  Yesterday( sunday)  I was in mid valley jalan- ing around with my little nephew and my parents. so my parents left me with him and I took the liberty to take care of him. as usual being the hyperactive little tyke he is.
he was practically touching and moving everything around. then i there was toy promotion and stuff which i was deeply engorsed with.  bought myself a little cibie boy toy. it's just like the coolets thing ever. got like the contruction looking one. coolness.
 then after that my parents and his parents came along and then they wanted to go home already. as I had dinner at 7pm in kl. I thought. might as well just drop by my friendly arcade center to open a bag of wh00pass on some dude playing KoF.  The arcade was packed with those jinjang dudes with their multi- coloured weird ass hairdo's practically being dancers wannabes and DJ's wannabe.
you wont catch me dead on those kinda machines in public( maybe in private I'll have a go at that cause i suck. hehe. therefore things that i cant do I put down I guess)  Rushed over to my favourite machine. KOF 2001.
 yeah man. now we're talking.  Sat my big fat ass down on the seat and started challenging this dude. whacking the crap out of him. hehe. like taking candy from a baby if you might say.
then the dude stepped up and then came another dude. which i practically 0wned as well. but hell. those guys weren't good. if got some super power dude that can make like super 500001 tornado- kick-
with- flaming- hand hit combo with kyo kusanagi and also iori yagami means I would have been owned( ok. maybe im exegerating. but I'm kinda sucky at this game.
but i just like the game)  but it feels good whacking their asses off the seat. makes me feel like some super power being which in turn will hold the undisputed title which is called 'mahai. tiu 9 lei' by my opponents.  Feels good to be cursed and sweared at when they're fucking pissed off at ya. hehehe.
 ok. there i was in my 4th game where some other dude was challenging me. then came along this little indian dude( around 6 yrs old) crying and weeping. ermm.
dont ask me what he was talking about but all i knew is that he looks lost. was like mumblin something like ' yeenaporengeh' or something like that. maybe its not that la. but basically thats the only indian word that i know. and i dont even know the meaning of it. geez.
So. my conscience got the better of me. I was like halfway winning the game already. the first time he looked and cried that time I didnt like really care. but then he kept on crying then i was like thinking to myself. 'Why.
Why? why me? why does this kid have to rob me of my glory and 'mahai. tiu 9 lei' fame'.  Then i casually got up. wanted to take the kid to the information counter.
perhaps they might have some indians there yo.  As I was walking. I bumped into a dude that looked like an indian and yet abit malayish. so I approached him and asked him. ' hey. you indian?
'. he was abit stoned la as I asked him as if I wanna whackimup like that if he's indian. so it took him awhile to answer. and after around 5, 000 miliseconds later. he answered.
'yeah. I'm indian. wassup? ' told him the scenario bout the little kid and whether he can translate what is he talking about.  So there they were talking some funny funny jargon which i dont understand. and I finally asked him what happened.
he said. the little dude is lost. lost his auntie and uncle in the shopping complex( like i didnt know. was like hoping for some phone number or some crap which i could call or do) Then i asked him to ask him for a phone number.
so apparently the little dude dont know his own phone number. I mean. wtf? you dont go leaving your kid around in the shopping complex and getting him lost and shiet without even like putting a dog tag on him or something like where i could return him kinda information. maybe his auntie and uncle wanted him to lost him. at that time i was thinking its another case of those unwanted child.
 but nevermind la. was walking around mid valley looking for some information counter as I do not feel like being the guardian/ single parent at this particular time of my life to a nigga wannabe yo. P As I was walking around franticly looking left,  right. center and back.
up down. under over( you get the idea) the kid suddenly stopped crying. then i saw these couple infront of me around 50m. he smiled with utmost pleasure.
as if mount kinabalu has finally been sucked up in some crazy ass tornado and coincidently crashed into lishas( the bad shaped hoes)  house killing all the stupid and ugly genes and making sure thats the end of the mongoloid + spastic +  irritating +  ugly +
 mutated mashimaro genes. If there's such a word to describe something like that. I'm sure it would be called lisha.  okok. sidetracked abit for awhile. lets get back to the main story.
the kid just let go off my hand and ran towards the couple. they were like hugging him and patting his head and all. they looked relieved. and then they just held him and walked off. wtf? they didnt even look at me.
wtf is this yo. I mean. I wasted my chance to be the 'mahai. tiu 9 lei' champ because of your kid and you just fucking walk off on me? its not the 1 buck in the machine yo. it was like my winning spree they fucking broke.
and not even a drop of appreciation? geez.  but oh well. look at the bright side. atleast I didnt have to take the little tyke to the police station and fill up some report or stuff bout where i found him and stuff like that. so it was all good.
 After that had some super cun japanese buffet in saisaki cause my colleague lester is leaving the company. and it was all good. anyways lester. good luck in your new job yo.
