I am waiting for a meeting to start.
Previously, there was a Mee Rebus session with some online writers and bankers.
YES! There is a conspiracy to destroy Perasan Rakyat. Muahahahaha!
Ugh. As if you guys actually matter.
I sit down now, outside a building, smoking, thinking back at what's important.
I am important. I matter. To me.
The rest? Fuck should I care?
I should just focus on myself and be selfish and make use of my status as a MAN, a MALAY and considered by most as a MUSLIM.
My non-Malay friends and mentors have told me all these years to take advantage of these things and make tons of money.
It's not as if I didn't try.
I just don't know how. I don't get it.
I mean, some men, they beat up their spouses and the women keep on sucking their dicks.
It happens in my rural area and it happens in cities.
As a MAN, I can beat these idiots up and get away with it. Hell I can even rape them and get away with it.
But I didn't, did I?
And as a Malay, I've been looking for years -YEARS- for some free money. Some free tongkat money.
Where the fuck is it? Where are my millions?
Everything I have today, from my flip-flops to my Blackberry, I worked for it. Hard.
I guess, that leaves being a Muslim. Where eventually, I'll get to heaven.