Puasa?

Hello people,

Its been more than two weeks since we all started fasting. We have to abstain ourselves from consuming food and water, we have to control our urge to let fly expletives whenever some idiot makes a sudden mad dash onto your lane without signaling and also to control our need for carnal pleasures ( i am guilty of this one mainly due to my previous blogs on asses, hehe).

It starts early in the morning when we wake up, shower and dress. we would then walk to our chosen mode of transportion, in my case it would be my trusty national car ( can't say it out loud, sshhh!) and drive out of my apartment. So far so good, i have some crazy deejay on the radio who happens to be a "he" but calls himself the hotchick A- - - C or was it my ears? oh nevermind if he was to make an ass out of himself!

Then i'd get onto the highway and lo and behold, the first of many traffic jams that i will encounter on my way to work. I'd already started cursing when i saw the butt end of a car suddenly looming up in front of me, luckily i managed to jam the brakes. Then i'd puld be cursing the driver in that god forsaken car! I could feel that whatever brownie points that i might have accumulated slowly dwindling. damn it. Then I'd slowly inch my way with the other cars, every few minutes looking at the clock on the dashboard and wishing that the jam would just get a move on!

Then i'd try to calm myself down and switch channels and not to get irritated. then i would look around and amuse myself looking at other drivers. i see some lady looking at the rearview mirror and applying lipstick whilst obviously enjoying some good gossip as i could see her lips moving feverishly. Good God women, shut your yap apply your lipstick before you cause a bloody accident and make other drivers miserable because you were so engrossed in your friends shopping list which i guess included whips and handcuffs! urgh! or were you busy listening how your best friends hubby came home with lipstick on his collar or something as nosensical as that!

Then i finally reach the Duta Toll Plaza and que up for the touch and go when some bloody idiot makes a mad dash for the space which had suddenly opened up in front of me, me not wanting to easily give in makes a mad dash also and managed to squeeze the guy out before he got onto the space, hehehe, evil satisfaction as i looked at him and smiled with glee! hahah, serves you right idiot! damn it, more expletives!

Then more traffic! more time to look around and waste precious natural resources not doing anything. Petrol i mean, its like freakingly expensive nowadays and what are we all doing? we are all just sitting on the road, in our flashy cars and digging our noses, farting loudly and sometimes the odd quiet ones which smells as if you hadn't shat for a week and you smile contentedly smelling the foul gas. Have you ever notice that when its yoour own fart, no how smelly it is you will just smile but if some other person lets go a shitload of smelly gasses, you will most probably blow you top! heheh....this is when we have nothing else better to do in the car and we begin to think of the movie we watched last nite where the girl was wearing a short skirt! woohhoo....hahah...see, more evil thots.

and finally we reach the office. we are all relieved cause we made it thru onother hellish trip to work unscathed. but dun forget, you have another trip back home which has the potential of depleting your already pitiful brownie points! heheh

so you see how bad traffic is on puasa...?! Samy, save us lah! build more roads and less tolls!