Episode 2, boys, girls, trains and the relationship they share.

During the morning rush or the evening slow wtf The trains are generally packed with working class hero-s and also those college going cunts and also the super cool high school kids.

Couples.

Since the whole train is packed and all both sexes have the natural inclination to huddle up. But sometimes they get out of breath for the lack of oxygen and all, so they do CPR, and necking which is also similar to CPR only that you do it against the neck in hope of reviving the victim. They are normally revived when the Rapid kl guy informs them that performing CPR in the LRT is punishable by law and you either have the right to remain silent or pay 500 Ringgit in support of the RAPIDKL-WORKERS slush fund.

So one fine day while I was a-wating for the lrt I saw this couple. Very romantic and all. Arguing while wating for LRT. Good way to kill time. Then I notice the girl getting all physical. Like really physical. Now this is fun... Just then the stupid train arrived. Stupid timing… normally take so long to come. Today so prompt. Then she threw the handphone cover at the poor fella and started hitting him. He just stood there receiving the brunt of her anger. ahahhahahah. The sliding doors opened and everybody went in. The guy tried to go in but was violently pulled out by the girlfriend. Wow. She was good. I flip out my phone with the intention of recording their PDV (public display of violence) but the phone lagged like hell. So I watched as the doors closed leaving the poor guy to be beaten to death.

The other one was nothing much. Two lovers sharing ear phones listening to lee home wang or gay chou. Nothing wrong with that. Just that they didn’t want to let go at the gates. This is what Cheng would say as “damn sheyt weii” to busy sharing ear phone until left the ticket there.

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I had the day off yesterday. And today. Double penetration as I like to call it. Sunday Monday combo. Which will be followed by a back breaking 8 days of labour. But I managed to catch rogue assassin or war… got 2 names to it.

Bloody stupid movie. Edging towards b-grade. Wait it was rather b-grade. The ending leaves you in awe. In other words you go WTF!!???. Don’t see the movie, just don’t. The storyline is just retarded. And jet li. Hoho jet li…

He shall win next years oscar for best portrayal of a retard. Most of his screen time involves him fighting or staring at the white guy like a retard who can’t speak English and gives all this lame one liners.

the danny the dog role still suits him the best. The one where he becomes a dog like? Yeah. Cos this role he took on is totally no brainer.

The one that has more brains… ahhh THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM. Jeng jeng jeng. The spy thriller about a tormented soul who is lonely and lost. Looking for love. Wanting to get intimate with his handlers and random Europeans he encounters on his journey to self discovery. .

Its actually bout this guy who has selective memory lost. He can’t remember the his own name. The people he killed or the women his has shagged. Crap I really cant do this…hahahahaha. *coughsclearsthroat*

Jason bourne is actually a amnesiac CIA assassin who backs out of an assignment and gets shot and is found floating in the water. This is the third part of the trilogy. This time he wants to go back to where it all started and find out what put him in this mess. The trailer for the movie is very yau yeng (cool) there will be this part when the people who are after him gets a call from Jason bourne. Jason asks him where is he.. the fella replies “I am in my office…” then Jason bourne’s expression can be illustrated as this- =.=”

He then says

“if you were in your office, we would have been having this conversation right now.”

*hangs up phone*

Super Yau Yeng or not?

Then got another part where the CIA are after him, to confuse them he calls up the local police. He speaks in Spanish. Saying he suspects that there are Americanos in the next house and he has heard gun shots. Then he flings the phone and shoots three times.

SUPER YAU YENG CAN DIEEEEE T.T AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

By the time the CIA arrives all chaos has ensured and the bad guy goes “what the hell is going on..?” to late ass hole. The mighty Jason bourne has once again saved the day.

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My little goodbye for my good buddy. Big G. Like amitabh bachan-Big B mah hahaha.

emo picture he took of himself.

Big G has been my neighbour since we were 10. Both of us moved to the infamous P3.

P3 is a good example of how it would be like to have DAP come into power. In demographic sense. Since we were both around the same age. We naturally became friends. Like how both our houses are only ten metres apart. So was our classes. We were only in the same class at the start of form 1. That’s where it all really started.

You see, Before this I always thought of him as a retard. And him of me as a loud mouth idiot. So it was a classic match. He always had my back. And I always had his front… (this doesn’t right.)

Okay the bugger is off to the UK to study something. For the next 3-4 years might not be coming back. But knowing how he will cry and cry, I am sure he will get deported back anyways. It was fun with him though. All the stupid things we did last time... Like really stupid things.

Like the time we use to make bond fires. And use sprayed aerosol at the fire. Quite fun actually but be carefull when trying. All the firecrackers we used to throw at the students coming out from tuition. Then there was one tuition teacher we both hated so much (not the maths one) his name was tina karan. 

At first I thought that was his wifes name. But you know. Now o days with all Limp wristed individuals nothing is impossible. He ran a shabby tuition center that we both went to. Tina karan had talent for being disgusting. And completely ignorant about it. Like when I told him there were cockroaches in the toilets he diverted the subject to how Chinese people liked to eat them. Also when he sneezed, owh the shower of glory. The terrible smell of sneeze filled the whole stuffy class room. All of the students would be covering their noses. And when one of us actually said that it stinked. He would asked shamelessly what was the smell?

The arsehole gave me punishments for things such as making a girl cry. All I did was call her jovial, we learned a new word that day. Or was it bibir besar. Whatever it was I wasn’t at fault (She was just oversensitive.) So both of us let out the air in his tyre.

Then there our stupid neighbours tuition we both went to. Both sucked. I was utterly hopeless i use to borrow his home work all the time in hope of making some sense out of the questions and understanding the concept but ended up copying it anyways. 

But I remember once when he was humiliated beyond belief. Big G's dad owns a shop. So there are times where he usually goes and helps like the filial son he is. So since she knew about this she asked him a question, but the poor fellow couldn’t answer. Then she said… something about being in front of the cash register in your fathers shop and not being able to even solve a simple mathematical question like this. Now that is what you call a foul mouth bitch. You tell me whether such a mean crime deserves the punishment of sodomy?

But he doesn’t keep grudges. Even after quitting her tuition prematurely he would always still smile at her, and the ng's would still get their annual invitation to deepavali. You see, she tutored most of the neighbours kids. But her tuition wasn't exactly popular with the residents because when cars came in and out of our quiet street it distracted a lot of people, With students so noisy, and cars honking at times... So she never did show up in the p3 gatherings (we had a lot back then). Always had to do something at the last minute*coughs*. 

Derailed there for a moment. Going back...

thats a baby on the left and his baby picture on the right

Its also nice to call someone by their real name. Like how I use to call him keling and him calling me apek. Then I was once inspired by one roald dahls book and started calling him breasty papa or breast for short. Hahaha then there was the occasional black pig , white pig (which I corrected him, yellow) name calling. I remember also during pmr,  during maths, he would give me the answers. Which then resulted in me passing. How we would study together and end up watching movies. Good clean fun. hahaha

But still. There is the internet and hopefully the big oaf will actually USE his very powderfull computer to come online instead of just putter around doing whatever he is doing.

since i don't have a picture of us together i  pasted my picture on some girls head, wearing elton john inspired glasses.