are those donkeys I saw in the cinema?
I’m quite concerned about the population of Malaysia, when nowadays I saw more donkeys than proper human beings in the cinema. How do you identify the donkeys? Well…
First they came in a gang (perhaps they like to gang bang or they think numbers scares people) – more than two usually.
Secondly they love to sit in a row. I guess it’s the herd factor.
Thirdly they tend to pick a foreign title movie which they do not understand or appreciate (take The Orphanage as an example) – one can assume they try to act like they know, maybe its a custom in donkey world? Or maybe they thought this will lend them some sophistication?
Fourthly they usually bray (loudly or softly, doesn’t matter) and laugh as only a donkey can when the movie reach the more explanatory bit – you can safely conclude that they are illiterate or they would shut up and the read malay, english or chinese subtitles. The cinema is small you crackhead, we can hear EVERY single little noise!
Lastly they are donkeys firmly because they are so full of themselves and are ASSES for making my cinema experience totally crappy. Half of the time was used to mentally restrain myself from giving them a tongue lashing. (yeah, I still wanna try keep my ladylike image in front of JC)
Well take heed now you donkeys. If you start braying next time you are in a cinema when the show has started beware of the popcorn shower coming your way!
BE CONSIDERATE. WE BOUGHT TICKETS TOO!!!!!!
**a community service line stolen from… either hitz or fly FM***
annoying habits
I am an impatient person
- QUIT repeating to me more than once since I have other work to do
- GET TO THE POINT immediately when you want something out from me and stop hogging the phone line
I am not stupid
- DETEST is an understatement for anyone who writes to ensure that I didn’t do anything as stupid as what they have done.
I am not a superwoman
- STOP thinking I can somehow rather instantaneously miraculously know everything that you know I did not know but you think I should know or would know which you know I could not have known unless you tell me
I am not a robot
- DO NOT for one second think that I can juggle so many things AND can remember each and every single little details (I am not god!)
I am always contactable at working hours
- If you didn’t know about it, there is this great invention call THE MOBILE PHONE, which you can reach me IMMEDIATELY when it’s urgent instead of waiting for me to come back to office and then screw me up because the thing you wanted to ask me is urgent
stress level: 150%
Lots of things to do. Overwhelmed. Swamped. In a good way. I don’t have spare brain cells to think about anything else except work. work. WORK!
give me my personal space!
Whether you like it or not, the whole world has became a place where most urbanites experience a unique sensation – queue-ing up. Be it for food, to get into a sizzling club, for taxi, as long as you live in city, you need to queue up for one thing or another. (Which explains why rich people tend to pay more to skip all these annoying queueing bit.)
Now, since queueing up is part of all urbanites’ life, you would imagine they know the etiquette of queueing up right? Yeah, ok, assume is to make an arse out of you and me so, yeah, I am not assuming, I am hereby declaring that those people who do not know how to queue up are all asses! And I am beginning to think that manners have absolutely nothing to do with the level of education but upbringing of oneself. (Which explains why I have very low opinion on people who cut queue in a traffic jam – you are just a big fat moron who thinks nothing about anyone and everything about yourself).
Let me cite you an example. One fine day when there was a long queue at the immigration in KLIA airport, this tie-suit-guy suddenly waltzed up from no where to the front and pretended to chat with his colleague and then just slipped very comfortably into the line behind her and ignored the rest of the long line behind him. If she is his wife/girlfriend, then fine, I can tolerate that. But no, I think he’s just using her for the queue because I noticed she flinched away a little from him. (Maybe it’s the BO) What an ediot!!! Again, I have to physically restrain myself from hurling abuses to him.
And let me share with you what I 150% hate people to do – bumping into me when they are queueing. Like today, when I was nicely queuing up for food, the woman behind me kept pushing ahead, staying very close behind me, and like a hungry ghost can’t wait to order her food and therefore her stupid bag and her stupid hand kept brushing my arms my bags my elbow and only with a great restrain on my part did I not turn around and screamed at her “STOP PUSHING YOU B!TCH!“
And there’s this one time when this guy stood so close to me that he virtually bumped into me every step I took.
And then there’s this one time when the auntie’s handbag kept slapping my back when she giggled to whatever funny thing her friend said.
What the hell is wrong with these people? RESPECT MY PERSONAL SPACE! I don’t care how long the queue is, or how fat or skinny you are, please refrain from stepping into the 15 inches circumferences around me. You think I’m giving free living tissue to everyone as part of community service project isit? I DO NOT LIKE YOU TOUCHING ME!
For the sake of my eternal sanity, I swear I would scream like a banshee anytime I see anyone cutting queue, bumping into me, or just generally being an uneducated arsehole.
d’lovely neighbours
Those of you who read my old blog will know that I have previously dissed my neighbours for being an uncivilized, barbaric, ill-bred, crude, discourteous, unthoughtful, illiterate, impertinent, uneducated, unmannared, vulgar, lowbred, boorish, inhuman, uncultivated, rude son of a b!tch.
Now I’ve met another neighbour who constantly come to the pretty damsel’s rescue(s):
- SMS-ed wonderkittie to tell us that I’ve forgotten to turn off my car’s headlights for freaking 18 hours (obviously the battery is dead flat)
- Helped me changed my dead flat batter in the middle of the night together with a tipsy EL and a very helpful guard
- when wonderkittie dropped her sunnies beside d’car
…And my lovely neighbour is apparently a very prominent figure in the electronica scene in Malaysia. (loony is trying to get over her total complete utter shock and awe right now)
No, I’m not going to tell you his name. 