Archive for August, 2004


August 14, 2004

attitude showdown

I was in the cinema ticketing counter today….

Me : “The Village 9.50 pm … for 6 person please.”

Bitch : [babbling something I couldn't understand]

Bitch was a girl behind the ticketing counter. I couldn’t decipher a word she said because she spoke too fast in some broken English.

But that concerned me not as I could see from her body language that she was actually asking for confirmation on our seating.

Me : “Errr…. I’d take that row …. but for SIX person. You have only 5 selected there.”

Bitch : [showed acerbic expression as if I've killed her gay lover] “Is that all ??”

Me : “Yes.”

Bitch : [speaking in an unfriendly tone] “Fifty four ringgit.”

I paid and left the counter. After I walked about 10 meters away, Emily checked the tickets and found some discrepancies. The tickets issued by the bitch was a 5.20 pm show, which was wrong. So, I took the 6 tickets back to the counter for an exchange.

Me : “Miss, you issued us 5.20 pm show tickets, we asked for a 9.20 pm show”

Bitch : [grabbed tickets] “You didn’t say 9.20 pm”

Me : “I did, Miss. Maybe you didn’t hear that… could you just change our tickets to the 9.20pm show?”

Bitch : “I confirmed your order on the screen just now, you should have bla bla bla … next time, don’t … bla bla bla …”

Yes, she was turning the whole deal the other way round. She was trying to make it sound as if it was my fault and all that. That actually made my blood boil … that was when I realized Emily’s blood was already boiling…

Emily : “Hey! Are you even serious?? I don’t recall you making any confirmation… ”

Bitch : “Yes I did !! You guys should have … bla bla bla … bla bla bla !!!”

Me : “You absolutely DIDN’T. Just change the goddamn ticket, and mind that attitude.”

Bitch : “I DID !! I was bla bla bla … and bla bla bla …”

Me : “Look bitch, it does not matter now. Now, are you going to change my ticket or are you going to continue barking ?”

Bitch : “I’m not the one that is arguing here, you’re the one who wanted to…”

I did not let her finish her sentence. I pointed at her with my index finger, and showed her a really nasty face

Me : “Are you going to change the tickets or not !?”

Bitch : “Yes I am.”

Me : “Good, just shut up and do it.”

And she diligently followed my instructions. Too bad she looked like a wild hog crossed with an albino ape, else I would have asked her to suck my dick.

Bitch : “Here’s your ticket SIRRRRRR and thanks for arguing” [while giving a perturbed look]

Me : “Thank you bitch”

If I’m still in my wild years, I would have escalated the attitude showdown to her manager on the spot. Or probably forced my way behind the counter and kicked her groin. Young girls nowadays have no manners and deserve to be flat chested for the rest of their miserable life.

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August 12, 2004

patriot or not ?

You and I have seen it. They’re everywhere. Those flags that adorned our local automobiles on the month of August. Some stick one on top of their windscreen, some stick several of them around their cars. Heck, some even draped a big one across their hood.

So, what’s with all these sudden flaunt of patriotism ? Of course, we Malaysians knew that it’s our National Day. Those flags are suppose to show everyone that we’re patriotic. That we’re proud to be Malaysians. That we love our country and are proud to live here. Yeah right.

These patriots, apart from decorating their car with flags, will also throng onto the streets on National Day eve … shouting and yelling… jamming the traffic…racing and shits. They’re celebrating real hard because they feel like being patriotic. Then, they would stand for hours on Dataran Merdeka to watch the colorful parade … with their families, and would leave lots of burger wrappers on the street everywhere - to show everyone that they buy Malaysian goods - that’s so patriotic.

As if it’s still not patriotic enough, these patriots would also paint some graffiti behind our public lavatory doors, complimenting their friends and writing love poems … to show that they’re not illiterate, and that they’re thankful to be able to study freely in this country. Their moms are so proud of them.

Having said all that, I guess I don’t have to explain how I really felt about those attention seeking parasites. You see, being a patriot isn’t just about whoring for attention using a flag. It’s far more than that …

I do not know how to be a patriot coz I’m never one myself - but at least, I know how to appreciate the environment around me and be considerate. I have never thrown any garbage out of my car window nor vandalized any public property before … and I always aim my dick straight whenever I’m taking a leak at public toilet. It’s a simple thing to show how you care. (alright, I’ve vandalized my discipline teacher’s motorcycle before … but it ain’t public property so it doesn’t count)

We can see that there’s a lot of “patriots” out there hanging flags, but unfortunately, none of them really for real. I still see people throwing out garbage from their car … people vandalizing public toilet … people snatching handbags (chickens too) …people barfing in public places (PukeMachine) … people stealing manhole covers, cars, electric cables, railway tracks, underwears … etc. And yet, they have the audacity to profess that they’re a patriot.

Patriot my ass.

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August 11, 2004

what’s happening ?

I don’t know what had happened - I kept seeing weird stuffs for the past 24 hours.

Last night, after getting disconnected again from the internet for the 3 millionth and 27th times, I decided to stop surfing and watch the TV instead. Sex and the City. Albeit I don’t really like SarahJessicaFucker (coz she actually looked like a she-male), but it was quite an entertaining show. I was enjoying the show for about 10 - 15 minutes through, until suddenly, something flew into my apartment (through the balcony).

It was about the size of a crow, and was dark in color. It flew through my living room into my dining room, and flew back, then repeated the whole route. Basically, it was flying in an ellipse manner … round and round. After it flew past me for the second time, I managed to catch a glimpse of what it really was. It’s a bat. Bats are cool animals. I like them.

Emily, who was talking on her cellphone at that time, went aghast and gave out a shriek of horror. I, in turn, was astonished by the beauty of the animal and was kinda admiring the nocturnal creature taking it’s tour flight around my apartment.

“Oh my goddd .. eeeekk eeeeekkk eeeeekk hweeeeek !!!”
“Be silent dear. You might scare the cute fella”
SMACK !

After it flew for about 3 rounds, it bailed out through the balcony … and disappeared into the night. This is the first time a bat ever flew into my apartment … and I don’t think it’s normal. Maybe it’s here to promote the new upcoming Batman movie …or maybe, it’s trying to let me know of something.

Fine, then this morning, while I was having my breakfast with Emily (I’m not working today, by the way), I saw this really weird kid. It’s a girl about 7 years old, and she was with her father. The father, was actually busy talking to another friend, while this kid was busy playing by herself. Well, I’m not sure if it should be called as ‘playing’ but, I don’t have an idea how to describe what she actually was doing.

She was walking around and shouting. At first, it was a Bruce Lee cat-purr (I don’t know why, I kept encounter kids that has a deep fetish for Bruce Lee’s yell) and then, she began to talk to herself. I do understand that some kids actually has that kind of “imaginary friend” shits, but trust me, this is no imaginary friend shit. I think she can see dead people (or maybe somekind of invisible alien). She was like chatting with the air, and even danced by herself. Frankly speaking, she was damn annoying. Even Emily felt that too… she even quoted “Damn, that kid is annoying. Let’s beat her up.” Alright, I made that up, Emily’s not really that violent. And her father, was like playing deaf and blind about her daughter’s misbehavior.

Bloody hell. I don’t understand how some people can ignore their own kid’s eccentricity. I am very sure that the kid’s weird. And I seriously think that the father should do something about it … like giving her a hard spank before interrogating her who’s the invisible friend … or get her to a nearby psychiatric ward for treatment.

Ok, I then headed my way to the bank, because I need to withdraw a couple of millions to feed the poor. While I’m looking for a place to park Lorraine, I suddenly saw 4 blokes running in a very ardent manner - across the street in front of my car, jumping over the divider and a couple of them sprinting on the right side of the pedestrian walkway. I quipped to Emily :

“That’s an Olympic spirit.”
“I think they’re chasing some snatch thief.”

Emily’s got a point - as chasing snatch thief is one of Malaysian’s favorite past time recently. It provides a comprehensive workout, plus, you get to be hero at the same time. It’s fast becoming a general hobby.

ICQ dork #1 : “So, what do you do during your free time ?”
ICQ dork #2 : “I collect stamps and occasionally, chase snatch thieves..”
ICQ dork #1 : “Cool ! I chase snatch thieves too. What a coincidence !”

But then, as I drove past the bunch of very fast guys, I realized that it wasn’t anything near what we thought it was. Those bunch of guys were actually chasing a chicken ! Imagine that, the entire street almost interrupted to a halt watching those 4 guys chasing 1… freaking … chicken. In the middle of an urban commercial district in Penang (it’s Beach Street .. actually). What the fuck ! I didn’t know chickens could snatch handbags …. Somebody tell me the world is still right !

Once inside the bank, I was waiting for my queue number with Emily. An old lady suddenly walked up to the teller and enquired for something. They exchanged a few words and just as I decided to look somewhere else, the old lady began to nod her head in a groovy way. You know, her head / body bobbing up and down rhythmically .. like a broadway dancer - as if she’s body signaling to the teller “Yeah bebeh .. yeah”. She did it successively 3 times. I thought I had mistaken that move until Emily gave me a nudge and asked “Did you see that ?? The old lady danced…”. I couldn’t explain why she did that. A bank’s definitely not an appropriate place to do that .. if it’s not obvious enough - what more to see an OLD LADY doing some gangsta’ rap head bob in a BANK.

Alright, one must have thought that I have seen the day… but no. After banking, I went across the Penang bridge to fix Lorraine’s rattling door up. I was overtaking a Toyota Vios (I want..) when suddenly (noticed that this word has been used repeatedly for quite a number of times in this post…), the driver winded his window down. I can see from my side that it was a middle aged guy with a lush mustache (who resembled the mexican knife throwing villain in Desperado). He then stuck out his right hand, and put it up high above the air. Then, he started to rub his fingers together with his thumb, as if he’s ridding off some sticky substances from his fingers.

I was clueless on what he’s actually doing at that moment, until I managed to drive my car ahead of his and saw it all. OMFG. I actually saw him shove his finger(s) inside one of his nostril, and rigorously raped his own nose… then, he would rid his sticky and slimy boogers off by lifting his hands out high from the car window. (the science behind = strong winds would speed up the evaporation of moisture from his semi solid boogers, and reduces it’s adhesive property which in turn, makes it easier for him to dispose his boogers from his fingers). I felt so goddamn lucky not to drive behind his car, else, it would be a punishment just to clean up Lorraine for good.

So, what’s with all the weird things I encountered ? Are they somekind of signs that the world is coming to an end ? Or are they suppose to be sort of supernatural messages conveyed by some supreme being from outer space ? If it’s indeed messages, what are they trying to tell me ? “We are weird” ?

Oh please, if somebody knew what is happening, please tell me. Stop the madness already. [entering dementia state]

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August 10, 2004

message from a lowlife

Received an ICQ message from an unidentified source at 10.09pm ….

Whatever : bonjour

me : ?

Whatever : hello

me : ok .. hello

Whatever : adios

me : who are you ? some mexican fuck trying to pimp for online porno ?

Whatever : me is no mexican. n watch ur langue

me : watch my language ? like what ? fuck you ? get a life … pimp somewhere else

Whatever : i can’t believe it… malaysians…uncivilised!

me : at least we don’t randomly message out to someone they don’t know and PIMP IN SPANISH … or whatever shitty language you may have learned. Moron.

Whatever : i used only one word of spanish, in case you haven’t noticed… the others were french

me : yeah, that’s very smart indeed. Very civilized. Your mom is so proud of you. Tiu. (that’s “FUCK” in cantonese).

Whatever : so… u have blocked me. never mind…

me : Rest in peace.

Whatever : u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick! u r sick!

And this moron attempted to bomb my ICQ account with perpetual “u r sick!” message. What a loser. I ignored the bastard and hoped that he would get 1 fresh growth of genital wart for each sentence of “u r sick!” he sent me…

Oh, in case you feel like venting out your anger or frustration … and in need of some practice target to spew your profanities …. feel free to message this guy at ICQ UIN 296882157.

Update:
Cyberspace morons, heed these messages :

- when you want to befriend someone, always get straight to the point. Communicate in English, be articulate. Cut the a/s/l shits.

- if the person refuse to talk to you, don’t bitch. If the person doesn’t understand your message, you suck. If the person doesn’t like you, fuck off.

- if you send a hate message or hate email out to the particular person, then he/she has all the rights to publish your email address, contact info and boner content in cyberspace… and has all the privileges to cuss your entire family with no boundary of derogatory factor.

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August 9, 2004

multitasking

Sometime last week …

I was looking for my colleague Elbee, needed to get something done. There’s no answer from his desk phone, so I called him at his cellphone. It went on unanswered. But just before the call goes into the voice message, Elbee finally answered.

Elbee : “Errr…hello…”

Me : “Elbee ! Michael chi peng.”
(translation : “Elbee ! It’s Michael here”)

Elbee : “Errr … hamisu ?”
(translation : “Errr … what’s the matter ?”)

At that particular moment, I noticed that his voice sounded a bit different. It was as if he’s talking inside a metal box. It has this kind of weird echo / surround effect. I was curious about just where he was … and so, I took the intiative to find out

Me : “Elbee… lu tua toh lok ui ?”
(translation : “Elbee … where are you ?”)

Elbee : “Errr… wa tua ti…. errr … ha mi su boh ?”
(translation : “Errr… I’m now at …. err … what’s the matter actually ?”)

From the way he responded, I managed to hard-guess that he’s actually taking a dump inside a toilet booth.

Me : “Elbee … lu tua toilet si boh ? heheh …”
(translation : “Elbee … are you inside the toilet ? heheh …”)

Elbee : “Eh heh heh … ha mi su ?”
(translation : “Eh heh heh … what’s up ?”)

Me : “Hahah … an chua ? pang sai song boh ?”
(translation : “Hahah … so .. having a great time taking a dump ?”)

Elbee : “Heheh… hmmph..”

He was clearly paying attention on something else at that moment. Probably was working on a particular long piece of shit, trying to snip it off by contracting his anus hard.

Me : “Ok ler Elbee… ban ban pang. Pang liao, ka call wa … ok ?”
(translation : “Ok Elbee… take your time. Just call me when you finish… ok ?”)

Elbee : “Hmmmpphh … erhh… ok… ”

Kinda wondered, why is it so hard for some people to multitask while taking a dump ? I would usually bring along a book or my palm for some games while taking my dump. Sometimes, I would even call up my friends to chat too … coz dumping shit is a boring business.

My friend - Charles, he even brought along his portable disc player into the toilet, reading a copy of Gila-Gila at the same time (our local humour magazine, equivalent to Mad in US). It’s a good thing. Maybe Elbee’s too lame.

So kids, heed this message by brother Michael — When you take a dump, always bring along your revision book … or porn mag … or a Gameboy … or a foot massager. Just anything. According to some experts, it helps to train your brain how to multitask even in the most difficult situation - such as getting high defecating. (don’t ask me which expert).

Another community message by michaelooi.

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