Yee ‘O Lost Souls

Honestly, I’m almost about done with it now. But they are cheap and convienient; the perfect recipes for people on a budget and immigrants. Not that I am either. I like RapidKL because it looks classy.

I noticed during my daily commutes that only certain types of locals take the bus. Most working class people don’t. What you see are mostly students, housewives, old people, and lots of foreigners, mostly cheap labours.

I mean, one day I thought to myself at how disgusting some people are, how they would just spit about anywhere in public. Not to mention littering. But as I got a good look at those people, I noticed immediately they were not locals.

Not that I am against foreign workers, but unless you had spent your whole life living in a hole, you would notice how bad these people smell. If I could teach them only one word, it would be DEODORANT.

And what’s worse, they like to travel in one bad smelling group and act like they own the place. Somehow they are in this illusion that they are young, urban and hip. HAH!

They like to hog the seats in the bus too. who cares if there was a sickly old woman who needed the seat better than they do. They don’t care. They were there first so the seats were theirs by right! Let the old woman stand. She hasn’t got long to live anyway.

Smelly bastards.

They are just wasting oxygen.

And contaminating it too. They should be penalized for the double offense.

God save us from smelly foreign workers.

Pfft.

Yesterday was a mix of good things and bad things. Good thing: I arrived to class early. Bad thing: Black Asians annoy me.

And that was just the afternoon. But we had a group discussion after class, in which, for once, I am not obliged to take the lead. She had refused the leader position in all our previous groups. But since I had to go home for raya and such, she’d be among the two left to coordinate everything. Especially important when the presentation is the Monday one day after I flew back.

Anyway, yesterday.

Because of our after-class discussion, I arrived at the bus station well after 5:15 which is not good because of the after-work crowd. But I steeled myself and threw all thoughts of getting a seat on the bus out the window. However, I had to wait for two busses to pass through before I find one that’s humanely possible to get on. The previous two made the statement ‘packed like sardines’ actually sound pleasant.

Anyway, because of that, I arrived at KL Central about a quarter to seven and I still have to take the monorail which would take 15 minutes to reach BB. Therefore, along the way, I bought a bottle of Ribena to drink in case I had to break fast on the road. True enough, I heard the azan when I passed by Starbucks at BB. So I took a few sip of my drink.

Then as I was walking home, I had to tetter between the cars idiotly parked on the curb and the traffic, swinging a small plastic bag of Ribena bottle inside. During one of these avoiding cars on both sides, the plastic snapped and my barely half-drunk bottle rolled on the road!

I contemplated for a second to get it, but then thought against it.

Heard of the boy-ball-car accident combo? About the classic tale of a boy who chased his ball to the road and then got hit by a car? Though this cliche story has several versions. One of the famous ones is where, just as he was about to get hit, a delinquent teenager saved him and got hit instead. When the teenager was revived he became a psychic detective for the Underworld.

Aaaaanyway. Let’s just not let it become a Me-ribena bottle-car accident combo. After all, I could have gotten hit for something nobler than a ribena bottle that could have easily be gotten cheaper and easily from the 7-11 around the corner, couldn’t I? (Like saving a kid and then become a psychic detective of the underworld xD)

After I had dinner, motherhood wanted to go out shopping. So reluctantly I went but I could go shopping too so that was cool. I bought some shades and a few other things. But as things were looking up, I just had to fall down.

As I was exiting BB Plaza, I tripped on the stairs and now have to put up with a sore arm and blue knee.

I was skeptical after that. If the day turned out any worse, I was inclined to think I was going to lose Sasarai too!

Nothing like that happened though hehehe. I need to install his software onto Kuja soon and name him properly.

Something to end this post is a picture I took two days ago.

I think the dress is just not working for her.

Ta’ra.

p/s I have a folder named Katan’s Pictures. It’s where pictures I took with Katan go to. Should I create a new folder for Sasarai or rename this one Katan-Sasarai or just leave it at that? I wonder.

Or is it arrived. I sent a box of mooncakes under the lable ‘books’ to the US and to my relieve, it arrived yesterday! (today?)

I was so relieved! My friend immediately dug into the tiramisu flavored one. He liked it. I’m so happy XD.

So in return he said I could ask for anything I want. Well, anything ‘within reason’ he rephrased. So I asked for a FF12 original game disk. Yea yea there it goes again, the scorns. They just cost 5 ringgit here you say and bla bla bla. But I have so far bought 2 disks and they are both retarded. One would work well after a while and then got stuck. This happened to three CDs and some people even suggested it might even be Kujong that’s the problem. Perhaps he needed to be re-modded because his chip is outdated. Well maybe. But I’m still not taking chances.

Besides. The guy offered. I have nothing to lose.

He asked which one I want, the normal or the collector’s edition. I asked what’s different about the collector’s edition. He said it comes in a box, so we’d both get nifty boxes hahaha. The mooncakes come in a complimentary box for every four mooncakes, after all. And the box I bought was a red traditional cardbox one, with a few coins as decoration. Even if I had taken a picture of it, it would have disappeared along with Katan anyway. Suffice to say it was among the most unique mooncake boxes I’ve seen, and I’ve seen plenty.

So this is what I’m getting (hopefully! though if he changed his mind and get me a normal one I wouldn’t complain. This one cost $10 more).

In addition to the game disk (obviously!), it has some bonus DVDs and an art book and maybe something else, who knows. It’s a North American version, but I am not worried so long as its NTSC. Besides, it’s not like there’s a specific 3rd region-coded games anyway. We all used pirated copies of other regions.

When I get this, it would be the first original PS2 game I’d own. :>

Ta’ra and all that. XD

I got a new phone. It’s a Sony Ericsson w660i. It’s red and has bunga bunga. Its name is Sasarai.

Some of you probably don’t need an introduction to it, but here it is anyway.

And yeah, I admittedly bought it at a premium price and if I mention the price no doubt there’ll be people scorning and saying they found it elsewhere at a cheaper price. Well buzz off! I don’t need you to help me do my shopping (idiot fanboys). I don’t just buy for the sake of buying. I seek value.

Now shut up and go back to playing Halo 3 or whatever.

Anyway, it would have been my first ‘female’ gadget. I realized that after I bought it. But still, I wouldnt trade it for the black one.

So I thought I should give it a ‘female’ name right? Nothing comes to mind immediately but I did thought of ‘Haruka’ since it’s quite unisex. But that would be too Japanese and I would look like a Japanophile. I hate Japanophiles.

Since Kuja and Kujong were inspired by a game character and Kaoru after a J-rocker, I thought I’d find inspiration elsewhere. After much itnernal bantering, I suddenly stumbed upon this guy in my Suikoden pictures folder.

If you ask me, there are much similarities between him and my phone who is named after him. You would be familiar with him if you ever play Suikoden 2, 3 and the Suikogaiden series.

And what’s funny is, despite his looks he insists that he looks "at least over thirty".

As Totchi said it, "I don’t like guys who looks excessively like a girl".

And my phone is therefore a ‘he’.

I’ll leave the rest of the implications up to your imagination.

Ta’ra.

p/s Stupid cangkul lecturer extended the deadline for our ass to the end of the month while just a few weeks ago it’s due today!  Well thank you so much for ruining my weekend you stupid cangkul.

But in accordance to Habit 2 I shall not let this bastard cangkul ruin my day. So I pray for worse days ahead of him. Screw the innocent.