*scowl*

Oh my gawd!!

I is so angry!!!!

I have had just about enough of these rich, spoilt-brat tai-tai's.

Just because you freaking married a freaking titled man and live a freaking glam life and have a freaking sprawling residence and a hundred freaking attendants at your command does not give you the freaking right to treat me like an underprivileged dog who can't count for beans.

That's one thing. The other is undermining my trustworthiness and sense of responsibility. I may not be the shining example in either of these aspects, but I did freaking triple-check your order okay. Not only did I freaking triple-check your order; I asked one of your freaking dogs who came and did the pick up to check and reconfirm; which he did!!

So how can you insist that it's not his fault and purely mine?!

Okay. Maybe some things are my fault. Like I didn't ask your dog for proof of purchase. He could have been a fake, then I would really die. And I didn't call you and ask your dog to reconfirm over the phone. And, I apologised too quickly (a stupid instinct when I'm pressured), truly believing for about two minutes that I really did screw up. So now it really does look like I'm lying and trying to twist the story. *bangs head on wall* Yeah, so in that sense, I really am dumb.

Still!!! The dog confirmed ok! For all you and I know he dropped it/smushed it/got hungry/his kid ate it/went shopping and left it somewhere and happily lied to you about it! Or, he left it in the car; I really wish I could see your face after the party when you find it there.

But it's not like you're gonna call and apologise for being a screechy psycho bitch right?

No, of course not. Screechy psycho people rarely have any manners. They only call people to scream at them.

GAWD!! You'd think etiquette and good manners would be equivalent to the amount of money they bleed out. So not! They're just bored assholes with lotsa cash who take sick, perverse joy in dominating and bullying regular people.

So sial I tell you!!! *huffing and puffing*

Eeeeeee!! *geramnye*

My colleagues and Daddy said my face looks like I wanna kill somebody. Hee. But I do. *cracks knuckles*

So geram!! Grr. One day Leehom-baby is gonna make Tan Sri and then I will go round scolding rich kids for no reason at all other than to feel shiok.

Grr.

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(*edit)

Memo to myself: Spend off day translating in-store FAQs so I can get them Canto-speakers to buy stuff. *evil grin*

I got no life. :D

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

It looks terrible. Noah Ringer may be a karate kid and all, but he looks really clumsy in the vid. But maybe my crazy-fan expectations are too high. On the good side it looks like Shyamalan hasn't completely cheapened-out the effects, like he did with The Happening (a giant fan and some trees?? Come on.)

Watch The Last Airbender teaser trailer!

I haven't seen what the other characters look like yet, but I found Aang and Zuko:


OMFG WHY IS IT A SHAOLIN OUTFIT WHERE THE EFF IS AANG'S AIRBENDER MONK GETUP WHY CAN'T I SEE THE TATTOOS IS THIS THE KID WE'RE GONNA SEE MAKE OUT WITH KATARA EWW OMG THAT'D BE CHILD PORN THAT'S EVEN MORE DISGUSTING THAN KATAANG ORIGINALLY IS EWW OMG EWW


And they murdered Zuko.

OMFG WHERE IS HIS FUNNY TOPKNOT FROM THE FIRST SEASON WE MUST HAVE THE TOPKNOT MEAN ZUKO FROM SEASON ONE IS NOTHING WITHOUT THE TOPKNOT AND WHICH PART OF HIS LEFT EYE IS BURNTED AND DEFORMED I DON'T SEE SHIT AND WHY DOESN'T HE LOOK MEAN ENOUGH AND WHY ARE THE FIRENATION SOLDIERS IN LOTR HELMETS WTF MAN

No, not even the flames can save him.

Don't get me wrong, I love Dev Patel and his puppydog eyes from Slumdog, but he'd be so much better off as Sokka! Sweet and goofy is so good on him! And Sokka is dark. And Zuko looks like he hasn't seen the sun since he was born. Wouldn't it make slightly more sense if Patel switched with Rathbone?!?! OHMYGAWD HAS SHYAMALAN EVEN WATCHED THE FRICKEN SERIES WHY CAN'T HE PRESERVE THE ORIGINALITY OF THE FLAWLESS WORK OF BRYKE WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE AND FOAM AT THE MOUTH FOR HE CLEARLY DOESN'T DESERVE TO DIRECT SUCH AWESOMENESS AND IS HE RACIST OR SOMETHING WOULD IT KILL HIM TO THROW SOME YELLOW PEOPLE INTO THE MIX IT'S NOT LIKE WE DON'T HAVE GREAT YELLOW ACTORS YOU KNOW AND FUTHERMORE...!


Shyamalan: Nah. *hands over the script* You so smart; YOU do lah.


Hee. =X

Feeling Charitable, Anyone?

I tell you, some people seriously really have nothing better to do.

If there's one thing on my pantang list (and this one's way up there), is being disturbed when I'm asleep. Like if I set my alarm at 6.00am and you rudely awaken me at 5.50am, prepare to suffer my wrath.

But if anything's worse, is the feeling when you're just about to doze off and then you're interrupted.

By a phone call.

A random one.

Gary: *plays 心中的日月*
Me: *drowsy* Hello...?
Fuck-fuck Fuckin' Son of a Bitch: Blahblahblah (Malay accent)

[not that I have anything against Malays; I just automatically know it's not someone I know 'cos my Malay friends speak accentless Engrish. =D]

Me: (not really bothered to hear what he's saying) Uh, I think you have the wrong number... Goodni...
FFFSoaB: *weird, somewhat perverse tone* No... Not wrong namberr...
Me: Goodnight. *hangs up*

Me: Oh sweet snuggly wuggly bed... *pulls comforter over head*

Gary: *心中的日月*
Me: *looks at number, sighs, picks up* Look, I already told you, you've got the wrong number. Now what is it that you want?!
FFFSoaB: Oh nahtyng... Ai jus' wan to messterbeit, and I wan you... to listen to eeet.
Me: *very irritated* Yeah well ask your mother to listen to it. Goodnight!
FFFSoaB: Blahblahblah...
Me: *hangs up*

Me: Oh sweet snuggly wuggly bed... *pulls comforter over head*

Gary: *心中的日月*

Me: *snarl*

Well I didn't answer him the third time, so i just let Gary play out 心中的日月 (it's a loverliee song :)) and he didn't try a fourth time.

But I mean seriously, watafak?!

You mean got people really got such sad lives one ah?!

Aww. Kesian. If anyone has a heart (and ears) big enough to try and make his life any less sad, feel free to call

Fuck-fuck Fuckin' Son of a Bitch
at +6012 8813 062

I have seriously had enough of these sick bastards.
As if the "Nak gigit telingaku tak?" guy wasn't enough.

I hope the fucker gets diagnosed with insomnia and erectile dysfuction on the same day and gets so frustrated he can't wank no more he'll go fruity and chop it off and satay-grill it and eat it and then dance in the streets stark-blinkin' naked and then WHAM! okay I won't curse up to this point since my own life is surrounded by public transport vehicles. But still! A very bad and messy end for this guy.

And the same fate for all perverted random callers too. That'll teach you fagshitters.

*Woody Woodpecker Laugh*

a line from today's paper:

"..he's so honest, his father should have named him Frank."

Lol! How come I never heard that one before.

OMG this clearly shows I'm going stir-crazy from trying to research The Homecoming.

Zero reference material online...

If got also have to pay...
Desperate enough to pay then find out the site bluff people one...
Have to cancel credit card...
Try to look for an actual Casestudy book but it's been out of print since 1971...
*bangs head loudly on table*

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll just lie down here and wait to die, thankyouverymuch.

There Are Nasty People In This World

(Note: draft written on Thursday, 19/02/09 and published only today thanks to Streamyx.)

I GOT BANNED FROM A CAR PARK.

Here's what happened:

Me: Hello.
Kanasai: So. Ten dollars ah.
Me: Wha...?
Kanasai: Six for today, four for Tuesday.
Me: What! I told you I didn't come on Tuesday what. I thought I told you yesterday.
Kanasai: Oh no. You came. You parked here. I even wrote it down. See. *shows me a paper with columns and four-digit numbers on it*
Me: But I wasn't here on Tuesday!
Kanasai: You were here. Ten dollars. Please.
Me: Look, I wasn't here on Tuesday. I told you that. And do you have any idea how many cars have the number 1328 listed on their license plates?
Kanasai: No, no. It's your car. Ten dollars.
Me: Look, it can't be lor, okay, because my Daddy wasn't in Bangkok on Tuesday so I didn't have to drive myself ov...
Kanasai: *rolls eyes* Look, I don't care whether your Daddy was in Bangkok (said with the suppressed contempt; I suspect the poor man's never had a chance to see the outside of Seremban) or not on Tuesday... I have proof (got emphasis one!) that it was you; so, ten dollars. Please. (again with the "ten dollars fullstop please"! I damn scared lor okay.)
Me: Well excuse me, but it wasn't (I also can emphasize my words!) me. I'm gonna give ya six bucks, and that's it.
Kanasai: *snatches my six bucks* Fine. I'll take your six dollars. Now you can leave; don't ever come back here to park again.
Me: (Screw you.) *drives off*

Like seriously, watafak?!
Do I seriously have the face of a person who looks like I'm gonna cheat you of RM4?!
And even if I was dastardly (and daring) enough to drive (MY FATHER'S) car OVER the divide on Tuesday, to escape a FOUR-DOLLAR FEE, then pray tell, why did I happily pay you six bucks on Wednesday and today?
I would have to be the biggest dumbass ever!

Anyhoo, like the sad, sad person that I am, I drove out quietly without any fuss, and promptly started crying as soon as I turned the corner.

I've never felt so bad before - if there's anything worse than being accused of being a liar and a cheat, is being accused of being a liar and a cheat, without reason, without actually having lied or cheated, by a complete stranger. Damn ouch okay, some random f'ler takes one look at you and decides with the utmost confidence that you are not to be trusted. OUCH, I said.

Naturally, after managing to drive home reasonably safely between sobs and teary eyes, Mommy saw my eyes all red and puffy, so she grabbed me by the arm and drove BACK to Carlton Star Car Park and demanded an apology.

That's my Mom for ya.

The words, "I'm sorry, okay?"
could not have come out more strangled than it would have out of a throttled dog.

Then, being after being malufied and all (cos my Momma had proof, too: my appointment card, which I forgot about, that being the other reason I did not even go to college on Tuesday), he still insisted that I can't come back to park there, to heck with it being a public car park and all, he doesn't like me, and that there are plenty of other car parks in the area.

And when questioned about why he felt the need to use such a brusque tone on me, he dawdled for a bit before he finally said it: "..when people try to cheat me... I just tell them off."

Fucker!

Basically what he's implying is, that despite that sorry excuse for an apology, I'm still a liar, a cheat, a troublemaker and whatever. (Like wow, I had no idea I looked so badass. *rolls eyes*)

Apparently if I continue to park there I will continue to cause even more problems for him, and so he plans to ban all cars with the numbers 1328 on their license plate from parking there. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it sure sounds like what he plans to do.

Daddy says he'll park there tomorrow deliberately using the same car. Lol.

Truth be told, I chose Carlton because it's open-air and in full view of two very busy main roads, and being the bicepless wimp that I am, I need to be safe and alive enough to see the day Leehom-baby finally proposes.

Sure I can park on Terminal's roof, it'll only cost me RM2.10, but I have to walk a block, and the building's pretty old and shady. And a known molester/kidnapper/delinquent/drug addict's haunt (all accusations made with solid proof, unlike some), so thank you very much.

Plus I liked the previous attendant, an uncle who forever wore a white button-down, red fisherman's hat and Soulja Boy shades. Quite a character, I know. But he was the nicest parking attendant ever, he'd make it a point to have a light chat when you arrive or leave, and inform you about their promotions that'll help you save on the parking fee. Plus he patrotically guaranteed that for the ridiculous six bucks, that my car would be safe for sure. How could I not park there. Seriously have no idea why and how he got replaced by this A-hole.

Sigh. Anyhoo Mom's still not happy, and she's gonna talk to Carlton's general manager or something or rather tomorrow, and hopefully the next time I park there my tyres won't get slashed or something.

Say... If I park there anyway and my car gets damaged, will he be liable? After all he told me not to park there...
(Contract and tort graduates, help me out here!)

The part I'm unhappy about is why I didn't handle the matter myself.
I cannot forever depend on other people to fight my fights for me, that's just... pathetic.
No sugarcoating it.

Dr. Buddy Rydell: Dave, there are two kinds of angry people - explosive and implosive. Explosive is the type of individual you see screaming at the cashier for not taking his coupon. Implosive is the cashier who remains quiet day after day and then finally shoots everyone in the store. You're the cashier.

I don't wanna shoot people.
Jail got no WiFi cannot blog lah
But I don't wanna be my Mom either.
Oh what should I do!!!
Oh where oh where is that little girl who used to get into fistfights and love it.
I could really use her right now.

Sigh. I wonder now if it's worth it to park there for the same six bucks minus the friendly attendant and with the added risk of my windows being "unknowingly" smashed in...

Now, don't tell me my paranoia's setting in again... Who'd expect some uncle to randomly start accusing you of cheating and lying and mengada-ing? And ban you from "his" car park?

Oh yeah he claimed that HE owned it worh. Pfft.
Let me tell you this:
The lot is the size of a school (used to be Mom's school, in fact), and to rent the lot, you'd have to have a significant amount of the green stuff, and you really expect me to believe that you, the PARKING LOT ATTENDANT, are the big tauke? Nigga prease!
Okay okay the chapter on HR said I cannot discriminate.
Fine.
Okay, big tauke, if you're the owner, rolling in banknotes and all, then pray tell:
Why on earth would you get to work at 8am, and sit in that stuffy shed till 8pm?
You tell me.

I'm sorry but I just can't get over it. Do things like this happen to regular people too, or is it just me and my "kenakan-able" factor? (anyone who says "face problem" will get one tight slap)

Should I just brave the drug addicts and park on the roof?

Grr. For what fuck. I want to park there means I want to park there because I can and I'm bloody paying you, and you better bloody well jaga my kereta 'cos that's your pathetic excuse for a job, and you know what, if you're too tired to fuck at night and spend your working hours wanking in that little shed and are frustrated as heck 'cause you ain't getting the real thing, I feel sorry for you, I do, but don't take it out on me, okay? Because you don't have to work there if you don't wanna. What with your reasonably good command of the English language, you could have a better paying job if you wanted. But you know what I think? I think you are a scared, angry little man, and with your charming attitude I guarantee I won't be the only customer you piss off.

So fuck you.


See ya in two weeks, sugar. *blows a kiss*


PS: You know what's really annoying? That my inner bitch decides to hibernate when faced with situations as such. She needs to start doing her part if she wants to share this body.

Okay rant's over.
Next post won't be so angsty, I promise. :)

Anyhoo while we're perusing imdb anyways:

Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

After 400 years, I finally know how it's spelled.

Oh well off to watch that "Tuts My Barreh" vid on Sylvea's blog...
Cannot resist a guilty pleasure. =P

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Vinz is leaving today. Ongy2 tomorrow.
Argh why is everyone leaving me behind!!!
Koalas aren't THAT cute ya know.

Oh and speaking of people who leave me behind, Maiyin officially turned 19 on that said Troublesome Tuesday. I see new wrinkles. =P

"Food 'round the corner, food 'round the corner for meeeeee!!!"

I know it's your favourite song. XD