The Ripped Soul

Church weekend was oookay. Choir yesterday was oookay. FK was hilarious. Before choir, he spotted me and decided to make some small-talk.

him: wah.. what's that? *points to the headphone*

I gave Aloy the "is he seriously asking me that question or is he being sarcastic?" look.

Aloy: oh father.. its a hairband lah.. you know.. put it over the head..
FK: hairband?
me: he means headphone la father. for him its a hairband.. for me a headphone.. you know..
FK: oh. connect to radio ah?

RADIO?! Bloody mp3 la shite. Think what? 1995 huh? Bloody 2006 now la dey!

me: ah.. yah yah. radio. radioooo.
FK: ohhhh.. no wonder i see all you people who wear this all dance on the street like mad.. er.. like this. *Does the Saturday night fever pose with a clenched fist in the air*

He'd so fail as John Travolta.

me: ah.. ya.. hahaha.. hahahaha...

I don't even dance to music in public la shite.

Aloy: wah.. funny ah father.. hahahaha.. very funny...

FK walks away dancing.

Aloy and me: not.

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Then earlier today - went to PS to find for a new fridge. Old one broke down, food all melting in the freezer and stuff. Couldn't find one. Staff at Best Denki were a pain in my ass. Instead of helping my mother and I out on picking a fridge - they were convincing my mother to sign up for the denkicard. Dumb fuckheads. AND MY MOTHER COMPLIED. So bloody stupid.

But whatever. In the end, we got a fridge from AudioHse since they had the SAME fridge on offer. Pushed and carried the fridge from there to home myself. I hate the staff there. HATE THEM.

I swear I should just shift to America or Australia. I can't stand cheena service here. Bastards are fucktards. And they're DAMN irritating. Not customer-friendly. At all. Especially if they're old and have more than half a scalp of white hair.

And I was looking at the job requirements - physically strong etcetc. ONLY MANDRIN AND ENGLISH SPEAKING PLS.

What about other people? People like me? What about indians and malays? So much for racial harmony. KISSMYFATASS. Racists. Then what happens if a malay couple wants to buy something and can't speak anything else except malay? Who you going to look for? The Bangala worker that's wanking outside the office when he watches those hindustani movies on tv during his break?

Stupid job requirements. Stupid staff. Stupid companies. Stupid country. TSK.