The crowd before the stroke of midnight jamming up the roads leading to Esplanade. People are looking up at the sky and occassionally looking their watches. Minutes ticked by. The traffic police also do not know. No one knows. Yet they waited patiently.
I am amongst the crowd with my kick-ass DSLR. It is drizzling a little bit so I was either in the car or walking along the five foot way with shades over my head.
And the crowd waits. Plus lots of Mat Cemerlangs. They have girlfriends wearing spaghetti straps and low waisted jeans that show the butt cracks because bikes owned by Mat Cemerlang are meant to slope to the front. So that the girls at the back slide to the front, their breasts touching the rider. And hence, their jeans ride up.
Oh yeah, even on a significant night like tonight, the eve of[tag] Merdeka[/tag], our Penang Municipal Council either forget to switch on the light of this clock tower or as you guessed it, maintenance is poor and the bulbs all fused liao. If you can see the clock tower, it is because my photography skills damn cuuun wei. In case you wonder what is that space ship doing in front of the clock tower, that is sebiji pinang (betel nut) dibelah dua lah, doink.
Now, this is not a racial matter. But seriously, it is a social issue we need to look into. If you think [tag]Mat Cemerlang[/tag] is bad, wait till you see Mat Cermerlang JUNIOR! Yay! [tag]Malaysia[/tag] Boleh, Penang Pasti Boleh. Can you imagine parents who allowed their 10-12 years old kids to ride their basikal buruk with a huge flag all over town? I am not talking about deserted roads, but busy, busy roads like Dato’ Keramat, Beach Street and the banks area where bikes and cars zipped at deadly speed. Tonight is the night when all the bikers go wild.
A bunch of these little Mat Cermerlang Juniors gathered in front of Odeon Cinema triangle (an empty space) and hang there, at 12.30 am (midnight). I wonder, kiddoes, what are you all celebrating? Is it worth risking your young lives dicing with death? And how the hell your parents allowed you kids to come out at this hour? If the parents feel that ‘Hidup mati di tangan Tuhan’ so accident mati ke, tak mati ke terpulang… I can still accept. But hey, this area is where all the transexual prostitutes hang around to find clients. Not to mention lots of apek becha looking for some kicks. Plus drug addicts. Anak-anak semua ni bukan orang kebal (invincible) kan?
So, back to our State Government. Thousands of people hang around the Esplanade/Padang Kota Lama. Waiting for the fireworks that never take off. Because there was none. And no one knows for sure. It is as if very hard to publish in all the newspapers what programme our State Government is doing for us rakyat patriotik (konon). Both my hubby and I are sure that we did not see a single column. But we went anyway because I know I will have something to comment.
Well, they say we are not patriotic by not flying flags. But how to be patriotic when a simple notification cannot be spread to us rakyat so that we know not to wait under the rain for a stupid firework display that never come? Heh, my other half said that ‘he’ won’t dare to go melaung Merdeka this year ‘cos sked kena telur busuk nanti. Kehkehkeh.
So, there goes my chance of shooting politicians mingling happily with the rakyat jelata like last year. Happy Merdeka, you say? Come again? I can’t hear you.