Haiyoohh…i die lah, this time. Dunno when, dunno where, i went and offended some god. That’s why i am being punished. That’s why business so bad. No wonder lah. The Gods must be crazy angry.
My old lady dunno from where go and listen to some eight grandmother say there is a half god satying about 12 miles away. So on Sunday she went with them to ask him about why my business no good. That half god told her, i offended the gods liao! how come??!! My big mouth lah! Everytime people tell me they go ask god, i tell them "got true onooot? if so terror, i early early rich oredi lah" That’s how lah. I offended them. Woah!! how he know i got say like that hah? must really be half god lah.
So my old lady ask him to tolong me. He said ok. gave her a yellow paper with some red scribblings and some white powder. Then I must go and get some well water. Burn the paper and add the ashes inside together with the white powder. Then i must use the water and take my bath in the open sky. Deeeeeiii….. halooww… i’m staying in a terrace house ok. how to take my bath in the open? After my neighbour’s wife see oredi how? haiyah.. But old lady grumble grumble whole night, so this morning, before anyone woke up, i secretly took the holy bath. hmmm.. i’m feeling better oredi. now, tommorrow want to buy what number hah?
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So the World cup is reaching it’s climax. What a big relief. All my drinking kakis can talk normal again. All my blog kakis can blog normal again. I don’t need to hear people talking and blogging balls anymore. Hooray!!
I still haven’t come across anybody who has won any money in this World Cup. All those who betted tells me they lost money. They win one match and then they loose two. Sometimes they loose three in a row. Sometimes they win two and dump all their winnings in the third match only to loose everything back. In the end, the bookie who just sits and watch, wins. He takes home all the ‘water money’. Don’t ask me, I don’t know how they calculate, but sometimes he pockets about 800 ringgit per night. At times when big matches are on, he may pocket three time that amount. Hmm.. i must go learn this trade. Very damn 9 lucrative.
Dunno about other places, but people over here are gambling mad. They gamble at every given apportunity. During race days, the will concregate at the roadside mee stall and bet their forune away. The bookie would be hooked up to his agent at the race course and results comes in via his handphone real time. They can get so carried away that they will shout their throats hoarse and money change hands as though it is worthless paper.
And you should see them when someone passes away. Three days of rites means 2 nights of gambling. From ‘pai kau’ to ‘yee ha hai’, women and men crushed together to place their bets. The best part is when the police raids them. You get to see many a funny moment when they start running everywhere like mad chickens. 1 hour after that, they are back again! As though nothing happened. Come the next day, the husband will be shouting at his wife. She had lost all of the month’s vegetable money.
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