live, love, laugh. Just the way I like it.
It's the first day of a new year and I just had to scribble on my page.
Long story cut short.
9.45 p.m. Arrived at Eden-searched for parking-saw empty space-PARK-ed.
note: I hate parking on the side
Fuck. We're 15 minutes late. RUN.
9.46 p.m. But what if-WHAT IF- we get "SAMAN" (in NATIONAL LANGUAGE)
note: there's a huge jam, you're gonna be stuck in the bloody jam if you reverse.
the cars aren't even moving! you don't want them to cancel your table.
9.47 p.m. Zoom! off we went.
12.00 a.m. Fireworks display
(just to have something nice in between this timeline)
1.15 a.m. Left Roost bistro- bid farewell yada yada
note: i don't want mum to start nagging for coming home too late.
1.30 a.m. Walked towards where I parked.
But my car DISAPPEARED.
It's gone gone gone.Looks left and right.
note: chillax, now where can it be
? i'd rather the police took it than having some penagih dadah steal my car.
1.45 a.m. Zoom- off we went to the police station.
Note: My car got towed for parking at the illegal spot. I know, i know.
Shouldn't have parked there blablabla.
But this is Malaysia we're talking about. What difference does it make?
2.45 a.m. Still stuck in the jam (at Eden).
STILL AT EDEN, after one farkin hour.
3.00 a.m. Reached police station- alongside 20 other drivers whose car got towed.
note: Now, damn they're gonna earn hell lot of
tips money from the summons.
FuckerOOI KEE(insert name): "48 hours before you can get it back"
refusing to bribe pay or even ask !@$#@!): Is it possible to pay the summon & tow truck now? I have to drive it home tonight.
FuckerOOI KEE(insert name): I want your car keys or you come back on Monday.
note: thurs, friday, saturday, sunday, monday. That's FIVE farkin days.
Me (with the puss-in-the-boots look): But what if something goes missing, are you gonna be held responsible?
Fucker OOI KEE (insert name): How about a CCTV video just for you and i promise i'll put any penagih dadah to jail if he goes near your car.
Me (with my worst stare, EVER): How about I wait till 8.30 a.m. when you start working and the counters are all open.
4.30 a.m. Finally gave up, went home to get some half ass sleep.
8.30 a.m. Arrived at police station with dad (with the intention of clearing the summon)- told that Corporal Hasrin will only be back at 3 p.m. -brought along car card etc.
11 a.m. Arrived at police station, again (this time with my mum).
Paid summon (after going 3 floors up, then off to the fourth floor, and back to the ground floor. Then told to go up to the first floor, see Ms Suhaila (or Farida, what ever her name is) then off to see whatever his name is and up we went again to the 2nd floor) if you know what i mean.
Just to pay one farkin SAMAN.
3 p.m. Note to self: He better be here, and I better get the car now.
My point is, no matter how hard one tries to have faith in the police force (my point of focus is Malaysia, of course) every inch of hope is thrown down the drain like mud water. Dirty.
They create more problems (somesay cari pasal in national language) instead of helping. Mislead instead of pointing the fact. Maybe not all are like that but majority of them are, without a doubt. Anytime.
One thing I learned on this new day, police are never meant to be nice.
Sorry for the use of swear words. They are for a better illustration/story telling effect. I feel much better now, thank you.
Welcome 2010, what a good way to leave a lasting impression.