Above Her S

October 08, 2007

For every piece of me that wants you, another piece backs away

They say that female drivers are of a typical kind; the lousy kind. Well, there are also other stereotypes. Namely, bespectacled male drivers. Equally as lousy. Or rather, in the old woman's opinion, worse than the lousy female drivers. Wtf. GG lah my brother. Oh, new drivers on the road are of no exception either. GG lah my brother.

But, what is there to be done? These are the cruelties of being stereotyped. However, there are also other drivers who suck much more than these 'lousy' ones. They are the drivers who behave as if they own the roads. They drive courageously which, in other words, means recklessly.

It was just several nights ago when I bumped into one. Or rather, he (the ~~cibai~~ cab driver) bumped into my car. The situation was like this; it was a massive jam because both the traffic lights before and after Summit malfunctioned. Wonderful, don't you agree? Surprisingly, my patience was at its peak. Well, that's also because I have yet to come across any ~~cibai~~ lousy driver. Until when I almost made it through the jam, some ~~punani~~ cab driver attempted to act like a hero. Guess what he did? Well, nothing extraordinary lah. He was just really stubborn and wanted to cut into the line in front of me. At the very last minute. Without using his brain. I have no idea why he was so persistent on doing what he did because there was enough space on his left to go straight off and escape the jam. But, no! He turned right for fucks. And bump. That punani's piece of junk came into contact with mine.

That is not all.

I responded by sounding an elongated honk. Followed by him opening his door and peeking out to look at me. The cars from the sides were starting to honk because we were in the way. I beckoned him to drive on. He then gave me the finger. Wtf? As if it isn't bad enough that he's a lousy cab driver with little common sense, he also proved to be uncivilized. I memorized his number plate, though.

BH 6364, I'll remember you.

I didn't stop at the side to negotiate with him, though. Negotiate what lah? I simply refused to converse with a person of such. Plus, I assumed that it was nothing big so I just drove past him and gave him my infamous cockstare which was known to be unsuccessful. Wtf. Fortunately, there wasn't even a slightest scratch on my car. And that is how I managed to escape from having to tell my old people about the incident.

Just to clarify, it doesn't mean that that cab driver is an Indian just because I label him as a punani. And although I call him cibai, he isn't a Chinese either. The end.

*sighs

I realise that I'm becoming quite 'poyo' already. I have a slight hunch that Chris is going to make fun of me. And he might not be the only one. But, what's a girl supposed to do when she's bored and left unattended on a Saturday night? That's right. Saturday night. I was distracted by a phone call while blogging last night and hence the delayed post.

*big smiley face

Aku poyo. Wtf.

Err, why do I look like I've got bunny teeth here? Wtf.

...

This is how I'd look like if I have extremely small eyes. Err, yeah. Wtf.

And this is me imitating someone that I know. Someone who smiles with both rows of teeth revealed and often posed with the peace sign whenever that person's picture is being taken by me. Wtf. Are you reading this? Ngek ngek.

Ta.

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