Confronting my devil

I am a sarcastic person. I would be overly sarcastic when I am pissed off. Believe me, you don’t want to be on the receiving end when I am in that mode. At that moment, I would forget all my manners. Generally I think I am quite a good mannered person and you seldom see me get angry over things. Yes, I am not that angry person as you imagine by reading stuffs written by me in this blog. I am actually a very easy going person, I love plants and animals, I hug trees.. hahaha!

I would not hesitate to say things I should not say even to people that I love and respect. I tend to say the meanest things when I am angry. Personally I think it is more less hurtful to be told off directly than sarcastically, so the things I would say at that time are more hurting. Most of the time, I regretted what I said after I cooled down and evaluated my actions. More than not, I swallowed my egotastical pride and  apologised.

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Short Story (Part 2)

Picking up from the place I left that day, this is the continuation for the short story.

Previously:

“So, just two of you in this?” Nub asked. “There are more, all the Form 1 co-op members, except AZ.” wider grin on Zaki’s face now. “Welcome to the club, Nub”, said the invisible voice behind Zaki’s head, audible only to Zaki. “Tell me more, I want to know the MO and who else in this”, Nub crossed his arms and getting ready to hear the revelations.

Chapter 2: Grab all you can

Nub was contemplating whether to join his new found club or just stick to his lone ranger modus operandi. Nobody knows he was stealing from the co-op all this while, but if he joins the club, he put himself at higher risk. You only need one idiot from the club to make a mistake and spill the beans on the others. Nub kept thinking, weighing the odds. At such a young age, Nub is remarkably smarter than his peers.

“Zaki, I want in”, Nub’s voice barely audible. Greed is a fat demon with a small mouth and whatever you feed it is never enough. Too bad Nub did not understand this. What a poor boy with a smart brain to let greed ruled his mind.

“Okay. You know, we actually wanted to ask you to join earlier. But we were wary of you, well some of the members,” Zaki was smiling now, happy that he recruited another minion for himself. “You are not the co-op member. How come you are in this?” Nub asked.

“Limas came to me with the plan. He told me the other co-op members are doing it. And they need somebody from the outside, those not a co-op member to be part of their plan. Me and Tin are the outsiders,” Zaki explained.

“What? Tin in this as well??” Nub could not help but to feel like an idiot, unaware of all these that were happening in front of his eyes. “Tell me the how you guys do it”, Nub probed further, although he already had a rough idea how they did it.

“It is simple. Like what you saw this morning between Limas and me. One of us will pretend to be a customer and make some orders. Make sure to order more than 1 item or it will look too obvious. Another one will be our co-op member inside, taking the order. The customer will give the co-op member some money as payment for the order.

This is where we get our money. The co-op member will take money from the cash machine and give it to the customer, make it looks like he is returning the balance. Normally he will give extra 10-20 ringgits. The customer can leave with the money and items he bought and come for 2nd time, 3rd time but do not make it so obvious.

We always do this during recess time, when there are many people in the co-op and we make sure more than one of our members are working inside the co-op. We seldom do it at night time because there are not many customers around.” Zaki looking at Nub, hoping his explanations make sense to Nub.

“Yes, more customers mean more money in the cash machine and more transactions on that day. So it is harder to trace whether the money we took actually stolen by people or because of the co-op members’ mistakes when doing the transactions. Great idea! So when should I start?” Nub could not contain his excitements. “Tomorrow. I will let the other members know you are now in our group tonight” said Zaki.

For few weeks after that the meeting at the bathroom, Nub, Limas, Zaki and other friends were living a comfortable life. Nub was becoming an important person in the group. The rest of the members listened to him a lot. The money they stole from the co-op they divided among themselves and everyone was new rich kid on the block. Nobody is aware of what is happening in the co-op, at least to Nub and gang. Living everyday without worrying what to eat for recess, lunch and dinner is definitely every hostel student’s dreams.

The food served to the hostel students is average at best. So, with the new found wealth, Nub and gang now seldom eat at the dining hall with other students but feast themselves at the canteen or went to the Nyonya’s stall outside the school to eat. They would only eat at the dining hall on Tuesday and Friday lunch when fried chicken and ayam masak merah were served to hostel students. Sometime if ayam masak kicap was on the menu on Wednesday dinner, Nub would go and eat for he loves it very much.

After living the life of rich and famous for nearly 2 months, Nub called a meeting with the members of the club. He was having bad dreams about him getting caught by the teachers stealing money from co-op and he was uneasy about the whole thing. Deep in heart, he knew he should stop before it is too late.

“I think we should stop doing what we are doing now. I do not feel good about this. We shall stop before it is too late. I really have bad feeling about continuing this. What do you guys think?” Nub was standing at the staircase, next to his classroom with the rest of the members standing or sitting nearby at the steps. It was lunch time. The rest of the students were not around. Hostel student were having their lunch at the dining hall and day-scholar students went back to their home.

“But we are making a lot of money. Nobody knows what is going on, why we should stop? I am saving some money to buy Maui T-shirts” Kel saying that, sheepishly. Kel had many Maui T-shirts in his wardrobe. No idea why he was so into the brand. Well, students at that time love to have Maui t-shirts, Grassman school pant, Dickies and Steeple Jack jeans. For them those are the ‘branded’ stuffs and if you wear it, you have style and class.

“I think we should stop too. The longer we do this, the bigger chance we get caught one day. We should pull out when we have the best chance to do so. Anyway we made enough for ourselves already, right? “ Zaki offered his opinion.

“Let put it this way. We all agree to stop doing this as a group after this meeting. This group is gone with the wind. If anyone wants to continue, he does it on his own risks. He cannot get the rest of us to help him. If he gets caught one day, he must shoulder it himself and never spill the beans on us. I personally no longer want to do this. I will stop doing this and I hope all of you stop too. So from now on we all on our own, agree?” Nub tried to put a clear message his friends.

“I am okay with that. I don’t feel good about this going on for a long time too. Anyone that wants to continue, do it on your own. Be sure to keep your mouth shut about the rest of us if something not good happened to you. That is all I asked“, said Limas, who was keeping quiet all this while doing his on thinking about what Nub just said.

“Agreed“, echoed the rest of the boys.

To be continued….

Next chapter: “Shocking Revelations and The Bust”

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High Friday! (Short Story – Part 1)

Prologue

The co-op was crowded with hungry students. Nub was standing nearby, behind Zaki thinking of what to eat. “Give me 2 curry puffs, 2 nasi lemak ayam and 2 cokes”, Nub heard Zaki barking his order to Limas. Then he saw Zaki gave Limas RM5 for the payment.

“What is with the funny smile on his face??” Nob couldn’t help but curiosity got into him. Silently he observed the drama happening in front of him. Limas took the money, turned and went to the cashier machine, put in the RM5 and extracted out 3 RM10 notes and some coins and gave it back to Zaki.

“What??!!!! Hey!! 2 curry puffs – RM0.40, 2 nasi lemak ayam – RM2.40 and 2 cokes – RM2.40, total RM5.20!!”

Nub was pretty sure he saw Zaki gave RM5 note to Limas. Something fishy is going on. “I must confront Zaki and Limas at the hostel later”, Nub reminded himself.

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Blogging in the jam

Location : Sunway toll plaza

Time : 6.45pm

I am writing this in my car, one hand on handphone keypad, another on the steering. Jam very bad at here, fark. Just don’t know how bad it is, I can’t stand the wait.. Arghh…

Continue from above (just reached home) Reached home.. Today, I’m not going to write anything particular, just random ramblings hehe.. Just now, 2 cars stalled in front of the toll plaza, that’s what caused the heavy jam.  And near Panasonic factory, few cars seems like involved in accident, stopped by the road side, quite a number of people standing there. I didn’t slow down to look, fark them, I wanted to be home fast! Get a shower, take my dinner… lazy-ing for the night yeah!!!!!

Cars on the left..

Cars in front..

Cars on the right…

Just read Cibol’s post for today. So he wrote about his MiRC days hehe.. I do have my share of experiences as well. I learn to type, to surf and to know things about compute and internet from my IRC days. Yeah, before IRC, I never touch computer in my life. Ah, I remember that when I was 14, hmm form 2 - a classmate brought me to his house and showed his computer to me. That was the first time I see a computer eheh. And you know what? The first thing I did on his computer was watching porno film. Bwahahaha..

Hey hey.. I didn’t know how to operate the thing back then, he was the one doing all the work and he was so excited to show me what his computer could do.. kakakakakaa! And my next encounter with computer – whenI was in form 4, 16 years old. Back in hometown, bored and nothing to do I walked into a shop thinking that it was a video game shop. ( I saw many people hanging outside the place)

Everyone in the cybercafe was chatting on MIRC, so I thought this things looked fun. So I sat down, staring at the monitor without a clue what to do haha! Looking at a guy sat next to me I asked him how to use the thing. He replied ‘Klik sia.. Konek (opss….. lol lol) dolok… baru boleh main’  (Click there, you must connect first then only can start using)

So I did what he said. And he pointed me to a channel. So I was chatting at this main channel, typing very very slow.. and the funny thing was, I wanted to find somebody to chat with, but I didn’t know how so I asked in the main channel and somebody replied ‘Just select the person you want to chat with lah’ Still.. I stucked for about half and hour at the main channel before I accidentally double clicked on a name. Oh!! Must double click the name!! Farker… explain lah properly.. how I supposed to know this thing need to click two times.

I know someone very special to me also through MIRC hihi…. oh this story next time I feel want to tell then I write la..

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