Well, okay, the day went well, sessions were fruitful, there were many issues discussed, and then I went out at night, absconding myself from the last session...
I saw there was a sale at Giordano, the usual t-shirt I wore that cost RM50 for 3 now selling only RM40. After dinner I joined DrLJF for teh tarik and then went on to get my Giordanos. That done at about 9pm, I had some time to walk around Berjaya Megamall, and decided to watch Ice Age 3 at 10pm.
With 1 hour to waste I walked around the mall, and happened across this newly opened Adidas outlet. Yep, I came out with a new shoe, but not without feeling a tad irritated first. See, I was asking the lady if she has the bigger size for the shoe I was interested in. She checked some tags and confirmed there is a pair of size 11. Great. So after a few minutes waiting, she came back with size 10 and said that she can't find size 11, and why don't I try size 10 instead. Okay Madam smartie-pants, I told her I wouldn't fit in it but she gave me a blur look. I thought, okay, maybe she needs to see the shoe rip before she understands, so I sat and tried putting it on. To be nice to the shoe, I asked for a shoe horn. She never heard of it. She asked a colleague. Colleague and colleague's colleagues also never heard of shoe horn. Never mind, so I explained, something that looks like a rice spoon, only narrower and used to fit shoes, so to protect the shoes, and make it easy for clients to put it on, but no, not in their universe. Okay. I pulled the sorry pair of shoes on and showed to her, bloody tight. Need 1 size bigger, and we went like, tak jumpa. I asked her, what do you mean tak jumpa? Is it lost in the shop? Is it being displayed? What? She asked for a few more minutes and went back in again, and after 10 minutes, came out with the box of size 11 shoes. I reserve my comments on stoopid lazy asses like this. Ah, darn I said it.
So I told her, after putting it on and liking it much, that I'll wear it, and have my Hush Puppies (yes, must mention) oxfords put in the box instead. She sort of retorted "PAY FIRST" In perfect 2 words phrase kind of sentence without any grammatical errors. I swallowed my own poison and let out a soft "I know"....
Then, at the cinema, while booking the ticket I saw the seats were full, to the brim, and I was lucky to get a seat at the corner lot, fourth row from the back. I wasn't really that early, but by the time I sat down, I was the only one on fourth row. I knew it, I'm gonna have some peoples' asses rubbed on my face when the show starts, and yes, prediction was right at the moment when Sid went away from the herd, when Manny was talking to Diego and when Sid was doing stunts with the eggs. The horror didn't end there, the ultimately cina bitch sitting next to me had her canto-pop ring tone chiming twice throughout the show. WHY ARE SOME PEOPLE SO BLOODY DENSE ABOUT CINEMA ETIQUETTE, AND THEY HAVE TO HAVE CANTO-POP RING TONES, AND THEY MUST SIT NEXT TO ME????
After the movie, the mall was all closed so I was just following the crowd to get to the exit. Suddenly a joker security guard came and sang to us (yes, he was either mocking / flirting with the girls in front of me or that he has a disorder that makes his speech kind of melodious in the wrongest way) "Nak ke mana?? Nak ke mana??" So we said we're getting out, then he sang again "Tak boleh, tak boleh, pusing balik, pusing balik..." repeatedly, I'm telling you. The girls went all confused and I as usual, got irritated with the whole musical drama, so I asked him, "Encik, bagitau, nak keluar ikut mana?" in a stern voice and I was wearing my Kementerian Kesihatan t-shirt. He pointed to the way out. And that felt normal. I turned around and said to myself, "menyanyi semacam bodoh" and the girls giggled. Yes, acknowledgement! Needed that much.
On the way back to the hotel, I passed by the mamak shop where I had a drink earlier, and wanted to try the mutton soup, supposedly very nice according to DrL. Then a Benggali (no racist remark intended) came to wait on my table, telling me soup kambing habis. Her said only sup yeakeh is available. I went, WHAT? Sup Yeakeh, sup yeakeh... I almost asked for the boss to come, then he pointed out at the menu he grabbed from the next table, Sup Ekor. Owh.. what's the whole thing with YEAKEH?? Can't blame him for being Benggali though... That wasn't my most enjoyable supper, first the soup came without a spoon, so I asked for it, the spoon came. Then, I realised I had to hold the bone while chewing on the meat, so I asked for a fork, and after a few minutes it came. I had some soup splashes on the table and on my hand, and the napkin came after a few more minutes. Damn, next time anybody comes to eat at this place, make a bloody CHECKLIST!!
After that I came up to the room, tired and full, and as I went into the room, I wondered why the room was warm, the aircond was not working... So I called the reception counter, asking for engineering to come have a look. I introduced myself as room 609, and she wanted to know my name. I almost asked her, shouldn't she know? I am the guest and she has the bloody guest list in front of her. What is this, some sort of security password? She should be greeting me by my name! After I told her, she went "Okay" phew, glad I got the password right!! But I didn't want to think much of it, I just want to have my aircond done, and sleep...
But before I sleep, I have to type this down... yea, what a day.
I saw there was a sale at Giordano, the usual t-shirt I wore that cost RM50 for 3 now selling only RM40. After dinner I joined DrLJF for teh tarik and then went on to get my Giordanos. That done at about 9pm, I had some time to walk around Berjaya Megamall, and decided to watch Ice Age 3 at 10pm.
With 1 hour to waste I walked around the mall, and happened across this newly opened Adidas outlet. Yep, I came out with a new shoe, but not without feeling a tad irritated first. See, I was asking the lady if she has the bigger size for the shoe I was interested in. She checked some tags and confirmed there is a pair of size 11. Great. So after a few minutes waiting, she came back with size 10 and said that she can't find size 11, and why don't I try size 10 instead. Okay Madam smartie-pants, I told her I wouldn't fit in it but she gave me a blur look. I thought, okay, maybe she needs to see the shoe rip before she understands, so I sat and tried putting it on. To be nice to the shoe, I asked for a shoe horn. She never heard of it. She asked a colleague. Colleague and colleague's colleagues also never heard of shoe horn. Never mind, so I explained, something that looks like a rice spoon, only narrower and used to fit shoes, so to protect the shoes, and make it easy for clients to put it on, but no, not in their universe. Okay. I pulled the sorry pair of shoes on and showed to her, bloody tight. Need 1 size bigger, and we went like, tak jumpa. I asked her, what do you mean tak jumpa? Is it lost in the shop? Is it being displayed? What? She asked for a few more minutes and went back in again, and after 10 minutes, came out with the box of size 11 shoes. I reserve my comments on stoopid lazy asses like this. Ah, darn I said it.
So I told her, after putting it on and liking it much, that I'll wear it, and have my Hush Puppies (yes, must mention) oxfords put in the box instead. She sort of retorted "PAY FIRST" In perfect 2 words phrase kind of sentence without any grammatical errors. I swallowed my own poison and let out a soft "I know"....
Then, at the cinema, while booking the ticket I saw the seats were full, to the brim, and I was lucky to get a seat at the corner lot, fourth row from the back. I wasn't really that early, but by the time I sat down, I was the only one on fourth row. I knew it, I'm gonna have some peoples' asses rubbed on my face when the show starts, and yes, prediction was right at the moment when Sid went away from the herd, when Manny was talking to Diego and when Sid was doing stunts with the eggs. The horror didn't end there, the ultimately cina bitch sitting next to me had her canto-pop ring tone chiming twice throughout the show. WHY ARE SOME PEOPLE SO BLOODY DENSE ABOUT CINEMA ETIQUETTE, AND THEY HAVE TO HAVE CANTO-POP RING TONES, AND THEY MUST SIT NEXT TO ME????
After the movie, the mall was all closed so I was just following the crowd to get to the exit. Suddenly a joker security guard came and sang to us (yes, he was either mocking / flirting with the girls in front of me or that he has a disorder that makes his speech kind of melodious in the wrongest way) "Nak ke mana?? Nak ke mana??" So we said we're getting out, then he sang again "Tak boleh, tak boleh, pusing balik, pusing balik..." repeatedly, I'm telling you. The girls went all confused and I as usual, got irritated with the whole musical drama, so I asked him, "Encik, bagitau, nak keluar ikut mana?" in a stern voice and I was wearing my Kementerian Kesihatan t-shirt. He pointed to the way out. And that felt normal. I turned around and said to myself, "menyanyi semacam bodoh" and the girls giggled. Yes, acknowledgement! Needed that much.
On the way back to the hotel, I passed by the mamak shop where I had a drink earlier, and wanted to try the mutton soup, supposedly very nice according to DrL. Then a Benggali (no racist remark intended) came to wait on my table, telling me soup kambing habis. Her said only sup yeakeh is available. I went, WHAT? Sup Yeakeh, sup yeakeh... I almost asked for the boss to come, then he pointed out at the menu he grabbed from the next table, Sup Ekor. Owh.. what's the whole thing with YEAKEH?? Can't blame him for being Benggali though... That wasn't my most enjoyable supper, first the soup came without a spoon, so I asked for it, the spoon came. Then, I realised I had to hold the bone while chewing on the meat, so I asked for a fork, and after a few minutes it came. I had some soup splashes on the table and on my hand, and the napkin came after a few more minutes. Damn, next time anybody comes to eat at this place, make a bloody CHECKLIST!!
After that I came up to the room, tired and full, and as I went into the room, I wondered why the room was warm, the aircond was not working... So I called the reception counter, asking for engineering to come have a look. I introduced myself as room 609, and she wanted to know my name. I almost asked her, shouldn't she know? I am the guest and she has the bloody guest list in front of her. What is this, some sort of security password? She should be greeting me by my name! After I told her, she went "Okay" phew, glad I got the password right!! But I didn't want to think much of it, I just want to have my aircond done, and sleep...
But before I sleep, I have to type this down... yea, what a day.
2 comments:
Hmm...it must be the kutan effect...ask natives who now live in cleveland.
Native in Cleveland now doing the Big Momma culture, probably forgotten how it was here...
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