Thursday, January 5, 2012 @ 9:11 PM
I went to my first violin class just now without a freaking violin. I don't have a violin because my dad is too busy working to get me one and my mum won't even spare me RM10 for food. The teacher was so shocked when he saw me empty-handed. Damn embarrassing lah, okay. I promised him I'd get one by next week but mana tau my dad just told me we'll just buy a new one from my teacher because he recommended a brand to us before but nooo, daddy doesn't wanna buy one from him because HE WANTS TO SOURCE FOR A NEW ONE ON HIS OWN. What the shit. Then, when am I getting my violin? How am I supposed to practise at home? No need to graduate forever already lah, WTH.
I learnt a few super basic things like the terms of violin parts and how to hold the violin and the bow. I didn't know holding the bow required a certain technique. He lent me his violin first and taught me how to play the D string. I just kept playing that string over and over again but the sound produced is so... urgh. Rough. Disgusting. Ugly. Playing the violin is really hard - I mean, I knew it's hard but I didn't know it'll be this hard. No worries, though, I'll not be giving up so soon. After like about fifteen minutes, my forearm got really sore so I complained to my teacher. The first lesson and I'm already embarrassing myself. Congratulations, Ru Min, you're well on your way to failing.
I'm still unsure of the most suitable price to get a good violin but other than that, that's all for the violin part. Now for the shit part. I did mention I had some shit story to tell you, didn't I? So, after my violin class, my dad took me home immediately because he wanted to play tennis with my brother tonight. As promised, I walked Snoopy. This was the first time I'd walked him after sunset at around 8pm so I was kinda scared because it's already kinda dark.
I was on my way to the park when I saw a huge ceremony going on which was blocking the whole roadway so I decided to take a different route, instead. As I was strolling slowly and looking at the ginormous mansions around me, I felt Snoopy tugging on the leash so I turned around to look at him. My poor boy! He was all tangled up in the leash so I stopped in front of a corner house beside the park to untangle him. I patted his head after that and continued walking.
I haven't even taken two steps when I heard a man calling out, "Hello! Hello!" I turned around and squinted into the darkness. An almost bald man was glaring at me from inside the corner house and when he saw me looking at him, he shouted at me in Hokkien, "YOUR DOG PANG SAI (shit) ALREADY THEN DON'T KNOW HOW TO PICK UP, IS IT?" I was so shocked and, of course, scared to death because a STRANGER just yelled me like that. I stammered and said, "N-no, that's not my dog's sh-" "NOT YOUR DOG'S SHIT? I JUST SAW HIM SHITTING JUST NOW, NOT YOUR DOG'S SHIT! NO NEED TO LIE LAH!" he screamed. I blinked for a while before it occurred to me that he thought Snoopy was shitting when actually he was just sitting because I was untangling him.
Immediately, I got pissed because he didn't believe me but as calm as I could, I replied, "Uncle, my dog was just sitting there lah. I was untangling his leash." "SHIT ALREADY THEN JUST PICK UP LAH, STILL WANT TO TALK SO MUCH! HAVE SOME MANNERS, CAN OR NOT?" He continued to scold me in Hokkien and I was so glad that I don't really understand Hokkien because I bet he was screaming vulgarities at me and telling me how to behave. WTH, who does he think he is? Who's the one who should behave now, huh? So rich but with an attitude like this? Man, I pity his wife and children. I bet he's not even married. I bet he hates dogs. I bet he's foreveralone-ing at home with his 1001 cats. Fuhhh. Screw you, asshole. I hope more dogs will shit in front of your doorstep until you get locked inside forever. Go rot in your freaking bank account, derp.
Lazy to melayan people like him, I strutted off to the park with him showing me all kinds of finger signs that I don't even bother to comprehend. I like to protect myself from stupid people. Ask me to pick up someone else's shit? Purleez, don't dream. -_- On a side note, I'm still shaking from the fear of him chasing me with a parang. For a lunatic like him, it's possible. But even then, I'd rather be chopped into a million pieces than to pick up other people's shit. Just so you know, IDGAD. Go cry to yourself in a corner, loser. ==
The only good thing that happened to me today was I've just finished my BM homework after two months, yay. But I can't print out the whole damn assignment. FML lah. -_- My mood is so bad now because of that old hag. Screw him to the max for ruining my first post of 2012. Now, people are just gonna read my blog and think of me as a total asshole. Perfect.
And I'm starting to get hungry because I'm pissed. Shit. Anyway, I had this a few years back in my cousins' house. Most delicious cake I've ever had but I've never seen it being sold anywhere ever since. Joy to the world.
Self-control, Ru Min. Self-control.0 Hullabaloo(s) : contribute
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