What is WRONG WITH ME these few days? Why is my estimation skills down under the drain? More like under the monsoon drain. Argh!!!
At this moment, I just feel like getting a Smart One. That will ease my tension of taking care about the rims and Malaysian infamous pot holes. Sigh. Oh, yes, another thing I hate about Malaysians. They have the knack to dig on roads that are well paved and smooth. They cannot resist not destroying neat, well kept roads. They just have to dig something to create some employment to a bunch of people, I think. And they fail miserably in getting it fix to perfection, after the digging. Their tar-ing skill is as bad their their taste for women and color coordination.
And because they are bad, my poor car needs to drive through bad roads. And ironically as well, I happen to pay road tax. Maybe the tax is for the employment of the diggers and pavers. It has to be. Maybe if I pay more tax, I will get better diggers and better pavers, like the saying goes, when you pay peanuts, you get monkeys. Hehe...
I have to say something about Malaysians too. Generally, if one goes for lunch in a hawker centre which sells 'economy rice' or what we Chinese call it "chap fan" these people who buys them have this very funny attitude. And it's pretty much applicable to Chinese people. They LOVE to pick their dishes as in, scoop, look at the meat, put back, scoop another, look at the meat, put back and scoop another until they find THE perfect piece of meat. Despite the long queue behind. And he goes on doing it to the next piece of meat, next piece of vegetable and whatever next he wants.
Yesterday, this stupid Chinese girl was crazy. She picked the foo-chok (fried bean curt) piece by piece and scrutinize them by centimeters on the face, then she puts it back and took another, scrutinize it on the face again, then return and pick another one. I was standing beside her and I really, really rolled my eyes like about 100x. I told myself if she continue another time of scrutinizing the quality and refuse to make a decision, this foul mouth of mine is going to say something that will spoilt her day. Like, "Why don't you change a job to quality control officer for foo chok and fish balls? You look talented."
I really have concluded their parents have not taught them that it is rude to pick all the best parts at the whims and fancy and having the cheek to return. It's pure fucking rude. Even more rude when there is a long queue behind.
Then how you ask me?
Look where you are scooping and see from afar if those are the ones you prefer. Otherwise, don't fucking touch it. Be more focus on what you want to eat then go for it.
It just goes to also tell how you see life.
But typical Chinese has it this way: Don't know what the fuck they want in life. Then they just do anything that comes by like a rubbish truck collector. Then half way into it, he finds it too tough, he will quit. And he goes on and on like that. Pick, don't like, return, pick, don't like return.
Sigh.
Malaysians. Chinese. Me.
I don't know what else to say... sigh. Oh yes, my car rims are scratched.
