How to make me vomit blood and tear off my driving license to a million pieces

Just let me bump into these people while I am driving:-

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..

Author: Diyana

8 thoughts on “How to make me vomit blood and tear off my driving license to a million pieces

  1. i work and live dlm area dkt2 kampus university, so sight yg lovey-dovey motorcyclists tu adalah sgt common (students la katakan). mmg sakit hati, especially at night diorg slow2 sbb kononnya nak kejap lg nak berpisah (time2 hntr balik dorm la nih). bikin hangin betul!

  2. memangggggggggggggggggg kapel yang naik motor pastu bawak selo nak mampos tuuuuuuuu memang nak kena dibubuh pasiaq dalam tangki minyak hitammmmmmm bodohnyaaa eeee geram.

    and.

    apeks apeks yang bawak motor/kereta pun sama je selo nya! grrrr.

  3. sis i notis pompuan yang bawa slow tu sebab depa selalu sangkut nenen depa kat steering untuk balance ke hapa i donno muahahahahhaha

  4. lina!!! hang keji!! muahahahaha!!! aku gelak guling2 ni.. wakakakakakakaka….. giler besaq wei!! sampai boleh sangkut kat steering…..!!!

  5. Diyana biaq pi lah dia dok bercinta… may be that the most romatic scene that they had… ha.. ha.. ha.. om their life, entah-entah couple indon he he he. hawat hang tak honn… saja, pasti terperanjat dan tergolok dok.

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