These past few days I keep on encountering road bullies la.. they’re infesting KL like roaches I tell u. People who think they or their father or grandfather owns the roads. Bleargh.

Case 1: It was during the weekend, we were in the humble Kelisa, windows down, driving (of course la hubbster was the one driving) towards KL from Ikea area. Near the bridge in front of OU, we were in the 3rd lane from the left. The 2 left lanes are for cars going towards TTDI and OU, which of course, during the weekend, congested like hell. We were driving cautiously, suddenly 2 metres in front, this black Jazz yang dah bikin gila2 (with that statement I mean all the Honda and Jazz branding has been stripped off, replaced with some Jap racing name, skirting till reach the road, gold ugly sport rims yuck, tinting till u can’t see who’s inside, exhaust pipe as big as my head bla bla) without signal or warning, swerved into our lane from the queue of cars on the left (to the left to the left, everything u own in a box to the left hehehe interlude). Crazy I tell u! We had to halt to a complete stop, hubbster just took up his hand in front like saying “weh apahal tak kasi signal main masuk je camtu” and he was NOT showing the finger I can vouch by that (he would kene cubit if he did that hehe), he didn’t even honk (that I asked him to do) and that was it. At least we thought so.. the Jazz slowed down in front, hubbster potong the car, then suddenly the Jazz came from behind, ‘cucuk’ us (faham tak?) for a few metres, hubbster moved to the left lane, then it sped up beside on the right, followed our speed, and this guy (sorry la Ween but he looks a bit like Awie with the reflective sunglasses and long ala-blonde hair) from the passenger seat wound down his window and started screaming at us (I have NO IDEA what he said, it wasn’t audible language I could make out hahaha) for some distance, then masuk balik behind us, cucuk us some more, then the scene was repeated a few times lah. I was starting to freak out just a tiny little bit when they decided to drop it and went another way. Hubbster was worried I would be affected or scared, but I was more baffled like WTF was THAT all about??? And what was their actions supposed to imply??? Hahahahaha.

Case 2: I was driving along LDP yesterday after work towards Damansara, when near KJ I need to change lanes from the right lane to the left one. 300 metres after maneuvering a BIG bend to the right, I checked the left rear view mirror, saw that it was clear to switch lanes, signalled to the left, and started moving SLOWLY. The traffic was at a stop n go anyways, I couldn’t speed. WHILE moving also I checked the mirror, when I saw this motorbike speeding like F1 in the middle between the 2 lanes. So being the good citizen me, I DID NOT just simply swerve in and let the bike brake or bang my car, in fact, I was just near the dotted line in the middle, I HAVE NOT even crossed it yet!! And because the space on my left is empty (the car behind provided space since I signalled oh-so-’berhemat’-ly) the bike could easily just swing a bit to the left.. but noooooo…. he had to ride as close as he could to my car and while passing me still at top speed, his pillion rider actually KICKED my car ok!!! And then went in front of me, showing some remarks while riding zig-zag slowly in front. I just shook my head and went my way. Menyesal plak tak bagi dia langgar pastu tergolek tetengah jalan free. My car’s already full of signature scratches and dents anyways.

I seriously don’t get these people. WHAT are they trying to prove lah???? And sadly, all of those mentioned above, are Malays. Hishhhh…. my own race man… why oh why don’t they have anything better to do??

On totally-different another note, I can’t wear white lah. My white clothes don’t stay white for long. Miahahaha. They either adopt a whole new yellowish-tint, or they will have spots and spills. Permanent ones. But still, I have no idea why I tend to pick white when I buy. Sheesh. Today I wore a white blouse, and I dropped my toast with butter on it this morning, grazed the dirty dusty gate on my way out of office hence getting some black dirt on it, dropped fries and a small piece of my chicken cordon bleu during lunch, and then I spilled red sumi jelly liquid on it just now while trying to bite the plastic cover off. Now the blouse has patches and spots of yellow, orange, black, and red. Ick. And I have spots of mee curry on my fav white tank top. Sob sob. I’m just that clumsy I guess… Cloroxxx oh clorox…

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