Crayons and ice-cream.

Every 5 minutes or so, the teacher would go the school PA system and announce this…

“LAST CALL! Super cheap! Come get your crayons form ridiculously low prices! Come come…only while stocks last.”

And every time she went on air, we would all steal cynical looks at each other, making funny eyebrow movements and all… As if talking silently among us. “What the hell? what the fuck? How to sell?..Still left a whole truck!?” Apparently the crazy teacher ordered a whole truck worth of crayons, water colors and colored pencils to be sold to exactly 1098 primary school students of the school.

48-Sticks Crayon Set = RM9.80
12-Sticks Crayon Set = RM3.80
24-Bottles Water Color Set = Rm 7.80
12-Bottles Water Color Set = Rm 6.80
48-Colored Pencils = RM 12.70
8-Colored Pencils = RM 3.80

And if anybody were to purchase over RM3.50, they would get a free parking rebate for the entire day. And if anybody were to ask for a discount, no matter how big or small, we would have to grant it.

Weird thing is, the stuffs were already being sold at cost price – no profit. On top of that, we gave discounts and free parking. And since it was a charity event, all proceeds (if any) will go to them. I was kept busy the whole time, packing and issuing parking receipt and then suddenly the ice-cream van came.

As it got closer and closer, it got louder and louder. Until it was unbearable anymore, it woke me up. J had called…

Rupa-rupanya, it was just a dream.

Shit…

Hit right divider, then the left railing before hitting the right divider again…

Fofesional

Ini best punya post.

Just only got my hair cut – at a shop next door. Have been passing through this shop for many years but never really occurred to me to actually walk in and support them. I always thought their name is special, their flooring is special, woody-woody warm-warm feelings and all. Becoz beginning tomorrow and for the next few days, will be at KL kai-kai and sebagainya. Therefore, had to plan my day super efficiently as to squeeze as many errands as possible into my last few hours. So this shop being near and on-the-way, got to cut my hair la. RM22.

Anyway, my theory is very simple. Any normal man, those without something-wrong one, won’t become a barber. Either must be gay, pondan or transvestite OR… Indian. But not to say Indian is something wrong. But I was generalizing. Coz I’m chinese ma… so I was speaking from the chinese-race point of view. Not to say I’m racist or what, but just being stereotypical, dengan izin. Just like how chinese-owned doggies will bark and all Indians. And how Indian dogs in Bengalulu will bark at chinese ladies. This piece of info I got from my sis – who just got back from that little town in India.

So, chinese + barber = something wrong. Indian + barber = normal. Anyone dare challenge this theory, find me a proof. Show me if your argument is stronger than mine. Just look at how many Indian barbers got misai? In fact allmost all. And they all look so macho and fierce. Ask yourself, given the choice, which barber would you rather fight? Gayish chinese or the mister-potato-looking Indian barbers. Come come gay anytime.

Anyway, back to the barbershop. Haizz… Don’t like to go new shops coz I don’t want to be asked a very hard question. “Fofesional, see-near or stolen?” To which I always answer.. “errr…” while silently, trying very hard in convincing myself inside that my head/hairstyle doesn’t need a fofesional nor a see-near. Stolen enough – cut short-short all around, slopes at the side. But somehow, the extreme howlianess, kiasuness and aibiness inside of me, always end myself with the most expensive option.

But then today hor, I wasn’t asked. So no need answer.

So came this frail looking guy. Didn’t get his name nor did he introduced himself. So let’s call him Duck Liver, in short, DL. DL and me really no feel. And DL himself really no skill. In the short session we had together, he managed to drop the scissors, drop the comb and tangled my leg with the hair dryer cord. I kid you not.