I drove pass the market covered in dark. Indians camouflaged themselves under the shadow of the street lights. They sat, with empty bottles, on the road kerb opposite the Mamak (it's probably an Indian's) stall, where the other Comrades were staring over the TV screen for the lady whose name they never knew.
Just after the corner the polis had set up their trap for the night. A middle-age officer with no expression on his face, stopped me, shone his torch light on me, and signaled me to go. I must have looked kind.
I dashed pass the yellow lights, drove over the bridges, overtook some stupid looking vehicles, passed by the lake garden and speed to the end the empty road along the compound of Bukit Aman.
Over the traffic light cars and motocycles were lining up into the Merdeka Square. Chicks were hugging their abang from the back, and exposing behind them their waist between the flip of their forever-tighten T-shirt. These abang were not the Yamaha dudes, these were the Modenas, with loose jeans and cheap sport shoes, sitting straight up like in the classroom.
I drove pass the Chinese Assemble Hall, pass the Chinese school, pass the night club with another flock of desperate predator. Cars were queuing for their lonely soul to be sucked up for nothing.
But I have got no where to escape, i thought to myself.
When it fell night the city was indeed a mysterious creature.
At this odd moment of the night, my car caress over her body in a gentle swift. I sucked from her breast my never-ending sorrow and solitude.
I dashed pass the yellow lights, drove over the bridges, overtook some stupid looking vehicles, passed by the lake garden and speed to the end the empty road along the compound of Bukit Aman.
Over the traffic light cars and motocycles were lining up into the Merdeka Square. Chicks were hugging their abang from the back, and exposing behind them their waist between the flip of their forever-tighten T-shirt. These abang were not the Yamaha dudes, these were the Modenas, with loose jeans and cheap sport shoes, sitting straight up like in the classroom.
I drove pass the mosque, and then the train station.
I drove pass the Chinese Assemble Hall, pass the Chinese school, pass the night club with another flock of desperate predator. Cars were queuing for their lonely soul to be sucked up for nothing.
Then I drove pass the petrol station. Their lights shone like a huge UFO. I saw creatures like Aliens floating in the the sky watching at me as i watched them. With their lit-up forefingers they coveyed to me some sacred message in an unknown language. Abandon ship. Wisdom from some billion light-years away.
But I have got no where to escape, i thought to myself.
When it fell night the city was indeed a mysterious creature.
At this odd moment of the night, my car caress over her body in a gentle swift. I sucked from her breast my never-ending sorrow and solitude.
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