Stereotyping

Life is about defining moments. Sometimes you think you had the defining moment and then you look back and realize it was just another insignificant moment onto which you tried to project some kind of gravity. But occasionally you are really at the crossroad. And when those two roads diverge, your creature-of-habit self starts to push you down the path most taken, but your gut tells you that maybe this is the defining moment when you need to take the road less traveled. It happens in an instant. There is no deliberation, no analysis of the consequences, and no contemplation of the repercussions. You just do it!

I became I a cabbie because I think it’s the coolest job in the world. You sit in your car, wander around and get paid doing it. I am not denying, there are some bad apple in my profession (c’mon there are some bad cops as well).

A lot of cabbies do act as pimps. Imagine going on a 12 hour shift, getting less than RM200 a shift where ¾ of it will got to business expenses (Cab rent / petrol / food / coffee). Those extra incomes do come in handy to the cabbies that have family of 8 to feed. It’s easier to sell sex than to sell insurance.

When I was asked about women in my previous post I was a bit pissed. Stereotyping is not cool.

I remember when I was about 16 or so … I was body searched by a bunch of cop who thought that I was a drug addict …. Just because I was skinny.

Man … I really hate being stereotyped!! The world would be a better place when people stop stereotyping.