Chang. It means ‘elephant’ in Thai. So what the hell am I calling an elephant my master all of the sudden? Because it is the cause of and solution to all of life’s problems.
After a boring morning, Roey, Aaron and I went to Heng Soon’s place to pai nian. Yeah man. Was boring until we got to the gambling part. That was when Chang Sifu and Tiger Sifu appeared.
From then onwards, my luck in blackjack was wholly random. As I was in a state of subconscious enlightenment, my decisions in the draw became more bold. Then the luck potion rolled in. From then onwards it was a blur. Things beyond comprehension happened.
Before I knew it, I was back to my gambling capital amount. Minus $1. Haih. That sucks.
As I have been touched (in the naughty areas) by both Chang and Tiger Sifus and circulating my cosmic energies by offering holy water to the porcelain gods, I was in a state of omnipotence that made me decide to spare the world from my cosmic powers by not driving, but rather have someone drive me. (we went to a friend of Heng Soon’s place, btw)
Okay, what happened next was rather intelligent of me </sarcasm>. Since everyone was going home early, I decided to tumpang Kar Mun’s (cute girl ^_^) ride over to RF (a cybercafe), where I was told that Vincent and whoever may be hanging out. Turns out that they weren’t. *meep*
So I had to walk all the way back to where I was. And during that long journey where I got lost a few times, and spent quite a bit on phone credit trying to get directions - I finally realised what Chang and Tiger Sifu were trying to teach me.
Appreciation. Appreciation for my car. Appreciation for having wheels to roll around in, rather than having to take bus number 11. Weird, isn’t it? How such a bizzare chain of events can ultimately lead to true enlightenment? B$1 is more than worth it as a fee.
Heng Soon’s dad drove us back to his place, and I finally redeemed my ability to move faster than 10km/h. Enlightened, indeed.
Okay, and thus ends the happy part of my blog. Here comes some flames directed at someone who is being an idiot at the moment.
There are some friends where you hang out and have fun with - some of them are true friends. Others, however, should only stay at the ‘fun to hang out with every now and then’ zone. Over the past week, I realised that there is one such entity among my group of old friends in Brunei.
For such a person, familiarity breeds contempt. The more I understand him, the more I dislike hanging out with that said person.
For one thing, I seriously despise the way he looks down on ‘noobs‘. In DotA, where we want to have fun - and I’ll admit, I’m not that good, and neither are some of my friends (not including them KL gods). Ironically, this friend of mine is from KL, but sucks at DotA.
He stubbornly assumes that his builds are 100% correct, and ‘East Malaysian noobs’ have no say. Fine. Like I care. I don’t even really care when he yells at teammates (who happen to be on the other side of the map) for not coming to his aid when he was being ganked (basically means being ambused).
Okay. Fine. But what I can’t take is how he openly, tactlessly whines and complains about certain teammates’ lack of ability. Do note, it wasn’t directed at me. I’m not tha good, but not that sucky either. It was directed towards a friend and his brother. My friend isn’t good in DotA, but his brother is pretty good. However, [friend's bro]’s style of play is rather different from that idiot’s style (noob style), and thus our idiot subject whines and complains about his noobieness.
Cibai dammit. Just let people have their fun. Just because they don’t make their builds your way, doesn’t mean it’s wrong. You don’t see me complaining when you farmed for Heart as first item for Phantom Lancer.
So yeah, from what I heard, quite a lot of people have negative opinions about our dear friend here. I don’t find it the least bit surprising.
Our dear friend is also blatantly selfish. Let’s see now. There was a time when we were planning on going to Chen’s place for pai nian. Believe it or not, that guy has the guts to ask everyone not to go, and postpone it, just because he can’t make it.
As if. If it was me, I’d hope that they would postpone it for my sake, but understand that (in the context of utilitarianism) the needs of one person cannot outweigh the needs of many. Apparently our dear boy couldn’t understand.
And today - now that was what pissed me off the most. Cibai. We were supposed to go to Heng Soon’s house in the afternoon. Any time we wished. However, our dear friend called up a few other friends, and told them to go at night. And also tried to persuade them to stay over. Without considering the fact that two people are leaving for KL tomorrow (actually, later. but whatever).
So yeah, a few guys couldn’t make it. He called them up and demanded explainations. Wtf man. The bastard even had the guts to call me up and demanded to know whether I was going to stay over or not. My answer was the usual - ‘depends on whether the others are [staying over]‘. Cibai. He then spoke in a very obviously maddened tone and stated that ‘the others are the others, wtf is your decision’.
Cibai. Whether I’m staying over is my business. I’ve got a car, I can go home whenever I want (oh, did I mention that he likes to call me out because of the very same reason?). So suka hati I chill and wait see if others are staying over.
Sorry, my dear readers, for exposing you to such rage. There are some things that I’d just rather not keep bottled inside. And in my usual blogging standards, I have kept my dear subject perfectly anonymous - so that he knows who I’m talking about, and other certain people too.
I hope you read this, bastard.
