By Freek at 11:22 am on Sunday, July 1, 2007

Yesterday, I had my mood swing to extremes like a pendulum.

Let me just talk about the sucky side first.

Yesterday, after watching a movie at B-Gis, I walked briskly to the loo. I carried with me a bottle of MINERAL WATER, you know, to istinjak or clean myself afterwards. But I was stopped by a &@%$ Ca-ya-nun-alif auntie who told me I couldn’t bring the bottle inside. I explained to her calmly that I needed it to wash myself. And she said, “Wash outside here got wash”.

I ignored her, and she followed me to where I was queuing. I was 3rd in the queue of 5 ladies. 2 in front of me were ca-ya-nun-alif and so were the 2 behind me. The (@&*#^ auntie again told me I couldn’t bring my water in. I told her, I needed to use it to wash myself. She now sought the help of one Chin-nese lady behind me to tell me in English. Since I understood very well what she was saying, I told the lady that I was going to clean myself with it. I think the lady understood me but the *^@&E$ auntie said in Chi-nese,

Wo che tao. Ta yao something something pi ku…

What FUCK! At the mere mention of that last word, I was getting so bloody angry. I was already going to confront her but I was afraid that I was going to go into a slew of vulgarities since I was really pissed off and I’m ugly when I’m angry. Heck, I was already in the right mind to splash the water in her face and tell her if she was afraid I was going to wet the floor and she had to spend her last remaining minutes of work mopping it, I could fucking mop the floor myself. Dasar pemalas nak mampos. As if the toilet was that clean to begin with.

But if I were to do that, I’d be the only Malay there and what I wanted to say to her would have made me sound fucking racist. No, I wouldn’t and didn’t want to shame myself or my race in the eyes of the bewildered ladies queuing to pee.  No, I wasn’t about to make a scene just for that moronic auntie who doesn’t know the meaning of cleaning herself since she fucking only uses toilet paper to selet her pantat berkerak. Muthafucker shithead. Maybe that’s why they put her as a cleaner. Bloody shitface. Of course, I could have been thick-skinned and continue lining up. But the &*#%% shithead was rambling on and on to the clueless lady.

Being a person who doesn’t really talk much but pretty much prefer being physical about things, rather than I take a swipe at her face and get myself into trouble, I stormed out of the toilet, waved my mineral water up in the air and shouted, “Is it going to be SUCH a big problem!”Of course, no curses came out. Remember, mesti maintain image. Besides, wouldn’t want the big headline to be “Teacher hits shithead auntie” or stuff like that.

Poor Dy had to endure my onslaught of cursing and swearing for the whole journey to Mustafa Centre. Bloody babi idiot fuck.

Ok, sorry about that. Just recalling the incident made me really disgusted.

Anyhows, as I mentioned, I watched a movie last night. It was free, courtesy of Bantut. Yeaps, watched Transformers and I so bloody loved it. It was utterly brilliant. If I was in the back row of the cinema, I would have stood up. I mean, it was agony waiting for Opti-mus Prime or the other Auto-bots to reveal themselves but the wait was much, much worth it. At the sight ofOpti-mus, I literally cried. Hehe. Like I told Bantut, my whole childhood flew past me in that 2 hours watching the show. Seriously bloody brilliant. If we watched it in Lido, there will be people applauding at the end of a good movie and I’d definitely cheer but since we were in Bu-gis, there was just one or two distant clappings aside from me and Dy’s. Hehe.

Ahh.. Dy and I will be heading to a cinema again today to catch it again. Once isn’t enough for this one. At least, that’s what Dy and I think. And there is obviously a sequel to it, I suppose. Just watching it reminded me of the time my bro cried and rolled on the floor when my dad refused to buy for him a Trans-former robot back in the 80’s at Parkway. The bloody thing cost $150, mind you. Haha..

I wonder if they’re gonna make other 80’s childhood movies. Gummy bears, anyone?*lol*

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