And the lord says..

A typical Saturday afternoon drive to KL bring out the best in Malaysians, our ability to make the vehicles true to their names, Kancils zig zagging and squeezing into spaces we once thought only Thai prostitutes could, Kembara's 4 wheel nature proving to be a advantage in the road of KL which is not unlike a jungle road in the first place with bumps and holes here and there, Wira's cracking up to their namesake, with their weird costumes trying to outpace one another.

Of course we give the foreigners the usual respect that we give to their human kind, we oogle and drool at their big ches.. I mean big eerr.. I mean the shiny color they have.

It's sometime suprising how much a car can reveal informations about it's owner. Like for instance me, a young, cute, nice, well educated, shy, well behaved, good, innocent and bad at maths (hey, no one's perfect) kind of guy would obviously have to drive a car that reflects me, a PT Cruiser would do me fine, ta. But nooooo, instead I'm stuck with a bloody Kembara that announces his coming loudly before his arrival.

So in accordance with the "Act What You Drive" rule of 1975, I was therefore forced to act like my Kembara as well. I've so far been involved in 2 major crashes (no major injuries though), evoked at leat 4-5 screams of mercy from my partner as I tried to overtake another vehicle (at times involving me driving on the opposing lane in full throtle which the cars coming straight at us) and countless of dramatic hand gestures that spoke more than words ever will. Ah, the beauty of human savageness.

It brings me back to my topic, as I was beautifully making art with my fingers and driving, I wondered how simply gestures like these managed to get on to the nerves of anyone who saw it. My mind is casted back to as recent as Elaine, where any event (and I do mean any) would automatically issue a response from her, usually a fake "Oh my god". I'm sure He's proud we remember Him in such subtle ways.

Why do we get annoyed? I would like to know that. Obviously I can't answer that for you since I easily get distracted and annoyed fairly easily, though I don't project anger that often. And in accordance to the "Act What You Type" rule of 1982, I hereby is distracted from writing a better piece of article and resign to my weekly football game commencing in 30 mins time. Yes, I'm sure He's giving me the fingers.