Posted by psych at September 2nd, 2006

I am lying in the open at dawn. Dew wet on my eyelashes. On the grass. In my mind. Clawing away at what I think might be the cause of my ignorance. My bitterness. Dreaming of emerging from the fog. The dense fog is on me. Suffocating me. Impaling me painlessly. Slowly, seeping into my being. Clouding my mind. Entering my soul.

Ahh.. refreshing thoughts emerge as i sippeth the l33test coffee on earth. It feels like I’m depriving myself somehow when I force myself to stay awake without actually planning on doing anything productive. I would study but I want to stay awake a little longer. It’s only 1.30 am anyways. No biggie. I’ve done much worse. Just thought I’d update this little space with stuff.

Had dinner at an obscure restaurant(roadside) in Subang with a few friends. All trying to hit on the only girl among us. Fun, healthy competition. Not really, more like, just bored people waiting for food. Anyways a average looking dude walked up to us and showed us a little something something in a cd holder/folder thingy. Me, being the good, law-abiding human being that I am motioned for the little fucker to move away whilst everyone else just ignored him. Contrary to popular belief, (my belief anyway) he didnt just go. He started advertising to me in Cantonese(since i was the only one paying attention i think). All I understood from it was a few ‘ho’s with a few thumbs ups and an annoying grin. Business not going so well? I guess with everyone but horny old men without computers getting everything they need straight online theyve run out of many potential customers. Idiots at the table were grinning. I told you we were bored. I said no thanks. He kept going. I did the next best thing. Maaf, tak nak. Still no reaction. Summing up what little I could, I sounded “Ngo mm oi” making it sound as TVBish as I could as not to confuse the idiot with a weird accent. Didnt know if it was correct or not but I was desperate. Cmon English AND Malay. I dont really get it in the first place. He could clearly see that I didnt understand a word he was saying yet kept bombarding me with what seemed like cheap, interesting, dvd covers. The dude didnt bat an eye, he started advertising in broken english. This caused some asses at the table to lol. “This very good quality, very expensive other place one. Very cheap here. Can buy alot for cheap.” The guy had a freaking sales pitch. For Freaking Pirated DVDS! What has the world come to? I think I saw a porno while he flipped a little. Argh, anything to get peoples attention. Guess what, he didnt even pretend to hear me. I think hes probably a deaf guy selling dvds to benefit his hearing-impaired society. Ok, that was unnecesarry. No disabled jokes. Even here =) Sorry ppl. I feel bad already. Just trying to reason his behaviour. So I did what I should have done earlier. I looked away. Started talking about random stuff with the guys at the table. All this time the guy was just standing there. 20 seconds later, he walked away. Now, I really dont get it. Previous DVD sale attempts on me were made with the exact same pattern.

  • Walk up, show DVDs for 2 seconds.
  • Wait for response.
  • Stealthily walk to next table if not interested or if interested, stealthily get info and make transaction.

I actually thought there was some kind of code where you didnt stand longer than 5 seconds next to a table if you werent wanted. I guess there are anomalies in every group. Ima say a lil prayer for him (the black sheep of the pirated DVD industry).
Oh weirdo DVD dude, may you not bother me ever again. May you have no business for the next month and be forced to resort to better ways to earn a living. And may your balls itch insanely whenever you interrupt people with your porno, always, now and forever. Amen.

Im off to bed.

pSyCh