Let me try to speak the way late Mary Alice whispered to Wisteria Lane.
Every little morning at Lebuh Kampung Jawa, the sun rays are going to pierce through the dense treetops along the seemingly placid road, as busy people are rushing their ways to work. It will probably rain on the next morning that the rays aint going to shine on the people, but the people will still be going to rush to clock in. Some are starting to crack their heads thinking of how to solve the yield issues and design problems, some are speculating about what the future is going to hold, some are counting steps while walking towards the office with apparently empty mind, and some, are impatiently looking forward to the next hour, the next day, and week, and month, and probably, year.
In SM's mama's car. Maximum fuel efficiency, minimum driver-point wastage, crammed, dont-think-it-will-happen-again scene. Bye bye.
