Happy 69th Birthday, Mak

My mom when she was 17
My mom and her 7/8 of her siblings when she was 17 years old. Missing from this picture is her eldest brother, Hamidon

Today is my mom’s 69th birthday.

Some brownies will make their way to her house later today.

Mom and her siblings in 2007
My mom and 6/8 of her siblings. From left: younger sisters Rasidah and Rodziah, elder brother Hamidon, my mom, younger sister Fatimah. Seated in front is her youngest brother, Jasmin. The two deceased are her younger sister Zahariah (passed away in 1991) and younger brother, Nadzri (passed away in 2002)

Illegal Racing

How many times have you driven on the Federal Highway, and then find yourself having to avoid a motorcycle?

How many times have you seen motorcycles on the Federal Highway?

Often?

If so, did you not realise that motorcycles are not supposed to be on the Federal Highway lanes as there are motorcycle lanes made available for them? For whatever reason that they may give, what f***ing business do they have riding on the car lanes on the Federal Highway?

It becomes worse during the weekend nights when one group would race on the Federal Highway. They never have their lights on, and they zigzag in between cars as if the car drivers would just adhere to the lawlessness they bring about. It would be nice to see these bastards crash onto the highway at those breakneck speed and actually break their neck that has been supporting their brainless head. Then again, it would be cool to see pink and grey matter spattered all on the asphalt with the top half of the head inside that stupid helmet (if any) and the bottom half begins just below where the nose used to be.

They are lucky they are not doing this some 20 years ago. Nowadays, I would just say things like “Babi punya pelumba haram!” (Bastard illegal racers…literally: Illegal racing pigs)

If only I can perform magic and actually transform them into the exact thing I cursed. Then maybe they would look like this:

Babi punya pelumba haram