I went to an open-house today. Full of Malays. I only went for the food. Socialising with Malays is just not my thing. Especially with most Malay boys my age. They're such drop-kicks and should be shot before they can reproduce. Oops. That's a bit harsh.
I hoped Rai would be there but she didn't come. That would have made it a bit more fun. Actually, maybe not. Too much gender segregation. I was stuck with my brothers talking to their friends about how much they hate "fags". I know. How manly of them. Somebody kill me please.
I couldn't take the atmosphere anymore so I went home. My mum was stuck there so she asked me to come pick her up. Lucky I have my license. I used the van. Guess what? Half-way there, when I was on the highway, the van went nuts (he's an old fella) and started screeching like crazy. I was scared. I drove really slow (like 30 in a 70 zone), got honked at, swore back at the idiots, and got there in one piece.
Mum called up NRMA. He saved us. We got home.
The End.