Assthorities and BC
Give way for the car with registration plate "THE PRESIDENT" cut queue and beat the lined traffics.HELL NO, you queue behind my Aljay with its sticker "I'M DRIVING LIKE THIS TO PISS YOU OFF" stuck rite at the bumper of my ride.
Exactly what I did today. I did not give way to the car and of course, me, and my Aljay, being a nobody got shouted at by the police this morn. What a fantastic way of starting the morn!
The truth is, I thought it was just the fat-ass policeman and his bike so I let him pass me. However, I did not think he was escorting some big hot shot bastard down, so he can beat the traffic. Here I am, stuck in the jam for the past 30 minutes or so, and here comes some bastard and his police escort, doin it in less than 5 minutes!
Pretty unfair isnt it?! Lets see, if I, one day, with God's willing become one of these bastards, will I get my own police escort down to Jalan Tun Razak at 8.30am, at the core of the traffic jam and piss everyone else who were lining up for the past 30 mins....
Answer would, proudly be NO! I'd be flying to the places I would like to get.
Pres once told me, "you gonna do something hunney, gotta do it in style."
Style it is then hunney... style it is... :)
However, I was still in a good mood, eventhough I was shouted at by the fat ass police... because... I saw something which was my pride and joy during my childhood days.
Something I was pretty much proud off about daddy. I lived in a small town called Kajang. Everyone knew Mr. Deva and Pn. Rosini (my parents) because everyone sent their kids to the kindergarten my parents were having.
And daddy one day got us a new car. He sold the Daihatsu and traded it in for a 190E. Man, that was pretty cool then. BCY 8020 it was named. Aljay got the his number from the daddy's mercedes. And that is why Aljay is called WLJ 8020. Just like daddy's car. Plus the number 8 and 2 is believed to bring us "ONG" (luck) by my parents. Except that one year when the Storm with number 2080 got stollen.
Point is, I met BCY 8020 today. This very morning, while I was stucked in the jam. I was smiling to myself. He looks pretty old now. And out of trend, unlike the old days when daddy would spend his Sundays pampering him. We used to joke that BCY 8020 was daddy's second wife then. Suddenly a lot of the past memories with BC came in. He did us good, served the family well and he was such a cool ride then! Man, I was the happiest 9 year old kid whilst riding him with the sun roof off especially. Down Cameron Highlands we'd scream our heads off while standing, popping our heads out.
What a show off we bunch of kids were. It's so good to meet him again
I know that was the last Mercedes daddy owned. And I know he crave to own one again. I know how proud he felt at that time.
I do hope I make it out there, so I can buy daddy one of the latest. If I had all the money in the world, I would get him one which has been done up by Brabus even.
If money buys my dad his joy, so be it. Money it is then.
posted by WaBBa Fe$H @ 4:36 AM
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