Fuuuhhhhh!! its been a long time since i touch the ping pong bat~ the last time was the week after Penang trip.. got addicted to it since I got contact with it in Penang~ Brilliant game. Eventhough im noob at it but im enjoying it!
I learnt how to hold the bat the right way today and im hitting the balls right right now! Thanks to Gwan, im improving, a lil. SORRAY IF IM A BURDEN, but at least we got a winning streak! hoho!
Ping pong is as addictive as mahjong and time really flies when you're so into it and you never ever will feel like stopping until you need to attend something really urgent, like dinner!
I think we stopped playing after 3 hours of laughing and shouting in the ping pong room! And we chung-ed all the way up to 69 point (look out point). Dinner and stuff was not bad, the best thing was the air there, fresh, fresh and refreshing. The hill-view of KL city is quite breath-taking actually, sorray i never seen other countries', im a jakoon. I don't give a damn as long as im hebi. The best part is, we did nothing but we enjoyed every moment of it up there, chuisui-ing about nearly everything, chilling, drinking, smoking = godlike. It's a good way to wrap up my Sunday rather than just plain yamcha/takei/beer-ing. Usually i'll just stay at home & dota my night away, but things change, peoples do too. Im blogging, can you imagine?
I really don't know why i started blogging again, i left this site alone for quite some time and now im putting it back ito my life. Sitting in the backroom, all by myself, sipping my sweet Sampoerna, blogging, listening to some music, makes me happy.
2:34am, I've this weird feeling about this time. Everytime i check the clock, it's always 2:34am, in office, it's always 12:34PM. Maybe theres a meaning to it, hrmm hrmm hrmm. I really need some beers right now, arghh nvm, im sticking to my fucking Bailey's for now. Nice. Really nice. Feels like im chilling in Lunar Bar now. HOHO.
It's sad when you talk to your own blog. I better stop doing this for now.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sorry, did i stepped on your fucking bitch tail?
Did i? sien.. already try my best to not create any conversations etc with you, you still point your gun at me? seriously, did i licked ur pussy? Why me? find someone else please, because the day i burst out is the day u fucking die, i swear i will make you cry with my words, please don't think i shut up means i easy to bully ok? Maybe im too sensitive, or its you don't know how to think, either one. you bitch, please mind your own business, i dont need you to crap my shit out alright? you don't have to add whatever people say and point it as if its for me. do you read me? settle your own things before you step into other peoples'.
I have enough cheebye people walking into my life, and i rather YOU to fuck off instead of the others, reason, none.
Enough of these craps.
Let's talk about something happier....
Had a great night with great peeps in Phuture last night, bad starting, ended great.
wow.... that's it?
Why the bad stuffs has more than 5 lines and the good stuffs.. one line? does this reflects how "happy" i am? hrmmm.
Sunday morning, 6 AM, restaurant city-ing, how interesting. Hate sundays. reminds me of monday. and fuck, im starting to get bored of my job, like before where at one point, im bored of her and felt very happy sending her off back hometown. hrmm.
I've been hearing weird sounds around me right now which made my goosebumps pop out, but im still not planning to sleep. maybe its my grandma trying to shoo me to bed..... strong wind blowing outside and i can hear my neighbour's wind chime ringing non stop and that adds to the scary metre. loving it. my balls just shrunk for a minute just now and i smoked it away. its bigger now. am i crapping too much? sorry for wasting your time reading this blog/post, i didn't ask you to read it.
Im not expecting readers and im not trying to brag about my new bags and stuff in here, i just feel like writing some of my imba stuffs down.
Im getting fatter for some reason and i don't know whats the reason. i feel that everything i say in every paragraph doesn't connect.
Im trying to make this post longer so i can waste you idiots' time. sorray~~
Nothing interesting happened lately and im starting to get bored with my life, i think i need something funny to do everyday instead of looking at the monitor day and night. I need lotsa things. a haircut, a nice one please. a new job, with hot colleauges please. an auto petrol refill car, if theres one hoho.some new statement TEES, gonna get it tomorrow, i hope, if im able to wake up on time. and yeah.... my dear accoustics, with an amp PLEASE.
alright, my eyes starts to dry and i think its time to sleep.
before i forget, if YOU're reading this, i've seen your recent pictures. and you look exactly like a ghost. please do something about it. I know it's not my problem, im just worried~~~ hauhuahauhauhauhauhuahua~~ seriously * still laughing* i really want to know where the hell on earth did you get that inspiration to put on make up THAT way honey~ you tried too hard to look good till you look like an expired food baby~ =) alright alright~ i just asked someone to mind their own business and im doing it to other people~ gosh *dumb blonde accent* im bad~~ oh my god~~ *exagerrated dumb blonde accent* and please stop refering to dictionaries when you're blogging with those fan-SAYy words to put so your blog looks good and the blogger sounds smart. WOOPSAYY~~ sorry if im too guai lan. it's in my blood.
P/S: i've shipped everything back to you, without the ship.
I have enough cheebye people walking into my life, and i rather YOU to fuck off instead of the others, reason, none.
Enough of these craps.
Let's talk about something happier....
Had a great night with great peeps in Phuture last night, bad starting, ended great.
wow.... that's it?
Why the bad stuffs has more than 5 lines and the good stuffs.. one line? does this reflects how "happy" i am? hrmmm.
Sunday morning, 6 AM, restaurant city-ing, how interesting. Hate sundays. reminds me of monday. and fuck, im starting to get bored of my job, like before where at one point, im bored of her and felt very happy sending her off back hometown. hrmm.
I've been hearing weird sounds around me right now which made my goosebumps pop out, but im still not planning to sleep. maybe its my grandma trying to shoo me to bed..... strong wind blowing outside and i can hear my neighbour's wind chime ringing non stop and that adds to the scary metre. loving it. my balls just shrunk for a minute just now and i smoked it away. its bigger now. am i crapping too much? sorry for wasting your time reading this blog/post, i didn't ask you to read it.
Im not expecting readers and im not trying to brag about my new bags and stuff in here, i just feel like writing some of my imba stuffs down.
Im getting fatter for some reason and i don't know whats the reason. i feel that everything i say in every paragraph doesn't connect.
Im trying to make this post longer so i can waste you idiots' time. sorray~~
Nothing interesting happened lately and im starting to get bored with my life, i think i need something funny to do everyday instead of looking at the monitor day and night. I need lotsa things. a haircut, a nice one please. a new job, with hot colleauges please. an auto petrol refill car, if theres one hoho.some new statement TEES, gonna get it tomorrow, i hope, if im able to wake up on time. and yeah.... my dear accoustics, with an amp PLEASE.
alright, my eyes starts to dry and i think its time to sleep.
before i forget, if YOU're reading this, i've seen your recent pictures. and you look exactly like a ghost. please do something about it. I know it's not my problem, im just worried~~~ hauhuahauhauhauhauhuahua~~ seriously * still laughing* i really want to know where the hell on earth did you get that inspiration to put on make up THAT way honey~ you tried too hard to look good till you look like an expired food baby~ =) alright alright~ i just asked someone to mind their own business and im doing it to other people~ gosh *dumb blonde accent* im bad~~ oh my god~~ *exagerrated dumb blonde accent* and please stop refering to dictionaries when you're blogging with those fan-SAYy words to put so your blog looks good and the blogger sounds smart. WOOPSAYY~~ sorry if im too guai lan. it's in my blood.
P/S: i've shipped everything back to you, without the ship.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
My neighbour's new tactic.
Dear tuhan, what have u created and why did you letak that bitch beside me? Shes totally nuts. She's got a new tactic to irritate us. FULL BLAST VOLUME GUAN YIN KING. zzzzz. seriously, its fucking loud until u can hear it from 3 lorongs away, i swear. Don't believe please come and visit.
Just moments ago she kisiao-ed again. Because theres a car parked in MY, i repeat MY, AKU PUNYA, WO DE, NGO GEH, WA EH, NGAI KE, house. She slammed the door until my windows shakes, the bass of the songs shes playing creates an artificial earthquake in my house, her voice resembles the roar of the lion. Old Bitch. What the fuck is wrong with her!? shes crazy! someone help!?
does anyone know her son? or her relative, or anyone. Help me, help us.
We had to tahan all these nonsense for another year before we shift to our home sweet home. arghh. mother fucker! if i had a chance, i will put itching powder on her tits and put on boxing gloves for her, i will cut away her favorite cartoon section on her newspapers, i will fax her an empty paper, and if i had a gun, i'll blow her nipples.
Im sure most of my friends know and experienced how mother fucking crazy is my mother fucking bitch neighbour, sorry bout all the vulgar words, normally i dont swear. LOL.
She's nuts. Shes scaring my mom, and provoking me & my siblings. We gonna kill her one fine day. Im gonna barbeque her husband's scrotum.
One fine day.............
Just moments ago she kisiao-ed again. Because theres a car parked in MY, i repeat MY, AKU PUNYA, WO DE, NGO GEH, WA EH, NGAI KE, house. She slammed the door until my windows shakes, the bass of the songs shes playing creates an artificial earthquake in my house, her voice resembles the roar of the lion. Old Bitch. What the fuck is wrong with her!? shes crazy! someone help!?
does anyone know her son? or her relative, or anyone. Help me, help us.
We had to tahan all these nonsense for another year before we shift to our home sweet home. arghh. mother fucker! if i had a chance, i will put itching powder on her tits and put on boxing gloves for her, i will cut away her favorite cartoon section on her newspapers, i will fax her an empty paper, and if i had a gun, i'll blow her nipples.
Im sure most of my friends know and experienced how mother fucking crazy is my mother fucking bitch neighbour, sorry bout all the vulgar words, normally i dont swear. LOL.
She's nuts. Shes scaring my mom, and provoking me & my siblings. We gonna kill her one fine day. Im gonna barbeque her husband's scrotum.
One fine day.............
Lil bit, lil bit, a lil bit in love wid you
Damn right~! Im not enjoying certain things as much as i do before. Now i have this fucked up attitude where I, most of the time, don't gives a fuck no more. My balls are growing. Period. Not towards girls, other things. I still blush when i talk to girls that im not close with. Am i cute? ok enough of this crap.
Friday, always a good day for everyone, in your mind, you'll be thinking where will you be tonight this that. Was driving my dear Angelina back from work, my favorite song was playing i remembered, i was head banging in my car i remember enjoying the ride with Angelina, i was about to reach home... i reached this junction, I was on the straight road, and this mother fucking blind fuck asshole four eye-ed bastard driving a fucking BMW 5 series white colour number plate WSA 1313, chung-ed out from no where. I jammed the brakes and tyre screeching, partly drifting, im stoned, and bang! i threw my shades and the lenses was flying everwhere (yea it broke). i parked aside.
Im on berserk mode. I got down from my car... i shouted "LEMAGAHAIYAR LEI MANG GAR? NIAMAHAI LEI SIK MM SIK JA CHE? LEMAGAHAIYAR? SEI MANG HAI? LEI TAI MM DOU NGO GE CHE AR? LEMAGAHAIYAR!!"
translation : your mother's pussy, you blind ar? you know how to drive? your mother's pussy? you can't see my car coming? your mother's pussy!"
I scolded non stop remix like im reciting the Guan Yin's "king". My dear angelina, "face lift-ed"
I shouted at the bastard.... "YOU MOTHER FUCKER". and he replied "dont say like that...."
i gave him an auto reply "ABO? WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAN ME TO SAY? LEMAGAHAIYAR" I can see his face was in Gan CHeong Spider mode.
He then offered me to fix my car at his friends workshop nearby, and i did not stop scolding until i left the scene, even at the workshop, i dont know why, i was shouting to his friends, which is the foreman, " macauhai lei ge friend is a sohai! macauhai dont know drive want drive so big car??!?!?" I think back now... i felt like a friggin lala zai... really on berserk mode, everyone was looking at me and i did not really give a fucking damn. At that time, i was so fucking angry even my shirt was smoking.
Monday... my Dear Angelina will be hospitalized to do a surgery on her face.... i will not be able to see her for 3 days....im gonna miss going to work with her... yamcha sessions... haih..........ANGELINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
ok lets not talk about her anymore... im so sad enough.
to add the sadness.. im doing nothing on Sunday. Blogging, like a dumb blonde wannabe *wooopppsssssssssss* do u feel it mother fucker!!!!!!!!
Monday's coming in a few hours time, loads of work... waiting to be done.... Im so fed up with Excel files filled with millions of figures... quotations.. im tired of picking up calls..... im tired of reading emails, not to mention replying them.........
I think i need someone to ask me "how are you" sometimes. it feels great, no matter how hard, strong you are, you need it. admit it.
Friday, always a good day for everyone, in your mind, you'll be thinking where will you be tonight this that. Was driving my dear Angelina back from work, my favorite song was playing i remembered, i was head banging in my car i remember enjoying the ride with Angelina, i was about to reach home... i reached this junction, I was on the straight road, and this mother fucking blind fuck asshole four eye-ed bastard driving a fucking BMW 5 series white colour number plate WSA 1313, chung-ed out from no where. I jammed the brakes and tyre screeching, partly drifting, im stoned, and bang! i threw my shades and the lenses was flying everwhere (yea it broke). i parked aside.
Im on berserk mode. I got down from my car... i shouted "LEMAGAHAIYAR LEI MANG GAR? NIAMAHAI LEI SIK MM SIK JA CHE? LEMAGAHAIYAR? SEI MANG HAI? LEI TAI MM DOU NGO GE CHE AR? LEMAGAHAIYAR!!"
translation : your mother's pussy, you blind ar? you know how to drive? your mother's pussy? you can't see my car coming? your mother's pussy!"
I scolded non stop remix like im reciting the Guan Yin's "king". My dear angelina, "face lift-ed"
I shouted at the bastard.... "YOU MOTHER FUCKER". and he replied "dont say like that...."
i gave him an auto reply "ABO? WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAN ME TO SAY? LEMAGAHAIYAR" I can see his face was in Gan CHeong Spider mode.
He then offered me to fix my car at his friends workshop nearby, and i did not stop scolding until i left the scene, even at the workshop, i dont know why, i was shouting to his friends, which is the foreman, " macauhai lei ge friend is a sohai! macauhai dont know drive want drive so big car??!?!?" I think back now... i felt like a friggin lala zai... really on berserk mode, everyone was looking at me and i did not really give a fucking damn. At that time, i was so fucking angry even my shirt was smoking.
Monday... my Dear Angelina will be hospitalized to do a surgery on her face.... i will not be able to see her for 3 days....im gonna miss going to work with her... yamcha sessions... haih..........ANGELINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
ok lets not talk about her anymore... im so sad enough.
to add the sadness.. im doing nothing on Sunday. Blogging, like a dumb blonde wannabe *wooopppsssssssssss* do u feel it mother fucker!!!!!!!!
Monday's coming in a few hours time, loads of work... waiting to be done.... Im so fed up with Excel files filled with millions of figures... quotations.. im tired of picking up calls..... im tired of reading emails, not to mention replying them.........
I think i need someone to ask me "how are you" sometimes. it feels great, no matter how hard, strong you are, you need it. admit it.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Im so gay i sweats glitter~
obviously im too bored.. never had real fun since i started working. life has gone to another chapter named "Hell". basicly, you're working for nothing. you work and 80% of your pay goes to something lovely called COmmitments~
no more clubbing once a week, no more pubbing few days a week.. and sadly no more hebi days. God's treating me so unfair i once thought im his anak luar nikah. ok im not trying to complain but listen peeps. i never get wat i want since i was a kid. now im all grown up and im still neglected by Him. is he putting me into a test? or everyone's in it and im just being a wussy?
I've worked like a dog, hurt-ed like a mofo and im still going strong.. now. what's next?
everything's so neutral now, nothing actually makes me feel excited, happy, nor sad. Im only tired. always. especially in the office. my seat is like the baby cradle. my computer is like the toy hanging on top of the baby cradle to make the damn baby sleep soundly. Waking up is hard to do, sleeping is impossible too. at night. I slept in my office's toilet so many times i can't even remember whether the ratio of me going to the toilet to pee and shit more or to sleep..more.
I really miss the days where i stumble and fall and vomits on the way home after a imba night out with the pubbing kakis. everynight receiving calls, an informal invitation to the respected pub. pulling out money like adding curry to ur nasi kandar, "suma taruk..lebih lebih lebih" dats wat i always tell the macha during lunch. and den after makan... u start to complain.. "lemagahaiyar.. so expensive". same situation.
Seriously im in a very dangerous situation where i laugh at myself. i do silly idiotic things and laugh at myself. i even laugh at my own jokes. my brain is so filled up smtimes i crap so much my siblings think im irritating. to avoid all these from happening... the birth of "Smeagung.. Smeagol.. Agol... smoking agung...crazyguitar man... and karate kid" occurred. i made it as my msn DP to entertain peoples and of course myself. self satisfaction.
Besides all those craps.. been playing the guitar again... singing to myself and sometimes i fell asleep while hugging it... to me.. i think it's a good thing that I am able to make myself laugh.. im not crazy.. im just a lil unwell.
Being single for a year plus is not a bad thing. I notice that i've more time for other things, friends & family, and i get to know more girls without getting a jentik on my cute ears. The only thing im not satisfied is my friggin big tummy. some of my pants is so tight i thought im wearing cosplay latex rubber leather (you name it) pants. that really drives me crazy and made me jog the park after work and i washes my own car so i can sweat and , im able to save some money and spend it on other better stuffs. hrmm. cigs , beers, t-shirts. sweet.
this blog is left untouched for so many months due to lazy-ness and tired-ness. and i dont think anyone gives a damn since theres only 2-3 readers and 1 of them is me myself! *emos*
i've been reading many peoples blog and i learnt smthing. blogs need pictures. blogs entries are ended this way, kindly refer below.
oops~ it's time for my beauty sleep peowps~~ =) off to bed before my shopping spree at KLCC tomorrow~~ weeeeeeeeeeeee~~ tatasssssss~
orait, my living room is filled with glitter coz im sweating.
no more clubbing once a week, no more pubbing few days a week.. and sadly no more hebi days. God's treating me so unfair i once thought im his anak luar nikah. ok im not trying to complain but listen peeps. i never get wat i want since i was a kid. now im all grown up and im still neglected by Him. is he putting me into a test? or everyone's in it and im just being a wussy?
I've worked like a dog, hurt-ed like a mofo and im still going strong.. now. what's next?
everything's so neutral now, nothing actually makes me feel excited, happy, nor sad. Im only tired. always. especially in the office. my seat is like the baby cradle. my computer is like the toy hanging on top of the baby cradle to make the damn baby sleep soundly. Waking up is hard to do, sleeping is impossible too. at night. I slept in my office's toilet so many times i can't even remember whether the ratio of me going to the toilet to pee and shit more or to sleep..more.
I really miss the days where i stumble and fall and vomits on the way home after a imba night out with the pubbing kakis. everynight receiving calls, an informal invitation to the respected pub. pulling out money like adding curry to ur nasi kandar, "suma taruk..lebih lebih lebih" dats wat i always tell the macha during lunch. and den after makan... u start to complain.. "lemagahaiyar.. so expensive". same situation.
Seriously im in a very dangerous situation where i laugh at myself. i do silly idiotic things and laugh at myself. i even laugh at my own jokes. my brain is so filled up smtimes i crap so much my siblings think im irritating. to avoid all these from happening... the birth of "Smeagung.. Smeagol.. Agol... smoking agung...crazyguitar man... and karate kid" occurred. i made it as my msn DP to entertain peoples and of course myself. self satisfaction.
Besides all those craps.. been playing the guitar again... singing to myself and sometimes i fell asleep while hugging it... to me.. i think it's a good thing that I am able to make myself laugh.. im not crazy.. im just a lil unwell.
Being single for a year plus is not a bad thing. I notice that i've more time for other things, friends & family, and i get to know more girls without getting a jentik on my cute ears. The only thing im not satisfied is my friggin big tummy. some of my pants is so tight i thought im wearing cosplay latex rubber leather (you name it) pants. that really drives me crazy and made me jog the park after work and i washes my own car so i can sweat and , im able to save some money and spend it on other better stuffs. hrmm. cigs , beers, t-shirts. sweet.
this blog is left untouched for so many months due to lazy-ness and tired-ness. and i dont think anyone gives a damn since theres only 2-3 readers and 1 of them is me myself! *emos*
i've been reading many peoples blog and i learnt smthing. blogs need pictures. blogs entries are ended this way, kindly refer below.
oops~ it's time for my beauty sleep peowps~~ =) off to bed before my shopping spree at KLCC tomorrow~~ weeeeeeeeeeeee~~ tatasssssss~
orait, my living room is filled with glitter coz im sweating.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Popo, ngai sie pun ni
Popo, 1936 - 2009... 73 years of age, married to a hunk (grandpa) who is 10 years older than her, she was 18. Popo gave birth to 6 children, 3 sons 3 daughters (good one gonggong =') lol) Grandpa left us long time ago which i don't know when was it, only my eldest sister had seen him, i heard he was a good man, an artist inside, a loving father, grandfather and husband. He died of cancer.
Popo,then, decided to stay at seremban, alone, while all her children are scattered around the world.
Single handedly, tapau flat all the mahjong "high hands" in Temiang, all the way to Mantin. I still remember the times, when I was young, very excited everytime we go back to Seremban, and we will fetch popo from the "mahjong guun" or the old school hair saloon probably named "Loo-bi (Ruby) saloon" lolx. i forgot.
I will climb the Batu Caves like stairs to the "mahjong guun" and usually, Popo will be sitting beside her mahjong kaki, watching her/him play. I think she has substitutes to replace her because she knows every alternate saturday, around 3-4 PM, we will pick her up. And normally, she will introduce us (big sis, big bro or me) to her kakis (every single time we go up, she will say the same thing to her kakis " ngai eh suon" ("My grandchild" in hakka). Maybe shes proud that she have us, maybe she forgot that her kakis already seen us or heard the same sentence, "Ngai eh suon" a thousand times, who knows. From what i know, mahjong players have good memory, so I'll go for "shes proud to have us =)"
Everytime, without miss, Popo will buy us "charn pau" ( bun-like char siew pau). The "culture" stopped when me and big sis discovered a cockroach in it...well not in IT, its in her and my mouth, she got the head part, how lucky. Imagine the juice. Weeee~~ They lost another regular customer since then. Too bad.
Many years has passed, Popo is getting older and older, and us (her grandchildren) getting bigger and bigger, busy having fun with our own life, neglecting our loved ones, replacing them with friends, clubs, yamcha sessions and previously ,(me alone T.T) girlfriend.
Her grandchildren didn't visit her as frequent as when they were young, giving Popo and their parents crap reasons. Busy? Yea right. Admit it you TURDS/TOADS/FUCKERS.LOL.
Regrets, I had a few *sings*~~~~ It's too late now younger generation Lums. Popo is now gone, leaving us all behind, without leaving a message.
Here's the "drama".
14/01/2009 (Wednesday) Around 11 A.M
I was working, still happily curi curi facebook-ing, when i received a call from Mom. I stoned, and picked up.
Me : Hello mom?
Mom: *crying gao gao* popo sei jor a........... ("Popo passed away" in cantonese)
Me : HAA!?!??!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! *stoned few seconds* * silent*
Mom: Fai di fan lei, call mai lei geh kor toong mai cheng gei yaat ga...*non-stop crying* ( "faster come back and call your brother along and apply few days leave")
Me : Mmm. *stoned, perma*
I called my brother and told him the news, chung-ed to his office and fetched him and chung-ed back home.
For the first time i had the balls to park in front of my house ( for those who don't know, my crazy neighbour don't allow use to park in front of OUR house, YAY~!!! fuck her, okay skip that)
Mom, little sis was crying, aunty was stoned, preparing baby cousin for Tadika. Baby cousin was still happily looking at us, and asked mom, "gugu ni zomok ku?? *giggles* ("aunty, why you cry?" in mandarin), she walk towards mom. Mom gave her a pat on her head and said " Popo se liao a.. *crying*" (popo passed away in mandarin).
Minutes later, dad reached home, and then big sis. Pack, and chung-ed. When i was driving, my mind was empty, my feet was out of control, 140 KM/H, perma, all the way, the steering was shaking like shake shake fries.
When we reached the house in Seremban, the gate was wide open, many cars were parked outside the house.
We entered, everyone was crying in the living room, we went straight into Popo's room.
Popo, lying on her bed, breathless, she was covered with a towel. We stood dere, crying out loud... prayers from a mini "MP3 player" playing in the background..(the ones they use in temples and stuff, arghh i don't know how to explain that).
Mom, holding the side of the door, as though she was peeping, she didn't dare to go in the room, crying, she shouted "MOTHERRRRRRRRRR" ( pronounced as Ma-Duh with the chinese slang)
When my mom shouted, my heart aches so badly i nearly kneeled down. We cried, cried cried and cried. None of us dare to go near Popo, we stood there, looking at her body, covered with a towel.
Mom hits big sis's head and said " JONG MM FAI DI GIU POPO?!?! *crying*" (Faster greet Popo!!!) Because big sis always never come back and visit Popo.
Mom was crying non-stop, and she said to big bro, "Ah b..o...y..., ngo dou giu lei farn lei ge lah....seung guo lai pai....." ( Ah Boy, I already asked you to come back last week....)
And then came dad.
He rushed into the room, wearing his Ray-Ban shades, kneeled down beside Popo, removed the towel, and teared, with his head on the bed i heard him calling "Motherrrrrrr....." Dad rubs Popo's forehead and covered her back with the towel. It was the very first time i saw Dad crying... the first time I see dad having another emotion on his face besides anger and stone face.
We stood in Popo's room, and cried, it lasted for 15 minutes i think. It was the worst 15 minutes in my life.
We went outside, and I stoned, in my mind (maybe all of us), flashing back all the times where I refused to go back Seremban, the times where me and my bro visit her with our friend and bring her out for dinner, the times when Popo still have the strength to scold us, lecture us and laughing with us, hearing our silly jokes.
I cried till at a point, I felt so stoned and shocked, my eyes so dry, I cant concentrate, i can't hear a single sound except mom's crying sound. I hugged her, i held my tears to show that Im okay.
Big and small sis cried like hell, i didn't look at my bro, i walked mom out of the room, and i sat down on the chair that Popo always sit. I still remember the last time, we chatted with her, she sat on the exact same chair, looking weak and very thin, grey hair, staring at us,barely talks,because she have difficulty breathing, if she talks, usually, she take deep breaths after every sentence, brushing her own chest to ease her breathing. I still remember that time, we were telling her our Chinese New Year menu, proposing to her, few years back, we did the same, she disagrees with every single idea we gave, but at that time, she doesn't even have the strength to say anything, she just looked at us and smiled, her priceless D-smile. ( =D ).
All those flashbacks hit directly onmy brainless head. And Yi-poh came ( Popo's younger sister),
weeping,sobbing,crying and stuffs, and mom cried AGAIN. She took out all of Popo's clothes, and cut out all the buttons on her shirt and pockets, for some reason which i forgot. We helped. Every single shirt, reminds me of happy occasions we've celebrated together, her birthdays, Chinese New Years, wedding dinners, casual dinners, gam bo lo's (golden pineapple) birthday and stuff.
Dad and 2 uncles were busy settling other things, police report and stuff, while me, bro, 2 sis, and mom, looking for pictures, for her funeral. Im gonna skip this part, nothing special happens after that.
After around 2 hours, those guys came, to pick up Popo and send her to the place where she will be placed for 3 days ( i dont know what that place is called), Popo was carried to a stretcher. Before carrying her out, we kneeled, with our heads down, weeping, can't look, the next thing i kow, Popo is already in the van.
We followed the van to that place, which is just around the house.
Fast forward
Fast forward
Fast forward
Popo need to get changed before placing her in the coffin, Big sis, small sis , mom and another menantu went to wear the "sau yi" for popo.
Mom, cried till her legs lost balance, she kneeled down and said while crying "kei sat ngo hoi keng a............" (actually Im very scared.....in cantonese). I saw big sis and another menantu wearing the baju for Popo, small sis was crying while looking, and mom..... crying..i tried to walk her out, she refused and kept looking at popo. BEst thing is, the another menantu never even teared, emotionless bitch.
Fast forward
Popo then, was carried into the coffin, by dad, 2 uncles and helped by 2 other guy.
Everything was then setted up, decorated and stuff. I barely can remember what happened after that, nothing special i think, we were just too busy settling minor minor stuffs, arrangement for stuffs and other crap stuffs....i remember burning "kai chin" for popo beside her coffin... and later on i slept in my car...and my eyes were as big as oysters... eye bag hanging like my neighbour's tits....... slowly...slowly...slowly.... my eyes closed.......hoping Popo will appear in my dreams.................
To Be Continued...
Popo,then, decided to stay at seremban, alone, while all her children are scattered around the world.
Single handedly, tapau flat all the mahjong "high hands" in Temiang, all the way to Mantin. I still remember the times, when I was young, very excited everytime we go back to Seremban, and we will fetch popo from the "mahjong guun" or the old school hair saloon probably named "Loo-bi (Ruby) saloon" lolx. i forgot.
I will climb the Batu Caves like stairs to the "mahjong guun" and usually, Popo will be sitting beside her mahjong kaki, watching her/him play. I think she has substitutes to replace her because she knows every alternate saturday, around 3-4 PM, we will pick her up. And normally, she will introduce us (big sis, big bro or me) to her kakis (every single time we go up, she will say the same thing to her kakis " ngai eh suon" ("My grandchild" in hakka). Maybe shes proud that she have us, maybe she forgot that her kakis already seen us or heard the same sentence, "Ngai eh suon" a thousand times, who knows. From what i know, mahjong players have good memory, so I'll go for "shes proud to have us =)"
Everytime, without miss, Popo will buy us "charn pau" ( bun-like char siew pau). The "culture" stopped when me and big sis discovered a cockroach in it...well not in IT, its in her and my mouth, she got the head part, how lucky. Imagine the juice. Weeee~~ They lost another regular customer since then. Too bad.
Many years has passed, Popo is getting older and older, and us (her grandchildren) getting bigger and bigger, busy having fun with our own life, neglecting our loved ones, replacing them with friends, clubs, yamcha sessions and previously ,(me alone T.T) girlfriend.
Her grandchildren didn't visit her as frequent as when they were young, giving Popo and their parents crap reasons. Busy? Yea right. Admit it you TURDS/TOADS/FUCKERS.LOL.
Regrets, I had a few *sings*~~~~ It's too late now younger generation Lums. Popo is now gone, leaving us all behind, without leaving a message.
Here's the "drama".
14/01/2009 (Wednesday) Around 11 A.M
I was working, still happily curi curi facebook-ing, when i received a call from Mom. I stoned, and picked up.
Me : Hello mom?
Mom: *crying gao gao* popo sei jor a........... ("Popo passed away" in cantonese)
Me : HAA!?!??!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! *stoned few seconds* * silent*
Mom: Fai di fan lei, call mai lei geh kor toong mai cheng gei yaat ga...*non-stop crying* ( "faster come back and call your brother along and apply few days leave")
Me : Mmm. *stoned, perma*
I called my brother and told him the news, chung-ed to his office and fetched him and chung-ed back home.
For the first time i had the balls to park in front of my house ( for those who don't know, my crazy neighbour don't allow use to park in front of OUR house, YAY~!!! fuck her, okay skip that)
Mom, little sis was crying, aunty was stoned, preparing baby cousin for Tadika. Baby cousin was still happily looking at us, and asked mom, "gugu ni zomok ku?? *giggles* ("aunty, why you cry?" in mandarin), she walk towards mom. Mom gave her a pat on her head and said " Popo se liao a.. *crying*" (popo passed away in mandarin).
Minutes later, dad reached home, and then big sis. Pack, and chung-ed. When i was driving, my mind was empty, my feet was out of control, 140 KM/H, perma, all the way, the steering was shaking like shake shake fries.
When we reached the house in Seremban, the gate was wide open, many cars were parked outside the house.
We entered, everyone was crying in the living room, we went straight into Popo's room.
Popo, lying on her bed, breathless, she was covered with a towel. We stood dere, crying out loud... prayers from a mini "MP3 player" playing in the background..(the ones they use in temples and stuff, arghh i don't know how to explain that).
Mom, holding the side of the door, as though she was peeping, she didn't dare to go in the room, crying, she shouted "MOTHERRRRRRRRRR" ( pronounced as Ma-Duh with the chinese slang)
When my mom shouted, my heart aches so badly i nearly kneeled down. We cried, cried cried and cried. None of us dare to go near Popo, we stood there, looking at her body, covered with a towel.
Mom hits big sis's head and said " JONG MM FAI DI GIU POPO?!?! *crying*" (Faster greet Popo!!!) Because big sis always never come back and visit Popo.
Mom was crying non-stop, and she said to big bro, "Ah b..o...y..., ngo dou giu lei farn lei ge lah....seung guo lai pai....." ( Ah Boy, I already asked you to come back last week....)
And then came dad.
He rushed into the room, wearing his Ray-Ban shades, kneeled down beside Popo, removed the towel, and teared, with his head on the bed i heard him calling "Motherrrrrrr....." Dad rubs Popo's forehead and covered her back with the towel. It was the very first time i saw Dad crying... the first time I see dad having another emotion on his face besides anger and stone face.
We stood in Popo's room, and cried, it lasted for 15 minutes i think. It was the worst 15 minutes in my life.
We went outside, and I stoned, in my mind (maybe all of us), flashing back all the times where I refused to go back Seremban, the times where me and my bro visit her with our friend and bring her out for dinner, the times when Popo still have the strength to scold us, lecture us and laughing with us, hearing our silly jokes.
I cried till at a point, I felt so stoned and shocked, my eyes so dry, I cant concentrate, i can't hear a single sound except mom's crying sound. I hugged her, i held my tears to show that Im okay.
Big and small sis cried like hell, i didn't look at my bro, i walked mom out of the room, and i sat down on the chair that Popo always sit. I still remember the last time, we chatted with her, she sat on the exact same chair, looking weak and very thin, grey hair, staring at us,barely talks,because she have difficulty breathing, if she talks, usually, she take deep breaths after every sentence, brushing her own chest to ease her breathing. I still remember that time, we were telling her our Chinese New Year menu, proposing to her, few years back, we did the same, she disagrees with every single idea we gave, but at that time, she doesn't even have the strength to say anything, she just looked at us and smiled, her priceless D-smile. ( =D ).
All those flashbacks hit directly onmy brainless head. And Yi-poh came ( Popo's younger sister),
weeping,sobbing,crying and stuffs, and mom cried AGAIN. She took out all of Popo's clothes, and cut out all the buttons on her shirt and pockets, for some reason which i forgot. We helped. Every single shirt, reminds me of happy occasions we've celebrated together, her birthdays, Chinese New Years, wedding dinners, casual dinners, gam bo lo's (golden pineapple) birthday and stuff.
Dad and 2 uncles were busy settling other things, police report and stuff, while me, bro, 2 sis, and mom, looking for pictures, for her funeral. Im gonna skip this part, nothing special happens after that.
After around 2 hours, those guys came, to pick up Popo and send her to the place where she will be placed for 3 days ( i dont know what that place is called), Popo was carried to a stretcher. Before carrying her out, we kneeled, with our heads down, weeping, can't look, the next thing i kow, Popo is already in the van.
We followed the van to that place, which is just around the house.
Fast forward
Fast forward
Fast forward
Popo need to get changed before placing her in the coffin, Big sis, small sis , mom and another menantu went to wear the "sau yi" for popo.
Mom, cried till her legs lost balance, she kneeled down and said while crying "kei sat ngo hoi keng a............" (actually Im very scared.....in cantonese). I saw big sis and another menantu wearing the baju for Popo, small sis was crying while looking, and mom..... crying..i tried to walk her out, she refused and kept looking at popo. BEst thing is, the another menantu never even teared, emotionless bitch.
Fast forward
Popo then, was carried into the coffin, by dad, 2 uncles and helped by 2 other guy.
Everything was then setted up, decorated and stuff. I barely can remember what happened after that, nothing special i think, we were just too busy settling minor minor stuffs, arrangement for stuffs and other crap stuffs....i remember burning "kai chin" for popo beside her coffin... and later on i slept in my car...and my eyes were as big as oysters... eye bag hanging like my neighbour's tits....... slowly...slowly...slowly.... my eyes closed.......hoping Popo will appear in my dreams.................
To Be Continued...
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday Night Live Dead
Saturday... those days, i will be out for something..but now, im lifeless.. fucking lifeless.. for some reason, i just don't feel like going out. Force me, i won't, i just won't. But i went out on saturday.. to pass fatt things that YOU wanted.. so when we reached Idaman, Aaron received an emergency call... "what emergency?" aaron asked... "just come..." wei han replied...
no he did not died because of poison... he killed himself... sekat-ed in the lobang of the cage and broke his neck..poor thing...
Mayat should be covered with newspaper.. but i only found a magazine..bo bian ler.. just use...
we went all the way to BU 10, wei han's girl sobbing.... wei han pointed at the floor.. what we saw was this (me, joey and aaron)
Dead dog.....
Kuric's dog is officially dead. Reason? watch the video...
no he did not died because of poison... he killed himself... sekat-ed in the lobang of the cage and broke his neck..poor thing...
we didn't know what to do at first, joey was giving bright ideas like.. wrap it and throw it in central park lake.. buy a litre of petrol and burn it... and at last.. we decided to bury it... with the dog's clothes (brand is adiDog....)
so we went to my house to get a shovel.. and the shovel.. is rosak.. so we took 30 minutes to dig the damn grave for the dog...
Grave diggers..........
Dog in grave....
Thats all folks....
This is another video before we decided to burry it.. we nono correction..joey was actually playing with the dead meat... sweet!! the dog became harden-ator! 7 onz!
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