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I know it’s them, cos I don’t bring any of my office stationery home.

I have already lost a really good eraser, a UHU stic glue, a penknife, my favourite highlighter, and countless pens.

Gah.

STOP STEALING MY STUFF!

Couldn’t get tickets to watch it even though it’s been in the cinemas for 2 weeks+.
We called to book the tickets and they were sold out as well.

walao. force me to support piracy.

I was playing basketball yesterday and the person guarding me accidentally clawed my eye.
We were both trying to get a rebound (i got the ball) and he swung his arm on the way down and scratched my right eye.

It hurt, but the pain went away after a while.

Problem is, when i was in the bathroom taking a shower, i looked in the mirror and saw that i had a thin maroon cut right along the bottom of my eyelid.

And it now looks like i have some eyeliner on one eye.

Dammit.

I seem to have less control of my tear-ducts recently.

Three days in a row my tears spilled out of my eyes.
One time on the bus some more.

WHY:
Day 1: The Weepies - The World Spins Madly On/Across the Universe/other sad youTube videos.
Day 2: The Rescue - Nicholas Sparks. The middle to the end was damn sad
Day 3: The Time Traveler’s Wife

Damn it.

Need to stay away from tear-jerking and heart-tugging stuff.

warning: may contain minor spoilers

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I didn’t really like it.

did you?
Before u crucify me, hear me out.

WHY I DIDN’T LIKE IT

1. I sat the 5th row from the screen.
I was too close to the action. Granted, Mikaela was right in my face and looked like she was waiting for me to say ‘I love you’, and the college girl/transformer’s butt/blue panties were pointed toward me before she jumped on Sam.
But the giant vacuum cleaner robot’s metal scrotum was also in my face, and the fighting hurt my eyes.

2. There was too much fighting
seriously. It was really awesome for the first hour. But then there was too many robots all the time. The slow motion scenes were great, but the high-speed clanking around really got old for me. Again, this might be because of reason#1 (read above)

3. They overplayed Mikaela
I swear. I like her so much. But in this movie..Riding on her success too much? It made her look like a tool. Whoring her up. Some scenes were okay, but after awhile it was all slow motion bouncing boobs and zooming into her body. I dunno, it just sorta cheapens her. Not cool.

4. Very weak plot
The first movie had a more convincing storyline. The second one sounds weakly conjured up, with a Matrix and his brain having a map and “you can’t find the Matrix, you have to EARN it.” God. sounds like the story was written by a 10 year old. And like the storyline was shoved in between action scenes just for the sake of having a plot there.

5. I cannot understand what the Autobots are saying
Except for Optimus Prime, who actually talks coherently. The rest of them mumble, gurgle, and rush through their words WHILE other sounds creak and groan. I could only understand bumblebee in one scene, where everything was quiet.

6. It wasn’t funny
at least not as funny as the first one. The first one had some sort of charm, and to me, the second one didn’t. Some parts were downright lame, and I really felt like walking out of the cinema whenever the two robots (the twins) were on-screen. They annoyed the hell out of me and i can’t believe that was supposed to be some form of humor.

okay, to be fair:

WHY I LIKED IT
1. The action scenes/robot designs were beautiful
The slow motion fight scenes were awesome. The fast-moving ones made my head spin too much. The size of the robots and the detail were breath-taking. Kudos to the design/CGI team.

2. Mikaela
She’s out-of-this-world hot. She made me all-spark, got me all witwicky.

3. Optimus Prime was cool
He was better in this movie. True story.

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Did YOU like it?
Better than the first?
tell me why.

This happened in Johor Bahru. Permas Jaya.

Today.

It should not have been different from any other day. Mundane and repetitive, the agenda was the precise same. It was only 6:45am, so getting ready for work was still a good hour away, and i was blinking at my computer screen, eyes still heavy.
Sipping hot rose tea and surfing sleepily through the net, i jolted when my mum rapped frantically on my room door, yelling in a panicked, shaky voice.

“JUSTIN! Come quickly!! Someone is robbing papa!!!”

I flinched. what?

I yanked my door open and raced down the stairs, two steps at a time. My mum and my sister followed close behind. My mom was holding a broom. The situation was so  real and yet unbelievably ridiculous. I ran out my front door and went out, and saw them.

There were four of them.
Two of them were on a motorbike behind my father’s white Iswara. 1 was on another bike on the far side. And one more was in front. I ran towards them, yelling. “WOI!” They turned to look at me. I opened my gate, bracing myself for whatever was going to happen in the next few minutes.

My dad was sitting in the car.
One side of his face was covered in blood. I froze. His neck and shoulder too. His driver-side window was smashed. Blood and glass everywhere. My dad’s white shirt was now maroon.
I looked at the bikes for half a second, but didn’t bother to remember the numbers - something about fake number-plates had flashed across my memory - i’d read it in the papers a few days ago. “The Johor Bahru robbers who hammered car windows”. Goodness. We were a current victim.

The man with the knife saw me coming towards him, and lifted his knife at me. He took a step towards me, shouting something incomprehensible. I think he was daring me to walk forward.

Before anything else could happen, his accomplice on the bike called at him, asking him to go. He scrambled onto the motorbike and they all sped off.

My dad was in shock. He sad there bleeding and breathing heavily. My mother and sister quickly rushed to his side, helping out of the car and carefully avoiding the glass which was everywhere. A lady who was next door slowly walked out, clearly shaken and looking quite regretful for not being able to do anything to help.

My dad’s face and neck had been cut by the shrapnel when the man broke the window. My dad shuffled into the house, dripping blood everywhere. We quickly went into the house to call 999.
A lady picked up. She calmly asked if the robbers were still there. They weren’t, of course. And so it wasn’t really an “emergency”. She said they would send over a patrol car as soon as possible.

We fussed around our dad, trying to calm him down. I was getting angrier by the minute.

This is what actually happened.

It was a holiday for my dad, and he had gotten into the car to go for a golf game. The car was parked just outside our house, as usual. When he got in, he locked the car and was about to start the engine, when he heard the bikes. Appearing out of nowhere (around the corner, my dad later said), the four men all had parangs (machettes), their faces hidden by motorbike helmets.

One man (the one who later held a knife at me) got off the bike and smashed my dad’s window with a hammer. He then produced a parang and held it to my dad’s throat. Yelling, (trying to scare my dad) he asked my dad to hand over his wallet. (My mom had heard these shouts coming from outside. That’s when she got us)

My dad calmly said he would, and reached for his pocket to get it. Another man took my father’s bag from the passenger side.  My dad’s face and neck were already bleeding from the glass. My dad asked him to take all the cash but return his I.C. and license, but the man ignored him.

That was about when the three of us rushed out of the house. They sped off on their bike, leaving us in shock and disarray. The whole robbery happened in less than 1 minute.

The police took about 30mins to get to the scene. And between that time neighbours from around began to come over to ask what had happened, and offer their oh-so-valuable two cents. Where the hell were they when my father was held at knife-point.

Thank God my dad only suffered minor cuts from the glass (none went into his eyes). But there was quite alot of blood. The police took pictures of the car, and a statement from my dad and a “witness” who had appeared from nowhere - For crying out loud i didn’t even see that man anywhere earlier.

But my dad was safe. That was the only thing that really mattered.

I was supremely pissed. And now, in retrospect, I hate how I couldn’t do anything because there were four of them and all armed and crazy. I hate how I didn’t have a metal baseball bat and enough adrenaline to just bash all their heads in. THEY HURT MY DAD. And i couldn’t do anything to them. GOD, the injustice.

I mean. Go earn an honest freakkking living and DON’T ROB AN OLD GUY ON HIS WAY TO GOLF YOU BASTARDS.

But.

The amazing thing was how my dad had removed all his ATM cards, credit cards, and excess cash from his wallet before leaving the house. Therefore, the robbers had left with the measly sum of RM180.

Remember the bag they took from the passenger seat?
Filled with my dad’s clothes. suck on that bitches.

The CID also came to our house later on, taking more photos. They talked to my dad and said that if they ever caught the four robbers that all of us might have to come in to help identify them.

I hope the police catch them before they rob anyone else.
Please, whoever’s reading this. Be careful and always aware. Alert. Don’t carry too much cash around and don’t be alone in a secluded place if you can help it. It helps to have people around.

They are part of a gang who ride around looking for opportunities. They smash your car window with a hammer and threaten you with parangs. There’s little you can do unless you have 3-4 people to back you up. If that is so they wouldn’t even rob you in the first place.

and i hope those bastards get caught or get bashed up and crippled for life.

CHAIN LETTERS DONT WORK
CHAIN LETTERS DONT WORK
CHAIN LETTERS DONT WORK
CHAIN LETTERS DONT WORK.

They don’t.

I am LIVING PROOF.

I have NEVER once forwarded a chain letter/mail/SMS but i have NEVER experienced the following threats/rewards:

1. Been killed in a horrible painful car accident.
2. Visited by a ghost of a little girl crying tears of blood.
3. “ignored by your crush forever!!! she will marry your brother!!!”
4. “get 99999999 years of bad luck!”
5. “receive a phone call tonight at 12am from your crush, telling you she loves you!”
6. (and other similar threats of stupidity teenagers can conjure up)

gaggggg.

SO STOP SENDING CHAIN LETTERS YOU ONLY MAKE YOURSELF LOOK STUPID.

Better to be safe than sorry, you say?

SHUT UP.

Better to have a brain.
and use it.

Am I?

Do i look like a thug? Or a Snatch-thief/robber?

or a Criminal?

See, cos I’ve been walking alot recently. From my workplace to the bus stop, from the bus stop to my house, and vice versa.
And whenever i happen to walk near a woman/oldlady/schoolgirl with a purse/handbag/backpack, they clutch their item close to them and give me a “don’t-rob-me-please” look.

Damn insulting can.

Some friends who know me say i look angry and ticked all the time, when im in neutral day-to-day mode. It’s just the way my face is set, i guess.

Or maybe i walk too fast,
and i actually look like i want to snatch their dumb bag.

One day I’m gonna just stare straight at them and yell “IM NOT GONNA STEAL YOUR BAG DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.”

>:D

and watch them scurry away.

It sucks that i just discovered the punch-card machine at my workplace records the time u punch in as black if you’re early and red if you come in past 9ooAM.

my records show:
Monday: 9:02
Tuesday: 8:57
Wednesday: 9:10
Thursday: 9:03

last week i even had a 9:13 .

damn the public bus and its inconsistency.
i’m gonna have to leave waay earlier.
wanna make it all black.

i seriously hope it doesn’t somehow affect my salary.

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p/s: play mousehunt. now.

…far far away.

:(