That is, until it was deemed a fashion faux pas and the police stopped wearing them en masse. After all, when Badawi become PM one of his objectives was to cut down on corruption, even to the extent of making them wear one of those cute little ‘anti-corruption’ badges. I’m just not sure if he’s a corruptible cop or a good one. Or is it? I could attempt to bribe the policeman with some cash. RM300 fine for not wearing a seatbelt, and another RM300 for not bringing my driver’s license together with me. I handed him my IC (aka ‘tingki’) for the second time and the policeman proceeded to jot down my details. Kenny: Ohhhh! ‘Teng ki’ lah! (Bloody hell, don’t speak Hokkien if you can’t lah you idiot.) SHIT! Forgot to bring the driver’s license together with me! Double whammy. I took out the IC from my wallet and handed it over to the police. I’ll attempt to recreate them as accurate as possible here. The traffic police who stopped me was a 30-something year old man who spoke in a strange hybrid of Malay, English and Hokkien. You know, the whole yalah-I-know-I-did-something-wrong-lah-so-quit-torturing-me-and-get-it-over-with-dammit routine. “SHIT!” I thought to myself as I scrambled to fasten my seatbelt. Kuching traffic police was working hard that day, and when they saw me without my seatbelts on, boy they sure welcome me with open arms. There I was on Ellis Road, turning into Jalan Lumba Kuda, and BAM! Big mistake. I was driving to work as usual on a Saturday morning.
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