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This post is titled Nizam, meet Mr. Boredom by author SoulJah.
Well I wouldn't actually call it a boring week... Met some friends coming back from the UK and having a barbecue at my friend's. Yes, I manned the barbecue grill, because I think there were only a handful of people who actually knew how to barbecue. Lamb chops and chicken wings and drum sticks aplenty, we stuffed ourselves til the brink of shitting our pants with that Lee Kum Kee barbecue sauce. Good night, but then it got weird.
I'm the first to admit, I'm not one who hangs out at Gadong til 2am looking at cars passing by. BUt yeah, I just mucked about and see whats the hubbub all about. Apart from the weird episode of us ******** ** ****, I found out that it was horrendously boring. Hell I'd be up for some staring at pondans and such, but it was not meant to be. So screwed about in Gadong then we decided that hanging out without cigs is too damn gay. Apart from some tyre scraping incident, the proceeding drive home was pretty non eventful.
The next day, at around 3 went to Gadong again. God knows fucking why. Oh yeah... Getting a box of matches. I repeat. Getting a box of matches. But it was good seeing her. And her too. And some random chick. And some other random groups of chick. And her too. Mucked about in Gadong, with Ash, and talked about stuff that matters not. Then we decided to hang out at Komunis. Yes. Fucking Komunis.
While we were sitting at the software section, some bugger of a guy asked us if we worked there. I mean what the fuck? Do I look like a Filipino? I admit we were talking in English and shit talking about shit, but DO I LOOK LIKE A DAMNED FILIPINO??? Yeah, being the helpful person that I am, I pointed out there's no stable PS2 emulator for the PC. I mean, dude. You are rich enough to have a PC and that phone (which I guess was a good model Samsung), you are rich enough to plunk down 500 mullahs for a damn PS2!?!?! 'Tard.
Then mucked about again, giving the mall one last run through before we get tired and just go home. But that's after we get some grub at Mamih.
Oh yeah... Topics that we talked about? It ranges from:
1) Slapping my kids if he or she ever dresses like I can't pay for their clothing.
2) Business monopolies.
3) Bruneian football status.
4) Criminal activities.
5) How boring it was last night.
6) How we are really boring buggers.
7) Why the hell did that damn guy ask us.
8) Piracy (while we were in Komunis).
I'm the first to admit, I'm not one who hangs out at Gadong til 2am looking at cars passing by. BUt yeah, I just mucked about and see whats the hubbub all about. Apart from the weird episode of us ******** ** ****, I found out that it was horrendously boring. Hell I'd be up for some staring at pondans and such, but it was not meant to be. So screwed about in Gadong then we decided that hanging out without cigs is too damn gay. Apart from some tyre scraping incident, the proceeding drive home was pretty non eventful.
The next day, at around 3 went to Gadong again. God knows fucking why. Oh yeah... Getting a box of matches. I repeat. Getting a box of matches. But it was good seeing her. And her too. And some random chick. And some other random groups of chick. And her too. Mucked about in Gadong, with Ash, and talked about stuff that matters not. Then we decided to hang out at Komunis. Yes. Fucking Komunis.
While we were sitting at the software section, some bugger of a guy asked us if we worked there. I mean what the fuck? Do I look like a Filipino? I admit we were talking in English and shit talking about shit, but DO I LOOK LIKE A DAMNED FILIPINO??? Yeah, being the helpful person that I am, I pointed out there's no stable PS2 emulator for the PC. I mean, dude. You are rich enough to have a PC and that phone (which I guess was a good model Samsung), you are rich enough to plunk down 500 mullahs for a damn PS2!?!?! 'Tard.
Then mucked about again, giving the mall one last run through before we get tired and just go home. But that's after we get some grub at Mamih.
Oh yeah... Topics that we talked about? It ranges from:
1) Slapping my kids if he or she ever dresses like I can't pay for their clothing.
2) Business monopolies.
3) Bruneian football status.
4) Criminal activities.
5) How boring it was last night.
6) How we are really boring buggers.
7) Why the hell did that damn guy ask us.
8) Piracy (while we were in Komunis).
Posted by SoulJah at 9:03:00 PM
