Leave me alone
Things started to take its shitty turn when I moved from Hartamas back to my parents house in Bangi.
Well it all started when when a guy acused my dad of scratching his car. You see, when we loaded my stuff into the pickup truck, the guy's car, lets call him FI, was parked next to my dad's car. Naturally his genes told him to blame my dad, when he could have gotten that from some bugger in Hartamas.
Anyway, he started calling me and all and well, it went really ugly. I told him, why don't all of us get together, go to Sepang (that's where the pick-up truck is) and do a lil CSI game.
You know. 'Who-scratched-your-fucking-car'.
He was like, 'Oh no, it's okay, I just wanna know whether you did it or not'.
(Obviously scared shit that my dad shouted at him for blindly accusing us)
Well, being a polite fuck-head that I am, I told him that I will go to his place personally and take a look at the car.
Weeks later, I was so busy that I had no time at all to take a look at his car.
Yesterday he send me an SMS asking me 'When are you gonna come and fix my car?'
I was like, what the fuck?!
I never said anything about fixing his car.
He of course acted like a child, citing Alicia Keys 'Karma', upon my refusal to do anything.
I got really tired of this bullshit and told him that 'Well, I'd rather do Alicia than go and see your car'.
Anyway,
I recently discovered that 8 years can do wonders to you. I joined an alumni theatre thingy and met a senior that I don't even remember. I remember his name and clearly remember what he used to look like in high school. So I did a Poirot and went all over town looking for my yearbook and his recent pictures. You know, for comparison purposes. What annoys me is that the fact that I can't seem to put him anywhere (in 1997, I mean).
Anyway,
'The shitty thing in life is that knowing where you can't go'
RIZALISM
Well it all started when when a guy acused my dad of scratching his car. You see, when we loaded my stuff into the pickup truck, the guy's car, lets call him FI, was parked next to my dad's car. Naturally his genes told him to blame my dad, when he could have gotten that from some bugger in Hartamas.
Anyway, he started calling me and all and well, it went really ugly. I told him, why don't all of us get together, go to Sepang (that's where the pick-up truck is) and do a lil CSI game.
You know. 'Who-scratched-your-fucking-car'.
He was like, 'Oh no, it's okay, I just wanna know whether you did it or not'.
(Obviously scared shit that my dad shouted at him for blindly accusing us)
Well, being a polite fuck-head that I am, I told him that I will go to his place personally and take a look at the car.
Weeks later, I was so busy that I had no time at all to take a look at his car.
Yesterday he send me an SMS asking me 'When are you gonna come and fix my car?'
I was like, what the fuck?!
I never said anything about fixing his car.
He of course acted like a child, citing Alicia Keys 'Karma', upon my refusal to do anything.
I got really tired of this bullshit and told him that 'Well, I'd rather do Alicia than go and see your car'.
Anyway,
I recently discovered that 8 years can do wonders to you. I joined an alumni theatre thingy and met a senior that I don't even remember. I remember his name and clearly remember what he used to look like in high school. So I did a Poirot and went all over town looking for my yearbook and his recent pictures. You know, for comparison purposes. What annoys me is that the fact that I can't seem to put him anywhere (in 1997, I mean).
Anyway,
'The shitty thing in life is that knowing where you can't go'
RIZALISM