Too Fast Too Furious

One week of holiday seem to end that fast. Was in C.F school camp on last Monday till Wednesday.The camp was good, nothing to complain ,nothing to shout about.After a 1 day break, i was already in Penang for 3 days since Friday. Every hour now and then there's always food munching in my mouth since Penang is very well known for it's food and suddenly my hokkien just gotten better. I was on the road frequently and it just occurred to me how Malaysian have their prospective term of driving their car on the road but i do understand Malaysians are Malaysians.

Here's few stories of them.

Chinese
Well, when some Chinese hit the road, they always bare one thing in their mind that is to not let other cars overtake them. Seriously, i find it quite true like the story of Ah Kau.Ah Kau was caught in a traffic jam in his Honda City and desperately needed to arrive at his Mother-In-Law house for a dinner . He overtook and cut through every car he sees but was all irritated when a small rat ass Kancil overtook him.Being all fuming mad, he wind down his window and started cursing in every language he knows while showing his middle finger " MOTHER PUKIMAK LAN CIAO THAMBI WHY U POTONG MY CAR BLADDY CIBAI BABI LU!!' and continuously honing his car until it's enough to see a parade on the road.

Malays or Orang Melayu
The Malays are a bit different.They actually think that buying a Kancil and furnish it to a brand new sporty kancil which looks cool to them but looks like crap.Anyway, this reminds me of Ali. Ali decorated his Kancil until he was satisfied enough with the design which still looks like crap. He modified the engine for boost of acceleration, tail lights, headlights and every part of the car. Ali proudly boost his car to his friends . He then challenged his friend to a friendly race on the highway during midnight.When the clock ticks at 12, the race took place and finally he understood that his sporty kancil car was after all a piece of garbage that can only reach up to 120km/hour.


Indians.
Indians are a little bit different, they always stuff their whole family in one car until you see the car is running on flat tyres. They like blasting their radios on indian songs and keep repeating it over and over again. Their method of driving is indeed dangerous, they keep cutting from all angles while singing and shaking their head like the road belongs to their Grandfather which suddenly reminds me of Muthu. Muthu, a proud indian taxi driver has been taking people around for 5 years now. Every customer of his was in pain and almost of them gone into cardiac arrest everytime they sat in Muthu's Cab. The problem is, Muthu really love singing indian songs as it was his culture and his race. He often blast it out loud till customer's ear can bleed and he drives and cuts into every angle eventhough he gets to their destination safely but yet dangerously.


I do want to point out that although this article has been produced just for my own personal amusement and largely composed of words and sentences shooting out from my arse,I have one question for you.

Doesn't it actually makes some sense?



Cherrios!