I know, I know, I'm a little too ketinggalan zaman, but I've just watched the movie Cinta.
What can I say, I was moved. Ada sikit leleh la. Tak guna kau Kabir Bhatia, main geletek2 dengan tear duct aku.
Beautifully shot too. And there's that Amani girl, I like a lot ah dia tu. But not too much in Cinta.
Hi.
Im Ilya.
Im a Gyllenhaalic.
How can you not think that he is menarik. BOOOO!
Do you think, ada orang melayu yang muka macam dia ka?
What is it with me and the Chinese nowadays? Or, the Chinese and me to be precise. I tried to be civilised, I did. Don't say I didn't because I know I did.
I went grocery shopping at an oriental superstore, where the employees are 90% Chinese. I thought I'm supposed to pack things myself at the till, just like I normally do la if I go to Tesco or Morrisons, but they do it differently at Wing Yip. So naturally I stepped aside when the checkout girl Number 2 stepped in to handle the packing. This conversation followed:
Me: What's the price of the garlic?
Her: You have to weigh it first.
Me: (since she's the one with the scale) Well, can you weigh it for me so I can know the price?
Her: (rather defensively) It'll come up on the receipt.
Me: I know, but as of now..
Her: bla bla bla cannot cong ceng cong ceng wait bla bla cong cong ceng end!
Me: I just want to know the price.
Her: cong cong cong ceng ah cong ceng ah ceng! cong ceng!!
Me: This is not how you supposed to work with customers you know..
Her: Fine then you can pack yourself!!
And then she went away.
Celaka kau.
All I wanted to know was the price of the garlic you moron! If I have a mallet, I'll flatten that big head of yours. I don't get how you can work at till with that attitude. Boleh celen customer service kt Malaysia. Woo cayalah.
In a completely different setting, I was browsing through a rail of clothes in Esprit. You know when it's sale season, they crammed all the sale items at one side of the store, and I mean literally crammed cram, and people will browse like nobody's business and throw unwanted things on the floor and never bother to pick up loose hangers from the floor. You know how it is.
Anyway, I was trying to avoid a pile of clothes in front of me (because seriously, guys, as berhemah as I would like to think I am, I wouldn't waste my time picking up clothes from the floor when I could be in fitting rooms trying them.), so I went around it and accidentally la hit this Chinese lady behind me. I said my sorry, and guess what she did for a reply? Gave me a dirty look that lady did! Another celaka coming right up your arse lah! It was unintentional la wey! What, do you think I'm a freak going round shops hitting people with my elbow? Freak! You freak! Kau ah freak! Geram aku!
When I met her at kids section later on, she still gave me that look, complete with eyes and eyebrows action this time. Dah la muka macam makcik dalam cerita Kung Fu Hustle. I mean, COME ON LA LET IT GO ALREADY! IT WAS JUST A SMALL HIT, YOU WEREN'T EVEN BLEEDING OR BRUISED OR ANYTHING! Aiyoyoooo. Bodoh ah kau ni.
Look, I have nothing major against Chinese. So don't worry.
I still love a good round of hot pot. And ginseng tea sometimes.
And definitely Shaolin Soccer.
After Dark,"Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes; it's not the same as in daytime."
