Jam...not eatable one

Last Saturday, I was trapped in the traffic jam again while on the way to the "Stepping Stones" orphanage. It was the longest (3 hours) out of the three "long" traffic jam I had in west Malaysia. Unfortunately, this time I was on manual transmission church van. Fortunately I was not alone because I was accompanied by Ivan, Samson, Kai Seng, Adrienne, Ivy, Queenie, Phoebe and Carmen.

I almost gone mad because of the crazy heavy traffic. I can't really feel both of my legs because I was forced to press on both clutch and accelerator pedals...almost all the times. It was a "superslow" moving traffic. Due to the frustrations because of the hot weather and warm air-con, we chose to sing some of the choir songs in the car. Instead of sing, I tried to shout all the frustrations. However...it didn't help at all. It only made me sweat more.

Then, I received a call from Pastor Kenneth. According to him, there were almost 30,000 Malaysians marching nearby the king's palace. Well, they were protesting on something. What was it? Go read newspaper. Therefore, we decided to turn back. Some of the churchmates were hungry and they requested me to stop by the petrol station to have some food and drinks. After hanged around there for almost 30 minutes, we decided to join all the "tortoises" (cars) again.

We arrived church at about one hour later... = =