Summons and alcohol….

RM 300 down the fucking drain. It’s a fucking waste. Fuck the whole shit. I’m so fucking pissed. But I dunno who should I be pissed at. Sure as hell it ain’t gonna be me. Fuck that. I just found out that I gotta pay fucking RM 300 to settle my summons. Well, actually, it’s only supposed to be a kompaun. Tapi kan semua orang tahu, sapa nak bayar kompaun ataupun saman cepat-cepat?! Mesti wait until last minute. What else will a truly pariotic Malaysian do?

Two weeks ago, when I decided to renew my motorcycle road tax after it expired a fortnight before, I got the dreaded news. Yeah.

JPJ Lady: “Encik. Ni ada saman belum settle. Kalau takde settle, tak boleh ambik road tax”

Me: (staring at the hot chick on my right) “Hah?! Apa tu??!!”

JPJ Lady: “Ni. Tengok. Ada saman. Daerah Kuala Muda. Kedah. Kena bayar dulu. Baru boleh ambik road tax”

Me: (mumbling under my breath) “Fuck!”

JPJ Lady: “Terima Kasih.” (Flashes her ‘SAYA ANTI RASUAH’ badge)

Me: (heading back towards my car) “FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

Now, let me give you guys a flashback. It was 2006, during the World Cup period. Qualifying stages. I was with 3 of my housemates, at the malay shop at 3am watching a fucking disappointing game (by disappointing, I mean that we lost a fucking bet). And so, we left the shop and stopped at the crossroads waiting for the traffic lights to turn green. On the junction to our right, there were 4 bikes with 4 dudes on ‘em. We waited and waited, and got impatient, and jumped the red light. At about the same location where I had my accident few months back (see previous post), we were suddenly surrounded by those 4 dudes on the 4 bikes.

Dude 1 on bike: “Berhenti. Tepi. Tepi.”

Me: “Apa pasal?!”

Dude 2 on bike: “Kami polis.” (Flashes his badge)

My fren : “Macha, DIEEE laaaa!!!!!”

Me : “Oh my fucking gawddd!!”

Dude 3 on bike: “Apa pasal langgar lampu merah?”

My fren: “Tolong encik. Tolong kasi lepas. Kita student. Buat silap”

Dude 2 on bike: “Tak boleh. Tak boleh.”

Dude 3 on bike: “Keluar lesen sama IC”

Me: (In Tamil) “Macha… we are screwed. Big Time. My lesen mati.”

Dude 4 on bike: (he doesn’t say anythg, just sits on his bike and smiles away during the whole episode)

Dude 1 on bike: (Writes an love letter for the 3 of us) “Nah…! Pi mahkamah kalau mau settle!”

And so, time passed on. One of my friend settled his saman and another fren’s saman with his “contact”. I meanwhile, got fucked coz he and I had a fallout during an alcohol session. Strangely, we went along fine even after that. (Student life mahh… enjoyyyy!!!!)

Well, a year later, here I am. Ghosts of the past trying to fuck me upside down. I managed to ask my colleague to give me a “contact” to settle the shit, and I managed to get my road tax for my bike last week. But now, this “contact” calls me and says that I gotta pay up the actual amount. He couldn’t “settle” it fully. He just paid up the amaount himself and now I gotta pay him. RM 300. Down the drain. For nothing.

Fuck the alcohol.