Tripleone

I got stopped on Saturday night, in a roadblock on the way back from sending some friends home. Standard roadblock, road dividers, cops, and more cops with flags and clipboards, and not to mention that small thump of anxiety as you race through possible reasons why they would stop you and throw your ass in jail. Did I clean out the dead prostitute in the boot? Do I have a joint butt stuck to the side of my neck?  Am i wearing a black metal shirt? Do i even have all my clothes on?

So it turns out i was speeding. 133, and the limit was 80.

80? On a highway? That is dangerously slow, but thats a whole other issue altogether.

I was plain hoping me and my band manager Nad look like real goodie malay kids. But obviously not. The cop cut to the chase and smiled as he told me that I would have to pay a looooot of money for the fine. And they are really good at this. Sentences that don’t really finish in terms of intonation.

Ah, ini kena saman ni. Kena masuk mahkamah…

And he actually SPEAKS the dot dot dot at the end. A vague tapi hovers in the air as he smiles. I wish they would just cut to the chase, something around the lines of

Good evening. I am a cop, I am underpaid. You can either pay the government tons of money for rushing safely home, so that they can budget another supermulticybercorridor, or you can pay me some over the window money so i can buy my kids some decent textbooks.

So i imagine he says that, and wave 30 bucks in his face. He takes it and actually has the balls to ask me if i have enough to ‘belanja’ myself. Nice, Mr. Policeman.

So if anybody has the semangat to report this cop for corruption, i have drawn my own photofit :

Sometimes the things you put away come back to haunt you. Okay, haunt is too negative a word. But sometimes, when you least expect it, memories come back. You take it off the shelf, look at it, smile, and then put it back again. Never any hard feelings.

One of my ex-girlfriends from a time long past came in contact with me,
and it was strange, to say the least. It has been roughly eight years
since we heard and seen each other, and now we are halfway across the
world, as friends. Spain and Malaysia. But, the moment of ultimate strangeness is when you
see each other’s pictures and you get a strange feeling of deja vu. She
looks different, yet the same.

So Miss Maria, like I told you at the end of everything, take care of
yourself and you will find what it is you are looking for. And i am sure you are pretty close.

"Women need rules of engagement. We have to learn to fight fair and we have to learn how to end fights. Men compete like crazy. In the end there’s a winner and a loser and then everybody has a beer and they’re friends. Women need to learn this."

Hmmm. i agree and disagree. there is never a winner or a loser.