Tuesday, October 7, 2008


If you're a Malaysian driver, you'll be an irony on wheels. Because it's unlikely you'll have too much trouble:
  • waiting about an hour to get cheaper gas
  • waiting almost half an hour to get to some super-cool shopping mall or nightlife area 
  • waiting more than an hour (or a few) at the garage to give your car a new body job
  • driving long distances, which could take you about two hours, to eat at some famous restaurant (or 'restaurant')
You'll endure jams, queues and other manner of long lines for the trivialest of reasons. Time 'stands still'. 

But if some dude cuts into your line on your way to work - an urban tragedy as it eats into an incredible twenty seconds of your mission-critical schedule - you feel like shit.

That's twenty seconds of fuel, twenty seconds of moral right to be car at no.X position on the road, twenty seconds of wasted waiting. You've been cheated and you want your pound of flesh, only you know there's next to nothing you can do about it.

Except blast your horn and mutter (loudly) that some people are impossible to understand. 

1 comment:

You know I know oklah said...

sounds like me...