My car was egged again yesterday. I'm now convinced that somebody is onto me with something. But that's the problem with egg throwing innit? To this very day, a month after somebody threw eggs on my car, I still have no idea what I did.
So apparently, I haven't change or improve the thing I did that angered the egg thrower. And how should I know what I should change anyway? This is just plain silly.
When Kedai Runcit Chong's front wall is smeared with red paint, it shows the taukeh still owes a substantial amount of money to a loan shark. When a politician gets an envelope with a live bullet in it, he must have offended the Sultan or the malays in general. But when Afiq's car is egged, the eggs will just be washed away by Malaysia's topical downpour, leaving him with two thoughts:
1. What a waste of perfectly good eggs.
2. I will have half-boiled eggs for breakfast tomorrow.
Which I did by the way. Yummers~
Pointless really, this egg-throwing practice.