes on the road at Puncak Jalil. Vomit blood!
And don’t get me started on the characters. I believe it’s the repugnantly bad acting, that even Dakota Fanning couldn’t help but don’t you just get started on Bella Swan. This girl is one intrepid, sick in the head and extremely bitchy! She needs to study, or get a hobby and get herself to college instead of bashing herself around men all the time! Sangat gedik ok?? Pergi layan Facebook la yang ko dok ingat kat jantan je tuh pehal?? Eii aku mmg anti pompuan gatal uols!

And her character played by Kristen Stewart is annoyingly forever lower-lip biting and having period pain. Oh by the way Bella, the whole cougar thing?! Is totally acceptable if the anak ikan looks like this! Mengerti?!

The effects in this movie are another thing that saddens me. Who made them? Is it the same maker of Agent Oso? The werewolves were so cuddly cute, if Miki had watched the movie, I am sure he has named Jared, Paul, Jacob and Sam as Chuchu, PinPin, Kamomo and Nonee.

I believe as much as flashbacks are cliché and boring, they are still needed on sequels. A good sequel must be able to shine on its own without depending on viewers to watch the earlier movie or read the book that it was based on. I will forgive Edward Cullen for having so many teeth but I will not forgive myself for letting myself fooled by Win, my ten year old niece and watched this movie!!!

Two and a half out of five.

1) Motorcyclists in love
The boyfriend riding the bike, the girlfriend sitting at the back. The proximity of their two bodies beats the closeness of a postage stamp that got stuck on an envelope. Stuck with super glue. Cap Gajah. But that is not the thing bothers me. It is the huge atmosphere of romance that surrounds them as the girl rests her chin on her lover’s shoulder and whispers God-knows-what lovey-dovey message to him and the boy tilts his head towards her to hear that God-knows-what lovey-dovey message better despite the thick helmet. This atmosphere forms a bubble of magical protection to the both of them. It protects them from seeing all the middle fingers flashed to them by other road users; from listening to all the honks even if they are louder than a MAERSK vessel’s; and it even protects them from noticing me Bani as he rolls down the window, stick my his head out and screams “ WOI, KALAU NAK BERCINTA PERGI TAMAN BUNGA LAA! KO INGAT JALAN NI BAPAK KO PUNYA? KE TEPIIIIII!!!!!!
Oh my God! I hate this kinda motorist! Can they be more oblivious that that? Driving so slowly like their bikes are going on water even when they are on the fast lane and there are like what? TEN CARS queuing behind them! And all they care about is mushy-mushy I lap u u lap me…eiii langgar kang!??? Nakkk??

2) Putrajaya Girls
No offence! I work there too but for goodness sake; when they bought the cars I am sure they came with petrol peddles, didn’t they? IF YES THEN WHY CAN’T THEY STEP ON IT?? It is torture! Torture of the cruelest kind! I understand the drive from Precinct 2 to Precinct 8 takes less time that your hungry baby sucks down half an ounce of milk but don’t you know that there are people who are not entitled to get that huge gomen quarters and they have to live many-many miles away and by the time they get home they are lucky if the sun is two minutes shy from setting! Move itttttttttttt!!!
And can somebody explain to me the need to sit so close to the steering wheel as though they are sniffing it?? Fine! Tak kisah la tapi tolong laju la sikit kak oiii!!!
Aku lapar ni nak balik makan!! Muahahahaha..