inferiority complex thy suffer…

Watch these films first, before you continue reading. Only then u’ll well versed in the issue i’m about to brought up.
The general consesuss is that they share one thing in common. The underlying issues within our superficial racial harmony.It should be noted that i’m not implying after all the hardwork to foster unity and racial compromise by our leaders it never bears fruit.It does, but what kind of fruit?

What we produce is a nice ,smooth looking fruit for the outside, but the inside remains sour and bitter.
If can be described in a few words, it will be, pretentious and ignorant. While malays live comfortably swimming in government subsidies and incentives, the other races claim they’re blissfully happy, complete with a smile plastered on their faces. Kongsi raya,open houses , are all cooked up ,however sincere and honest its intentions were in the first place,but at the same time subconciously blinded us that our racial conditions remains satisfactory.

Its pretty clever strategy. Feed us with success stories, publish all the sweet innates, calling
our alma mater being our so called racial diversity and how we are PROUD to have them( its all over the tourism pamphlets). And yet, malays never knew how to speak mandarin or tamil, what more to understand their culture.What does this reflects? It means that we never take racial harmony close to our hearts,it never runs deep into our veins, thats  why the problem is always lies deep, lurking in the darkness under the sunny bright side we make believe of.  True,nobody  said its easy to shake of herd mentality, research have shown people even kill to protect the sustainability of their own likes.
I believe we should ditch the ignorance and better start admitting that" hey, we have a problem here"

Forget the chinese and indians for a while, lets talk about other minorities.
Often we encounter and accident and ask  passers -by " Melayu ke cina yang mati 2?"
See whats the glaring mistake here? The appopriate question from a self-confessed racial harmonised country should be " Melayu ke ,cina ke ,india ke ,lain-lain yang mati?"

Which leads us to another problem. The " lain-lain" syndrome. Registration forms,government papers and various other personal information documents just put a mere box , labelled "lain-lain" to tick if one is neither a malay, chinese or an indian.The message of this paticular acts depicts as if we are reluctant to acknowledge their existance.So insensitive we are, we dissmiss them as " lain-lain", altogether denying the rights that they are actually a bumiputera and thus should be accepted that they’re here , alive and kicking.In fact ,they re the original bumiputeras, mind you, it was us, who invaded their land, took away their habitat, shooed them away in the name of development, depleted them of resources and now we’re dissmissing them as " lain-lain’. Good work , malaysia, Special Merit Awards for cruelty of the century.Bloody good display of budi bahasa.

Whats is so hard putting in other boxes labelled iban,kayan, melanau and etc. You live in a diversified country, deal with it, you should be expecting it. Right, if it is such a burden, a waste of ink, they say, just put a sentence saying " Please specify if others" and an empty blank, and they can proudly write their own race respectively.

Half of the blame should be put on politicians.Political parties are segregated within races , UMNO, MIC, MCA so the people think, " The people up there do it, why cant we?". So there you go, racial polarisation in our community.

I’m all for special priviliges for malay, the quota and all but not because i’ m a die-hard malay-centric, but because we dont have a level playing field yet.A firm believer of fairness and justice, we havent reached the DEB mission to entitle the bumiputeras at least 30% of economic equity lest the battle field is not even yet.The burning question is when will it be even? The DEB had been implemented at least 15 yeas ago , but still progress are slow.Constant pamperings and convenience from the govenment had made us mellow rather than competitive in the economic war.The backlash is predicted to continue for several years to come if we do not wake unsuspecting malays fom their dreamy utopian world and make them face reality head on.

The Indians, who once was a long way behind us, now fiercely fighting to close the gap in the name of racial suvival. Indian kids are trained fom little to grow up none other being doctors or lawyers.Deprived from any aiding means or help, they venture into business that noone even dared to explore before, particularly, the distribution of daily morning papers,( perasan tak, time deepavali or thaipusam, paper takde?) car-park facilities, and of course ,their extremely established chain of mamak stalls.Up untill now, they never fail not to reapt up steady profits.Along the way, closing the gap behind us,.Lets not even talk about chinese,will ya? they’re gazillion years ahead of us, and had never since stop to look back.The only resistance, as in, open resistance often come in form of Theresa Kok, MP Seputeh, although i felt she’s a bit over the top in various occasions. She was frustated on how very difficult for chinese student to enter public universities.And yet, should we be reminded that those minorities who made it often come up tops in their class. Big surprise.

My idea is, malays should be continuously reminded, and have all their once special priviliges taken away one by one, gradually.
Stop this malas-malas, the hasad dengki, the dendam ,traits which once "mat salleh the british coloniser" often associated malays with.Now, dont all caught up in anger,because how piercing it might be, it all rings true.

We dont need The Malay Dilemma II.

The writer hopes she would not be thrown in ISA for this . Those who tempted to do that should be  be reminded of the Second Amendment.She welcomes second opinions and debates from both  interested and infuriated readers.She also cant wait for the day when racial disparity had  finally eliminated to come.

I was running late, its dark, its raining hard and  my vision of the road in front of me was pretty blurry through my dashboard. It all elevated my anxiousness up  to a higher note, just few minutes ago ,mom had been shouting on the phone, no ,shouting’s an understatement, hollering more like,

" When are you coming home? its NEARLY MAGHRIB , FOR GOODNESS SAKE!". I swear i could have felt the steam from her fury.

Well, at that point of time, the only comforting thoughts that i could gather is that she’s not exactly at home. She’s somewhere else, so i could buy some time to be prepared for her endless up and coming lecture.

By the time i parked the at the doorway, i felt that there’s something amiss by the look of my house.
the gate’s wide opened, so was the grill and the door was left ajar. Theres light upstairs but none downstairs. What strike me as odd was the family’s car was nowhere to be seen, an occasion that usually happens when everybody’s out.But someone should be at home right? there’s light upstairs, and its not natural for us to be as reckless as leaving the door unlocked when going out.

So, my first theory was, well, only dad and sis went out, but mom stayed back. Quite satisfied with my logic, i went straight upstairs, expecting my mom will be in her usual position come maghrib time( on her praying mat, clad fully in telekong), and i remembered how mildly suprised i was to  find that theres no one around upstairs when i reached the top flight.Nada.Only this time i was aware how eerily quite my house was.

My first reflex is to look properly in the master bedroom, just in case if my mom was playing hide and seek with me, maybe she’s just around the corner.( haha)

I didnt find mother but what i did find was an incredibly messy master bedroom, like those rooms when u are in the midst of spring cleaning, where you take all the stuff out and spread them on the floor.Thats how it was, the dressing table was chaos, with boxes containing brooches and jewelleries being tossed upside down.The wardrobe was totally empty, the contents being scattered all over the floor .The drawers was taken off.At first ,i seriously thought mom and dad decided to do a bit of room refurbishment but the particular thought was immediately erased when i caught sight of credit cards laying here and there under the bed.Dad NEVER leave his credit cards around.

A burglary had just happened here.Weirdly enough, theres still RM 100 note on the dressing table.The thief couldnt be THAT blind , could he?

I crept back downstairs oh-so-slowly , and went to the kitchen in the same manner. Good, the TV’s still here. Pausing for any noise, i reached for the light switch and carefully switched it on, as if i’m trying not to surprise anyone that might be lurking somewhere in the pitch dark kitchen.

Ok, coast ’s clear.I marched straight to the computer room( beside kitchen) and dialled mom’s number on the phone.

" Hello mom, do u incidentally left the door unlocked, the grill’ s opened wide and the gate too?"

" No, we locked the door honey"

" Oh. Do u know that ur room is in a mess? The drawers being taken out,ur baju is on the floor and dad’s card lying everywhere? "

Pause.

" Kaklong, leave the house now"

Those brief, firm and calm words from my mom somehow sent a chill down my spine. Scared, that would describe my state of mind.

I hung up and went for the car keys. I  closed the door and drove to the nearest surau to perform my maghrib.

" kaklong , dah boleh balik dah"

" Anything’s missing?

" Mom’s whole box of jewelleries, and the laptop"

" So it was a break in.Then why does the RM100 still there?"

" I dunno, looks like the thief left in a hurry, apart from the RM100 they missed, the other boxes of jewelleries are still here despite them situated just beside the mom’s box they took.Someones’ must have ruined their party. U should’ve seen what they did to the lock.

Someone’s must have ruined their party.

" Kaklong, mak rase the thief is still inside the house la when u balik.U dont left the living room light opened yeah?

" No, it wasnt me,i swore the light was out downstairs.Thank god i went out fast enough."

So, the rest of the night was spent on conspiring and scandalising what had happened just now, which each one of us contribute their own version of theory and twist.While my dad kept on looking if there’s anything else went missing unnnoticed.

As for my part, i was glad enough i was spared the lectures due to the slight,um, distraction.

WELL, HE’S NOT EXACTLY LITTLE, IN FACT TODAY’S THE DAY HE REACHED THE 18 NUMBER.
OFFICIALLY, FINALLY HE’S AN ADULT. HURRAY!

NOW HE’S HIT THE BIG 18, HE ALSO NOW POSESS BIG POWER
BUT LET US NOT FORGET,

    " WITH GREAT POWER, COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY"
                                                                                 - Some superhero starting with an S , i think

BIG GUY, POR FAVOR’ WILL YA?,
NO MATTER HOW BIG UR POWERS NOW, MAKE SURE U STICK WITH

NO FAGS, NO BOOZE,NO ABUSE OF POWER

    all this while, he’s just appeared either on the first few lines, or at the last bottom lines, or sometimes a one-liner in this blog, but since its his bloody birthday, i give him what he wants.
( Hollering) "Here you go big boy,! u got one piece all on ur own, no sharing this time! Happy now?"

ANYWAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR OLD 0.5 METRE RADIUS FRIEND, MAY U HAVE A GREAT ONE.

~ cheers!

*Deep breath*.  Okay, approaching this particular subject is a bit tricky.But i’ll try my best reduce its awkwardness.

I am not going to be all romantic and mushy as if i’m waiting for my knight in a silver armour. Nor am i going to whine and shout true-gentlemen-is-a-diminishing-species-nowadays like one loud feminist.

I am, however, going to list down all the qualities i look in the opposite sex in order to suit my idea of  a, um, ehem, companion. Now, dont get all excited yet because my description of characteristics is quite different than others. Not steriotypical or thereotypical but more to what i call as " practical"

What-do-i-look-for-when-i-go-guy-hunting

1. A guy whom i feel comfortable dressing down with, and who’s also okay when i’m dressing down with him. I’m just not the grooming 24 hours type of girl

2. A guy who’s careful with money.Now, when i mean careful , it doest mean he has to be stingy or too uptight with financial security.What i have in picture is the one who knows when to save and when to splurge.And also knows when to remind me when i get all enamoured with numerous discount offers and shopping packages.

3. One guy who had the nerve to say " stop , hanani", or " shut up , hanani"or " slow down, hanani" at times when my energy and enthusiasm seems to be getting out of hand. I need people who can contain me and put me in place when i’m all driven uncontrollably.

4. The one who’s level-headed and doesnt have anger management problem. Thats my problem. I have no intention to make things worse. A guy who possess a little jealousy-issue is tolerable though,in my opinion, its pretty cute.

5. Anyone.Anyone ,that is capable of  taking my breath away

Now, i might sound too good to be true, but i’m never big on drop-dead good looks.Honest.Ask my friends. Right, maybe  the likes of Takeshi Kaneshiro , Takuya Kimura and Josh Hartnett do caught me offguard, but who doesnt? Since i’m  normal, i do in fact have a little physical requirements, just like everyone else, that i follow but i wish to keep it private.

The closest thing i can be from being supeficial is i dont find it attractive  if men struts along with excessive hair gells. Oh please, they look greasy.

Calling all girlfriends, if u want to add UR lists, the comments box is just one scroll down away. And guys, you can put urs also.

P/S: Happy Blasting Birthday to my dearest friend, Aina Zalikha. May one big, fat ,juicy scholarship u coveted will finally coming ur way.

Hats off evryone to Dato’ Lat.

I am still mesmerized how malaysia can produce such a brilliant figure ,a modernist yet malaysian through and through.

Ayah and i are great admirers of his works, we boast a mountain of his antiques from the infamous Kampong Boy, Town Boy, Lat at large, Lat with a Punch, Lat Seriously, Its  a La La La Lat’s world……which none of them that i can remember failed to tickle me to the bones.

His parody cartoons from his wonderous observations and cynical thoughts at serious and sensitive issues is noteworthy. He picked up things we did everyday, much to our uncounciousness, and transform them into simplicitic cartoons but portrays a strong message nonetheless.One thing he finds amusing in most malaysian’s are our obsessions with Durians, and hence, Its a Durian’s life was born, which presents all things durians.

One mat salleh said, " Dato’ Lat provides an invaluable guide to malaysian culture, expressed in a way mere words  never could.Hm, his works had been transported to japan, the Uk and  the latest to brazil ,so no surprise there.

Now, my point babbling about him mainly based on the grounds i thought of him everytime i went back to my kampong. I felt a sense of familiarity, because every sensation i felt in the village are intriguingly accurate from his graphic details in his comics.I imagine he whipped up another tounge-in-cheek idea, everytime his keen observation is in full gear.Everytime i see my brothers mandi2 in the river, when all the ladies gotong -royong cooking together while the men smoke and drank black-ipoh coffee outside i scrutinise myself, why oh why, i havent seen any significance to these events while this little man called Lat can reveal something very special beyond these normal life activities.

Theres been a death in my village and the irony of the situation was because it turns out quite a joyous occasion.When ALL the extended families came home together along with their friends and acquaintancies,the place can be quite crowded with everyone’s telling their own stories.

The kenduri tahlil was a very organised and structured event, right from the beginning to the end, and yet, there’s no instruction whatsoever. Each one seems to know their own role, the middle aged cooks, the anak dara’s prepare the servings and the table mats, while everyone joined in the dish-washing "ceremony".The men bought goods and set alight the cooking fire ( cooking was done outside using huge woks and containers)

I myself gained few valuable culinary experience and knowlegde, all thanks to makcik-makcik whom i aid them preparing the sumptous kampong feast.( gulai lemak pisang, sambal tempoyak udang, ulam sambal belacan ikan bilis, daging masak hitam) .Being as what they call an ‘ anak dara’ in a kampong was quite hard, u are expected to behave as what traditional kampong girls should. Constant reminders are fluous though , as they tend to comment  in everything i do, either to praise or to show which in some occasions , can make me cringe for different reasons.

Nevertheless, old-fashioned as you might  call me, a malay woman, however high your career and academic achievements are, qualities and soft skills like cooking, washing and household chores should be mastered wholeheartedly , if not please do me a favour by not calling yourself one of them.

Theres nothing wrong at all being an alpha female, but a little feminism is always  attractive.

P?S Click on the picture to view full size. This is my 51st post.

More so often, we were enquired a question of why study oveseas when local syllabus also provide the same international standard quality, if not better.
Thats where they all got it wrong , dont you think?  Read along now,

I was looking forward to the tabling of the RMK 9 last two weeks for several reasons.Those who are privy of the plan warned of a few weaknesses, so i wanted to look for those. More importantly, the session was to be televised live from Parliament. i mean , how often do we get to watch parliament live? Exactly.Never.

But i had got so drowsy, i only managed to catch the PM ’s opening words and a little of the closing speech when i finally woke up. Partly because of the expected thunderous standing ovation.So much for watching Parrliament live.
Soon enough, the Opposition started to voice their grievance and the station chanelled the telecast back to the studio

Turning instead to newspapers and the 8.00 o’clock news, i was thrilled to discover the government had given education top priority.( a federal univesity in Kelantan and Terengganu, is this bye bye   to dominant kelantanese  clicques?).That was enough for me to ignore the forewarning of the Plan’s weaknesses-for now.

There has always been much talk about elevating educational standards, but perhaps we have realised that our goals cannot materialise out of talk alone.For any meaningfull progress in the quality of our higher  education there has to be a strong and a collective will and a big budget.
The RMK-9 seems to reflect this very well.

Some may argue that we have already made siginficant progress with the mushrooming of private and polytechnic colleges. Perhaps those who argue thus should be reminded that  quality is the issue here, not quantity.
    With the  exception of a few colleges and malaysian-based univesities,the quality of  education in our private learning remains, um, quite suspect.The same can be said about a few state-owned colleges. The RMK-9 however focused more on our public universities, specifically to improve the training and teaching force.  This is to ensure that our public institutions  are on par with the private ones,many of which offer fairly good overseas degrees locally.

Okay, sounds like a good Plan. But lets do a quick reality check:

Firstly, the PhD holders that are expected to form 75% of academic staff in our public univesities by 2015 must receive salaries meaningful enough to keep them in academe.In fact, considering that their PhD’s also be highly marketable elsewhere in the wold, they should be paid well enough to even want to stay in the country.

Our campuses environment will also have to be conducive for our future quality teachers.There is no point of sending folks oveseas for their PhD only to return to poor campuses libraries where they cannot find materials.

More importantly, the lectures must be given space to discuss issues openly without inhibitions or being considered seditious.I am going to be unpopular by saying this but the only consolation  might went along like yes, we do discuss them sometimes, but what happens next is its stops mid-way, mid-session,  or any other vocabulary i can see fits, for the lectures suddenly realised they had toe the invisible line and decided to retreat back, or worse , close the issue off.Academic conservatism is a bane to the development of higher education in Malaysia-as is plagiarism in postgraduate research that is, by the way, immensely rampant in pur public universities.

I am really looking forward to see Malaysia in 2020.

Inspired by The Sun.

Al fatihah.
My  atuk passed away peacefully recently, surrounded by family members and relatives.. he’s been bedridden for three days. We’re all waiting for the time to come.
Alas, it did at 7.10 p.m Friday.

The problematic thing is, the day itself falls on the eve of TNB inteview.Naturally, dilemma struck.
Going for the interview sounds a little selfish, not going felt like a wastage.
TNB applicants who made the cut for interview comes in hundreds of numbers, not thousands unlike others. If calculated, the percentage of making through should be higher.Besides, they’re also among  the rare bunches of organizations who’s still willing to send aspirants to UK.

I should note here that i’m not alone though. My sister had been anticipating her Sports Day like never before, she trained THAT hard.I caught her curling up foetus-like in bed early, not her usual self at all, staring  towards the nothingness of the ceiling.
I myself felt pretty bad for her,imagine the feeling when you’e so sure of getting something you want so bad and have it taken away from you so suddenly.

We’re both in the same situation, post-death news. Call us callous if u want to but stopping the feeling seems hopeless.So after a round of Yasin, all of us tucked in quietly to bed.

The story didnt end here.It only just started.

Saturday. 5.30 a.m

MOM: " Bangun, bangun! Kaklong, atiqah, pack ur bags now.Ayah will arrange a taxi 4 u to UNITEN, you and atiqah went back by train tonight.

ME: Hm. ………………. Ha? (Note: Never attempt a full lenght sentence at full speed to those who had just woke up, its useless)

Its not that i  do have a choice, dont i?, So off i was in a jiffy packing my luggage with contents estimated untill Monday.

Saturday, 7.30 a.m

ME: Ayah, the taxi will come at what time?

AYAH: What taxi?

Uh oh. This doesnt sound ok at all. Extreme situation calls for extreme measures.Quick-witted solution needed urgently.

Saturday, 10.00 a.m

ME: Hello? Have u woken up properly yet? Ey, i want to tumpang you to UNITEN . Boleh?

ZOL: Boleh. Wait at Petronas Ulu Klang around 12 something.Ko dah ready ke inteview nih? Bring along all the stuff u print yesterday. Nak baca. Ey, what time is it? I havent had my breakfast yet.Nak kluar la nh.

ME: 10.10 dah. Cook for urself-lah. masak la roti bakar.

ZOL: Takde roti.

Anyway, we end up meeting at Projet on my request. And he did read the materials but for no productive effect.We were nervous like hell. Puteri Helena went for the morning session,and up untill 1.00, she still not coming out from the inteview venue yet.

Suprisingly, TNB made an effort to create an interviewee-friendly atmosphere.After three series of mind-boggling  tests ( which includes bombastic physics terms, impossible vocabularies,an iQ test , a chart and a graph) at a ridiculous span of time, (Think 40 questions in 10 minutes,so expect a lot of hit and runs from me,) we were all huddled in a  small room with magazines, trays of mineral water, a plate of sweets , expensive looking chocolates,and a TV showing a Hindustan movie.(Saif Ali Khan is the hero).
Here, you wait.
One by one,  a name will be called in.

4 panels awaits you.The unnerving situation was toned down by the fact that they were busy making instant coffee when i came in.Questions bombarded at me ranging from transformers to fertility. Please dont ask how does that came about.

In a nutshell, the whole inteview session was okay, except for the zol’s whinings and constant bitching and bantering between him and Oya.
Together, we made our way to the Serdang Commuter station

Saturday, 7.30 p.m. KL Sentral food court

ME: Ok, guys . I have a train to catch at 8.00. See you guys later.Mane KTM Antarabandar ah?

OYA: Ok bye, i want to go for my magrib anyway

ZOL: Ade downstairs. Malas r nak balik.

There i am, baju kurung , court shoes and all, waving to my sister who’s appoaching me.

ME: Knape lambat?

ATIQAH: Waiting for you la!

Oh. i forgot i have to go back home first

Sunday .1.00 a.m . KTM Ipoh

I must admit that sleeping in the train is quite a tricky business. You cannot afford dozing off or u’ll end up in Butterworth.There is no announcement whatsoever or any " Next station, Slim River" thus, everytime the trains slowed down , i forced my self to wake up from my forty winks to check on the station.
We did arrive in Ipoh in one piece by the way. All safe and sound.

many thanks to azlan, for the ride.

P/S: My sister won everything that day, literally, . Olahragawati, olahragawati harapan, olahragawati kelas 1, and broke three school records( 100m.200m and high jump).Now i knew her day does not come to waste, lets just hope mine’s also the same case.

Exactly at this point of time, its only about three hours ago i’m stuck in a stuffy, absurdly-cold room with another 10 students sitting in a moon shape line.oh, the chair was exactly like those in skolah for teachers come assembly time. The same shade of blue too.

For those who wonder, its the jpa interview, and in my opinion easier than petronas, less hassle but less organised.

The jpa system is quite peculiar,the first is on how they inform successful applicants to go 4 the interview. Its via online only, no phone calls, no letters.

For people like me, whom computer broke down and stripped off any internet connection whatsoever, how am i gonna know? and what about those in kampong areas, internet should  be hard to come by.

Ayah’s theory : 1. Those who apply online will get their results online, those who send letters will be replied through the same medium.

My theory: They have so many applicants , a record whopping 30,000, they do whatever means to make people disqualified as in to make them not present bcoz, they dont know.In the end, orang melayukampong jugaakk..yang became victims.

My grounds? I myself didnt even know i ‘m among the successfull ones if not for izzat informing me in an oh-by-the-way-its-this-tuesday kinda way exactly at 8.17 p.m  Sunday. C? imagine those who are in the rural areas.

Jpa raised more questions in the non-existent essay and brief group interview about current issues.There was no individual interview, and there was no discussion time allocated, they didnt even ask u why u want to choose the preferred course or anything related . Right after announcing the topic, u straight away answers. kinda like answering p.o.i.

if ur name’s first, ah…..malang r. ( mine is 5th)

so , i dont really understand how effectively they’re going to choose the right person.

Ayah and his endless theories: They already have the target person, the interview is only for assurance and confirmation.

My theory: Too many people to fit in such a short span of time contributes to rushing scenario.To hinder people speaking endlessly and pointlessly too long .Plain and simple

A friend asked me wether i did well or not. Well, after petronas, i ‘m not sure i can explain the definition of what they mean " well" anymore.

its official.

highway is more difficult to drive in rather than jln ulu yam nk g skolah yg berbelit 2. Especially,after-work hours, ya allah, drivers just move to ur lane infront of u without signal, motorcycles rampantlyl pusing2 suka hati,out of nowhere, i dont c them coming from my side mirror.

Now, traffic jams would not happen if every car stick 2 their own line, not switching them every other minute. I mean , cmon, if u want to be ahead pn, the time diffrence is only about three seconds ahead.

And signboards in kl is so confusing.

Btheway, i hv so much more to learn, i still cannot read signboards, or look outside the mirror tgk buildngs if i’m drivng,i don even know whts on the radio, albeit having them in full blast.  my focus will ran out. The Consequence= my stereng will terpusing.

i had to put the road, the car in front and the side mirror in perspective first, nothing else, or else, refer to The Consequence.

i also learnt a little lesson when approaching the toll booth.

u c, upon arriving at the Touch ‘N’ Go. ok, i roll down the mirror, but somehow my hand cannot reach the pad stating " Sila sentuh sehingga kedengaran bunyi Beep".

Even after i unfasten the seatbelt, still, i cannot reach. tak sampai.

Eventually, i hv to open the door, get out and " Beep" my card.I couldnt even bear to look at the car at the back,

My bet they’re laughing their head off.

Hey, give me a break, its only about 108 hours i since i received my P.they’re not even warm yet.

next time, remind me to move to the right a little bit.