chaka chaka

i experienced some road rage last night around midnight. maybe “rage” is too strong a word, perhapds it was more of road ire.

anyway, i was turning into my regular petrol station, waiting at the cross-junction for someone who, typical of about 80% of malaysian drivers, didn’t signal.

dah la lambat.

so, in the privacy and happy bubble of my car, i muttered, “fucking bitchass”.

after i turned, i saw him reversing his kancil and following me to the station. mmm. looking for trouble ni.

i bought my dunhills, all the while keeping an eye on his car in the counter reflection.

of course he wanted to know what i said. i was pretty astounded.

me (thinking): you actually lip-read “fucking bitchass”?

so, i told him to sod off nicely. i’m such a big girl now. all calmed the fuck down, and besides, captain bala said to not go looking for trouble.

LIES. I WANTED TO KICK HIS CAR. I WANTED TO PEPPER SPRAY HIS FACE. I HOPE HE GETS SYPHILIS IN THE FUCKING FACE. I HOPE HIS BLUE KANCIL CAX3069 THAT HASN’T BEEN WASHED FOR TWO YEARS WILL SPIT HIM OUT INTO A PIT OF ANGRY RACOONS.