Jam

Last weekend I had a sleep-over at a friend's house. After dinner, all three of us had to go pick up a friend at Putrajaya Sentral. We drove this friend's car. She was headed to Putrajaya from LCCT. We were from Kajang.

It was late at night and we didn't know the way.

And naturally, we got lost. After driving round and round in circles and nearly running over a policewoman on a kapcai to stop and ask for directions (and decided not too) we tried one more time to get to the Putrajaya hospital and look for the fire station because my girlfriend who was driving said that the train station was somewhere there.

Then she said;
-Takpe. Rilek la. Kita banyak masa lagi. Rina cakap tren dia sampai pukul 10.20.

At that time I was looking at my handphone and the time indicated 22:25.

-Eh? Apa pulak banyak masa? Sekarang ni dah pukul 10.25 dah!
-Mana ada. Baru 9.58. Tu tengok tu.

And my friend pointed to the illuminated numbers on the dashboard of the car.

-Tu? 9.58?
-Itu channel radio!!! 95.8 la!
-OWH...aku ingatkan jam. Kat kereta aku jam letaknya kat situ.

When you have a bunch of ladies who are either nearing forty, in their early or in their mid forties, itu la jadinya. Rabun, pelupa, dan tak tau jalan. That's a lethal combination. :))