It’s
3.11am. I’m sat at the See Hoy Chan office in Bandar Utama. Well not the
office actually but more like under a tent whereby about at least 40 other
people are camping out to buy this supposedly cheap landed property, that has
just recently been launched. Take not that cheap here refers to about RM 380 K
approx.
I’ve
always seen these stories of peeps actually camping out for a few days outside
the developers office but never has it crossed my mind to actually do it. Heck
I’m not even the one buying the house this time around. (If I were, there’d
be less complaints).
Quick
description of the place. There is a long make shift hut which has been turned
into a temporary sleeping tent and two gazebos set up outside to serve as a
dining/lounge area. A look into the huts and you’d think we’re in a refugee
camp. Ignoring the amount of snazzy gadgets these ‘refugees’ have with them.
In fact, the ‘love of my life’ i.e my laptop is with me tonight.
I truly do no understand how this ‘queuing’ system works. Apparently you get a number (68 in my case) and then you/representative have to be present throught the whole time all the way till Friday. You are however allowed a few hours at certain times of the day to leave the ‘camp’ site. The more unbelieveable part in this whole thing is that I am actually fuelling this publicity stunt by merely resting my lazy arse on this sad excuse of a chair.
The
haunting voice of Jewel echos through my mind……………
Why wouldn’t it? I’ve been playing it for the 50th time now. Why can’t I just listen to songs the way other people do??
Do
you need me?
Like
I need you?
Or am
I standing still
Beneath
the darkened sky
Or am
I standing still
with
the scenery flying by
Or am
I standing still a
And
in the corner of my eye
Was
that you?
Passing
me by
Are
you passing me by?
God’s Kitchen is coming this Friday! Ahhh time to emerge from hibernation and return to embrace the wonderfully intoxicating rhythms of clubland.
Hope it’s gonna be a good nite.
This afternoon almost saw another catastrophe caused by Kat’s inability to put up with incompetently clueless ‘aunties’ with a knack of pretending to know it all.
My mom’s old friend dropped by with the overdue payment for a facial whilst mom was out. Upon seeing me, her expression changed to a half sympathetic/ half sarcastic one. Here’s a painful enactment of the conversation (painful because it was a pain to watch her and because I had to try so hard not to sink my fist into her face):
‘Auntie’: *pained look of that given to a fresh mental asylum release*
So how are you?
Kat
: I’m perfectly fine thanks (in mind: you can stop looking at me like
that, I’ve stopped collecting human skulls)
‘Auntie’:
pained look of that given to a fresh mental asylum release/ kid that got
kicked out of uni* So what are you planning to do now?!
Kat
: (in mind: stop giving me that look before I give you a black eye to
look pained about) *tries hard to smile convincingly and prove sanity* Oh
I’m definitely planning to go back and complete my degree. Don’t see why I
shouldn’t since I’ve been getting on well with it all this while. *flashes
teeth in form of smile*
‘Auntie’: *taken aback and tries hard to maintain composure after being slapped in the face with rude yet true answer* Oh ok…. *under breathe* silly child.
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