Ok, im gonna rant about Msia. Since its a rant, its definitely not gonna be pretty.
So i was going back to my maternal grandma's house in msia. My ahyi told us to bring back our oh so pretty, lovable, sky blue mahjong set (be envious you people) to play there. Msia just build a new custom (extra shit) and since its new and everything, there wasn't even any pathetic boards around that indicates anything. (fucked up shit) Suaysuay my dad went to the red lane and the corrupted malay custom officer go say we can't bring in GAMBLING TOOLS. and we need police permits. *roll eye* That fucking maggot actually touched my oh so beautiful mahjong tile. OMG get your filthy hands away from my tiles.
Those corrupted ballless officers were rambling on and on about how illegal it was to bring in gambling tools into their beloved (sucky) country. I was so pissed. They then decided to tax RM20. Fuckers. want money just say la. Why go to such great lengths jus for 20 fucking dollars. The invoice that they gave us only states that we gave them 20 bucks. NOT EVEN A SHIT ABOUT ANY ILLEGAL GAMBLING TOOLS OR MAHJONG. All bastards.
Next, i absolutely hate my cousins in msia. Not my immediate cousins though. I <3 them. (okay, partly coz im able to boss them around coz im the eldest. hehe.) They live next door only and they love to come over to the front of my grandma's house to play with those firecrackers thingy. Its those that you throw on the ground and it makes this loud piak noise.
It was so damn extremely irritating. And the mastermind was this tiny midgit who doesn't even reach up to my waist and who just wishes that he could whack me with his plastic sword thingy but couldn't. Lol. I literally spent the whole afternoon glaring daggers at that person, cursing him, scolding him etc. Hey that was actually fun coz he's reaction was damn comical. All of us were older and taller than him and even if he wanted to whack us, he couldn't, for fear of getting scolded. (we were at his house visiting his relatives) And obviously, his language aint as colourful as any of us.
In short, we owned him upside down, inside out. Muahahaha. Seriously, one of my cousins actually went as far as to malign him. He gave that kid his angbaos (he took willingly of coz. he's so dumb), called my mum over and said " 大姨，他拿我的红包!" Ah, that was the best. He immediately gave back and plastered an innocent smile on his ugly face. We nicknamed him violent tendency aka 暴力倾向. I have to say that kids from these different houses sure are enemies. Even without me there, they hated us, we hated them.
*exhale*
wa, damn shiok. I <3 ranting. And my cousins. and my iPod laogong. and my friends :D
