Crappy Stick
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Crap Stick
Why am I talking about crap stick? Yeah Babe, you got it right, CRAP Stick!
All of us know, this reddish cute soft bouncing eatable stick is tasty when you serve it properly. I normally like it with my sushi and salad, best if serve cold or half frozen! It's cooked, you can practically eat it from the pack actually.
Well, yesterday BB and me went for our usual lok-lok session at Taman Segar; near Leisure Mall, just right infront of Maxis. They are usually called FAT MAN Steamboat on Tuesday. Someone else tend to take over on other days if I'm not mistaken. It's a cool rainy nite, perfectly great for lok-lok! We went to the stall and attacked our usual favorite items like pork balls, fu-peis, BB's with his see-ham [Mart told me it's called cockles], pork liver [ewww!!!], pork whatever, fish balls [Yeah, our fish have balls] and bla bla bla... The list normally goes on and on and on for BB. I'm rather simple with my food. I eat simple food.
When BB hand me the normal looking crab stick, I took it without much hesitation. Took the first bite, damn... This thing taste funny. Second bite... Argggsss... Seriously taste funny! I took the third bite and confirmed that the stupid crappy stick gone bad edi and guess what? I finished the whole thing edi!!! Damn!!!
Then I turn over to BB and asked him 'BB, did you realized that this crap stick done bad edi?' BB replied... 'Yah...' That was when I feel so fucking weird, why did BB pass that to me? I'm so damn particular about food I eat and when it taste funny, I feel so freaking sick and I can feel my stomach turning around. Oh god, I need to puke!
Still feeling a lil stoned, I requested ice cream so that I can feel better and forget bout the stupid crab stick. We went for our usual dosage of ice cream and rush back to car for my 'miracle dose' at the Connaught Giant. By 9.30pm, BB is super annoyed with my laid back cum super slow movement and he incited his usual fucked up look while driving around like a madman scaring me to hell. Sad to say, I get this almost everytime I see him. Fucked up look with madman driving style resulted from my laid back cum super slow movement is so freaking uncool k?
I NEED TO FEEL SAFE, DAMMIT!!!
Why can't people in this world understand the need to feel safe? Driving around like a madman doesn't make me feel safe! First of all, I have a madman next to me, it's already freaking scary. Next, I gotta bear with this stupid kiss ass driving style. Oh no!!! I'm gonna die soon. Hell, accident is the worst way to die. You die ugly!! A lot of blood... You loose body parts...
Then I suddenly remember someone. A close friend who make me feel so damn comfortable sitting in his car. Let's call him DD. DD doesn't drive like a madman. Even though when he is angry or fucked up. Infact, he doesn't get fucked up all the time. He is a matured guy. Not old, but matured. I miss feeling safe. I need to feel safe. It's not a feeling everyone can provide.
Back to BB... We reached Giant after 3-4 minutes, BB went down to buy the miracle dose for me. There isn't any available. Soon, I found myself caught in another madman driving series. 5 minutes later we are back to Taman Segar, looking for 24 hours clinic. BB went down after slamming his door [madman action], it took him about 8-10 minutes before coming back with my miracle dose. Brought a big bottle of mineral water and passed everything to me upon getting into the car and finally the hunt for my miracle dose ended with me swallowing it the moment after.
Upon swallowing the dose, BB suddenly turned into Prince Charming, he asked 'B.. You wanna Earthquake? Or another Mc D large cone?? Or perhaps the 7-11 Slurpy? I firmedly reject all the' suddenly' too good to be true offer and we head home.
[Damn, I'm getting bored blogging this, but what the hack...?]
BB took the long way back and soon, I started to give in and accepted his offer and we went for ice-kacang at home. Got the car parked, found available table, settled down and when we wanna order, the stupid waiter said that there isn't any ice-kacang, oke, fine... I decided to get a coconut.
This is when BB decided to begin his fucked up session again. God dammit!!! I had enough! It doesn't take very long for me to start crying too. I'm just so freaking dumbfucked by all this stupid matter that goes over and over again... If BB isn't 6' 5" I might have kicked him and slap him really hard. I'm just so fucking frustrated. Life can be better. It will be better if I stop seeing him.
He sent me home after both of us decided that enough is enough. Drop me infront of my door step, kiss good bye and great!!!! I'm home again!
It doesn't take long before the crappy stick start attacking me. I ran to the toilet - vomit every damn thing. My stomach feel so crappy, I can't walk much... I'm still feeling sick. Moral of the story? Don't eat crappy stick.
Nooo... I wanna feel better. I need to feel better.
Geezz... I gotta stop this crappy post.
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