There was something in the voice that was both annoying and funny. Obligated due ton instant recognition with a new wallet in my back pocket, I turned.
My gentle giant mate was frantically waving and making unclear Latin statements. I got 'wallet', 'money', 'lost' and 'dad' with a word lacking a consonant with 'ill' or 'eel'.
'My dad is going to kill me' he blurted. Finally, I was able to calm him down and due to his size I had to put 3 and 3 together in quite a difficult fashion. The explanation was seemingly innocent. he was looking at a few innocent looking men doing some innocent gambling when he innocently joined and somehow innocently a man reach for the money in his wallet and innocently placed an innocent bet that was innocently declared the losing bet. Simple. It was innocent. The dad would definitely understand.
My foot you spoiled squirt. I actually slapped him. Well a brotherly and concern like slap. Our eyes met and if she were a girl, the meeting of the eyes would be enough to build a marriage on. 'I'll get your money back. Just don't cry'. Well, what now?
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
The Epicentre
As I stared at the strange looking woman with a hedious sexy outfit, a recognizable odour came to me. It was rather layered but instantly understood. People must have done a lot after consumption business at this 'longkang'.
The woman purred but purred ugly so ugly that the sexy outfit image was lost in a flash and I wanted to just leave. Wow! Cheap wallets and cheap whatever. I focused on the inspiring scene of cheap stuff from a trader with a beautiful sidekick.
The communicative art of the bargain needed studious mind as the price would go up and down in minutes and you need to offer at the right time to get the right item or items with the right price. The other communicative soothing posture was the beautiful girl who would wrap the stuff bought and purposely hold the hand of the buyer for a fraction of a second and a fraction longer if the items were not really kind in price as in function or usability.
I timed my offer to perfection and got me a nice wallet for RM 4. The skin connection between me and the girl could not even be considered a fraction I guess.
Yabu!Yabu! ...
The woman purred but purred ugly so ugly that the sexy outfit image was lost in a flash and I wanted to just leave. Wow! Cheap wallets and cheap whatever. I focused on the inspiring scene of cheap stuff from a trader with a beautiful sidekick.
The communicative art of the bargain needed studious mind as the price would go up and down in minutes and you need to offer at the right time to get the right item or items with the right price. The other communicative soothing posture was the beautiful girl who would wrap the stuff bought and purposely hold the hand of the buyer for a fraction of a second and a fraction longer if the items were not really kind in price as in function or usability.
I timed my offer to perfection and got me a nice wallet for RM 4. The skin connection between me and the girl could not even be considered a fraction I guess.
Yabu!Yabu! ...
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Banshee
Woi! Cilakak.
Haven't heard that phrase in years and to think, this is dead centre in KL, well it is dead and centre. I must have or maybe one of my mates had commited something to the decidedly veteran lady of the night.
My mates were focused to the task at hand. They needed to find a table with six holes to put coloured and numbered balls in them. Me, realizing seemingly extra late was in for my bike and of course paper money that the Gov. had injected in my account at the most imporatnt time in my life. When I had no more of those gold replacement in my wallet, pockets and drawers. Now, a bit angry but more so bemused that I was directed into this particular channel of decision, I smirked and hissed to myself, "sometimes shit happens". That it happened on top of me was the most bemusing factor. The guys were aiming to play snooker in Lorong Haji Taib as it was the cheapest place in town. dangerous ugly place and even more so when I do not even play the game but I was ...
I was not going to let them have all the fun at my expense. 'Woi! Cilakak.
Twice in a day after years of not hearing it could even wake up a comatose dude. "Lu apa mau?"
Haven't heard that phrase in years and to think, this is dead centre in KL, well it is dead and centre. I must have or maybe one of my mates had commited something to the decidedly veteran lady of the night.
My mates were focused to the task at hand. They needed to find a table with six holes to put coloured and numbered balls in them. Me, realizing seemingly extra late was in for my bike and of course paper money that the Gov. had injected in my account at the most imporatnt time in my life. When I had no more of those gold replacement in my wallet, pockets and drawers. Now, a bit angry but more so bemused that I was directed into this particular channel of decision, I smirked and hissed to myself, "sometimes shit happens". That it happened on top of me was the most bemusing factor. The guys were aiming to play snooker in Lorong Haji Taib as it was the cheapest place in town. dangerous ugly place and even more so when I do not even play the game but I was ...
I was not going to let them have all the fun at my expense. 'Woi! Cilakak.
Twice in a day after years of not hearing it could even wake up a comatose dude. "Lu apa mau?"
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The plot Thickens or may even be chickens
I woke up. Happy, assignments done, birds were singing, paper notes in my wallet and the memory of the words by a beautiful girl, "you have the sweetest eyes" and the sight of my three mates. Happy but less as their paln unfolded with happy things which involved me losing some of my paper treasure.
On two bikes, braving the dark sky and I swear I heard a banshee cried, we went to the heart of the city, the sin part of town where religion had left and the devil reigned supreme. We stopped, eying the place, teeing up in our minds a stupendous plan while drowning ourselves in cancer stimulants and diabetes enhancers. We saw our fate and we went for it for the jungular I suppossed. There was a hissed a for a moment I thought I saw a banshee.
The alley was well lighted suprisingly but the smell was instantly recognizable, of greed and wantoness. I turned and saw the lights that we were creeping away from.
On two bikes, braving the dark sky and I swear I heard a banshee cried, we went to the heart of the city, the sin part of town where religion had left and the devil reigned supreme. We stopped, eying the place, teeing up in our minds a stupendous plan while drowning ourselves in cancer stimulants and diabetes enhancers. We saw our fate and we went for it for the jungular I suppossed. There was a hissed a for a moment I thought I saw a banshee.
The alley was well lighted suprisingly but the smell was instantly recognizable, of greed and wantoness. I turned and saw the lights that we were creeping away from.
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