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(Monday, October 16, 2006)
i've had a...erm, eventful day. i don't think i could house so much in one day.
it all starts when i was sitting down in a mamak at 7fuckingam in cyberjaya browsing through the morning paper. newspaper to me is more or less only important for 2 things, sports and the comic strip, preferably they murder all the other strips to give way to dilbert. i strongly feel anyone that's got nothing to do with dilbert should be 'taken care of' collectively. if you ask me, i'd blame the eyes for swaying into the microscopic horoscope column right next to calvin and hobbes.
Aries: you'll be anything but bored. reason: some star cheated on another start and a particular star got super pissed off. yup, i said what the fuck too.
instead of staying a little longer for the world news to see what an evil communist dictator mr. north korea president is, i ambled to my busted car, disarm the annoying alarm, hopped into the car and ceremoniously slip the key in and turned it to ignite the car.
kek-kek-kek-kekkkkk-kekkkkkkk!!!
fuck all, it won't start. i repeated my motion, only this time holding the key longer in the ignition position.
kek-kek-kek-kekkkkk-kekkkkkkkkkkk-cough-cough-stopitmuthafucker!
it came to me at a suprise that my car 1) cussed at me 2) didn't caught fire or cough out a cloud of smoke 3) didn't start. the kekking sound actually stopped after i repeated the action for 93 times. it felt like i was thrown into amazon with my armani suit and vintage adidas kicks. no broken car could throw me an endeavour too much i couldn't handle, aight, so i called everyone around the 5km perimeter and every other fucking person is late for work on monday morning. that's an actual office cliche for you. (eccentric feisty bunch excluded but i don't think i deserve any help from them.)
but i still managed to haul a fucking car. with my ego will at a marginable height, i'd pack myself a new battery for my car and a dark brute-looking pakistani (comes with compliment of the battery). even with an arsenal so potent, iraqi would fleet upon a glaze, i was dumbass enough to 1) not have a size-13 wrench 2) have a brute-looking pakistani that knows jack shit about cars and batteries but unusually competent in political science for fuck all reasons.
now, i have had to take a big blow on the ego side while listening to brute-looking pakistani preach me about local political agenda and soon afterwards, he hauled a fucking wrench as big as a fucking t-rex to unscrew a nut as big as a peanut! that was how i really know the shit has hit the fan but i was trying real hard not to laugh. luckily, two very very helpful man with a car full of wrenches in various size came into my rescue; insulted big wrench repeatly and change my battery for me while pakistani charles manson and i pretended to look numerously interested in whatever the fucking surgery they're performing on my car.
voila, they got my car into one piece and it worked eloquently if not better than ever. i think i could have done fuck all if it wasn't for those two very helpful gentlemen. the odd thing is, i never favoured malaysians as the type that would offer a helping hand for charity purposes yet there are still some saints planted all over us.
i'd like to wish them a million thank you again actually.
run.
(Friday, October 13, 2006)
muthafucker, everytime i try to blog, something happennes.
