Posted by azngeek at September 17th, 2006

Friday. I went to my first birthday party involving someone not related, for the year. The second party I’ve been invited to. But the first one I’ve actually decided to grace my presence with. So it was an after-school thing. Movie. At IMAX. Gold class. What is gold class about? It’s just these 50 ringgit seats. To watch a 1 and a half hour movie. Don’t look at me. First time going to gold class. It’s sort of like the equivalent to first class on the plane. The difference is. You aren’t moving from A to B. And you aren’t on the plane. Getting back on topic. So it was after school. At 4:45 the movie was at. Nacho Libre.

School finished at 3:00, so the very manly asian geek was at the gym for about an hour plus. And then after the gym. He gets a call for directions to the said place. As he is talking on the phone, walking straight ahead, some big-fat-ugly-maori-bitch who probably weighs 100000000000000000 times more than me, shoves her disgusting urine reaking sweat infested fucked up body mass into me. And goes, “Bitch, watch where you are going” I was abit dumbfucked then. I glared at her. I was about to slug her so fucking hard, that she’d be wishing she’d not cross paths with this asian boy descended from the great Bruce Lee himself (that’s a lie, the Bruce Lee part. But not the wishing she’d not messed with me part)

I was fuming. I was angry. My pride. It was hurt. And plus, she was with another 2 big fat ugly maori girls. I didn’t want to get into a fight with 3 she-men. I was outnumbered. Though I probably could’ve taken 2 down with 2 shots. The other would have just handed my ass. (Me = high score for punches at the arcade. 9140/9999. Useless information you probably didn’t need to know) Who were also at least twice my size. Side ways that is. And a bit taller than me *wince*. Maori woman look like this by the way. (Here’s the actual link. Note: Potrait of Maori Woman. It isn’t actually a man.) Looks more like a man to me. It’s hard to tell sometimes when it comes to Maoris.

So instead of throwing a punch. I thought I should be cheeky. I replied calmly. “I’m sorry SIR. I’m sorry I walked into you SIR”

Hohoho. That’s right. The bitch was fuming. And I was running like a rabid-dog-jacked-on-steroids-chasing-a-gay-postman. Yes. I was afraid. Afraid for my life. Who was I kidding. If they sat on me. I’d have lost my life. And by way of me taking a piss, I’d have an amazing experience to tell my children. My grandchildren. (If they didn’t kill me of course) And of course a great story for the azngeek readers. I sprinted. It didn’t help that I had a 7 kg bag on me, but I sprinted down the main road, and those fat bitches were eating my fucking asian dust. Yussss. Dumb fucked up bitches. I hope they choke. I hope while they have unholy-very-very-wrong-disgusting sex with there mates, they discover that they have AIDS and other sexual diseases. Siffilis? Is that how you spell it. I’m not that well acquainted with sexual diseases…. I hope they get run over by a motorcycle, then a car, then an ambulance that has a brake malfunction. And then they are rushed to the hospital. And as they enter the emergency ward, there’s a huge power failure. In the whole of Auckland. And they die. Die.DIE.DIE.DOT.COM. And then everyone lives happily ever after. Kthxbye. :D

Signing off. Azngeek.

PS: I actually didn’t say sorry sir. I just stared at them as though I was about to shove my hands into their chest and rip their hearts out. But things wouldn’t have been nearly as interesting. I still think they are absolute bitches. And think they should die a horrible long and gruesome death.

Aren’t I nice?