Secret Thought

As I was muddling along in my car to deutsche, suddenly this motorcycle sputtered in front of me. It was spewing the most toxic and foul smelling crap in the air, obviously the Psycho Biker was one of the many Malaysian Psycho Bikers who like to add weird stuff like sawdust and kerosene into their tanks for reasons unknown!! (Why do they do this? Can someone enlighten me? Why doesn't the police throw them all in jail, or send them to exile in Jinjang? Why? Why?Why?)

Any my secret thought was I wanted to speed up and nudge him (just a little), so that I would send him flying all the way back to Johor Bahru where his number plate said he was from, or at least send him sprawling (safely) to the sidewalk.

That was my secret thought, and I harbored it for the entire 30 minute drive to my destination.

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Special Dedication to K-TFCW-J

Also I would like to reaffirm my hatred for Khairy-The-Fat-Construction-Worker-Jamaluddin. Can someone please get this guy to stop greasing his hair with Minyak Neptune, and shave that grossly misshapen thing on his upper lip. And at the same time please also get him to shut up about racial politics. Its just as if he's making up things to stir up as he goes along. Just as people are settling down again, along you come to further your devious political ambitions. If anything good is to come of this man, it will be that he will galvanize the younger generation to storm into politics just so that we can cart his fat ass out of there.

And your ass is getting bigger and bigger! I see it! We all see it! It's all that money that you're gorging on isn't it?? Do you even have a joB? What is your joB??? I don't understand? What do you do for MONEY? To feed yourself, and jetset around with your horses and other playthings? I guess being a full-time Prime Minister's Son-In-Law must pay more than investment banking.
AAAAAAAAAAAARGHK. I just spoiled my own morning thinking about his fatass.