let out session

*update by owner : since there’s a lot of cavemen out there who’s not very good at comprehending simple English and likes to read my blog at the same time, for the passion of my own writing, I’ve decided to bold out certain phrase to aid them. Thank me and be thankful. And read the disclaimer (bottom of this page) before commenting.
 
I was driving home from dinner last night (with Emily) and was caught in a traffic jam. It’s at the Bayan Baru area, where the roads are narrow and full of impatient factory workers. Was listening to a CD and relaxing, when suddenly, a small motorcycle (kapcai) appeared on my left. It was a young Malay guy motherfucker. Apparently, he was trying to squirm through the narrow space between my car and an old 70’s Prelude next to mine. Slightly touched my mirror … without guilt.

Before I could even wind down my window and yell at him, he was already gone. Speeding so fast in between the gaps of the jam as if his gay lover is about to give birth to a big piece of tumor. Fine. I just uttered a few words of profanities and move over it. Back to my relaxed mood.

Then, after about 5 secs, a very horrifying sight unfolded before my eyes through my rear view mirror. A swarm of kapcais began to fill up the gaps of cars behind mine, just like the scene of beetles filling up the dungeon floor in The Mummy Returns (translate as Kepulangan Ibu). I went like “Oh shit” before Emily, and began to move my car a little bit to the left to ensure they could not get through the gap again.

Everything went fine as the drones of stupid kapcais was forced through the gap behind the Prelude, until an old Indian bloke came and stopped at the left rear side of my car. He was contemplating whether he could make it through the small gap. Pundamanek (it’s an indian profanity). As he was doing that, he suddenly lost his balance and his kapcai’s right handle knocked against my car’s body, reverberating a loud THUNKKKKKKKKKKKKKK across my entire cabin.

I went nuts. Realizing that he’s in grave danger, that low-life son of a bitch fled through behind the Prelude. By the time I was about to get down from my car with a big steering lock in my hand (to kill him), he’s already gone, just like the previous Malay motherfucker. All I can do is to honk all the way down till he disappeared in sight. Missed his number plate as well (as it was blocked by the tonnes of cars around the area). Nothing can describe the pain I felt at that particular moment. Especially didn’t get to at least settle off with the offender. Felt as if I’ve been ravaged … Oh fuck.

I scoured the entire area to look for the guy after that, but to no success. My car had a small dent at that spot, and it was as devastating as getting wrecked into a wall for me.

I have always disliked kapcais all my life - as I felt they are a nuisance to the traffic. They are too small, light and fucking dangerous. Not to mention cheap (which was affordable by social garbages and vagabonds alike). Now that the incident had happened, I am now at the crest of my boiling point antagonizing these disastrous 2 wheelers on the road.

I swear to myself, if I get a chance to lay my hands to kill someone on a kapcai doing stunts on the road, I will definitely do it. Twice. Goddamn motherfuckers you kapcai riders. I hope you’ll get cancers all over your dick and never get to enjoy sex in your short pathetic life… for 10 generations. Including your dog.