its cause we customers. we malaysian customers are the most cheap, stingy, audacious, calculative, cheap, sly and horrible customers around. did i mention cheap?
And as we all know, we cant point one finger at one side without 3 fingers pointing back and a thumb pointing at the side. (lets call it karma's right/left hand rule) *note: the thumb shall be direction at which your face will fly when that slap hits you.
and I'm not exception no matter how much i would like to sound like the pompous little rich kid that i am. refilling my 700ml water bottle with cokeandpepsiandvanillacokeand100plusand7up is not exactly one of the highs in my life. but it did feel oh so rebellious and clever. yes. for those of you that know what i mean. nod your head in agreement. there is no such rush and excitement as doing something rebellious and being "smart" enough to outwit the system.
all in favour say "aye".
So, yes. im pretty bummed i cant feel my bottle up with that delightful mixture of fluids anymore, but i guess all good things must come to an end (especially if they're wrong.)
but.. then again. i have filled up a 1500ml waterbottle with coke in mcD's before. (i know! im so aweso-o-o-o-me! hey, now doesn't that remind you of cov bonds..?) yes i KNOW the nerd in me is dying to show off. i guess nerds have ego's too. or only mine.
right the point is.. this time, we managed to do it again.
The story begins when the guys and i went to TGI fridays at pav (horrible food btw. mom cooks way better food. yes my mom DOES know how to do something else instead of packing me sandwiches everyday. ) after the meal, the waiters rushed out grabbed ryan pereira sat him on a high chair and wished him happy birthday! the lot of us were obviously really happy singing joyfully and clapping away loudly. so loudly that chengyee heard us from DOWNSTAIRS. so loudly that sam walked by and actually wished ryan too.
The thing was. It wasn't ryan's birthday.
Before you drop your jaws in disgust and suprise. bear in mind we had a perfectly valid reason.
reason: free cake. ICE CREAM CAKE.
okay, now you can drop them.
ooh, i feel so clever my insides are dancing with joy.
conscience: no you're not. that was a horrible thing to do. you made a fool of the system and in a way you stole their food. what if the next authentic birthday boy comes in later and there's no cake for him? shame on you. you ought to be ashamed of you... hmm wait a sec. ooh. good cake..!(mental high five) win-win situation.
The thing was some table before us had already had a birthday celebration, and the revs, on the table beside us (they came early) after seeing the celebrations, said this.
revs: Ei, ei you guys do the same thing la! i dare you. ha ha haha.
us: Oh but we ARE.
;]
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Moving on, i've got quite abit to blog about. and no, im not gonna bore you with my own account of the exams. ;) who cares what a huge public figure like me thinks right? mm hmm. hahah.
Sometimes, doesn't the most cina-fied uncles and aunties annoy the hell out of you?
like the other day, there was a neighbours gathering at this new neighbours home. so as we all know, i live in a really cina chinese area. so all my neighbours are pretty much.. ah biao and ah leng.
So, the thing that really annoyed me is the face that they're never really convinced about something until they get to "feel" it.
eg: this uncle was walking up the stairs and the top of the railing was made of wood. it was obviously wood. but noooo uncle has to poke and prod to "prove" its wood. but the thing was he wasn't poking nor prodding. he banged the poor thing with his hands a few times until his hands hurt and then finally concluded "ya ya, it IS wood." *note: uncle is VISITOR. Uncle is 60. say "ouch", uncle.
i swear im never gonna let him near glass. or fine china.
"OH YAYA, IT BREAK WITH LOUD SOUND! GO 'PIAAANG'! ITS GLASS LAH!"
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yes i hoped things would be different
that dreams would come true
that i could rejoice
that i could smile
that i could sing happily
that we would be hand in hand
that i could boast to my friends
that i could feel the same feeling twice
that my heart wouldn't feel so heavy
that my head wouldn't be buried in my hands
that my ipod would stop playing emo songs
that i can at least focus
that i would stop replaying those moments
that deciding moment
that changed everything
that fucking barca.
why did you lose manunited.. why.
