A Bowl Of Water

I was eating at this Domino hut where I had to scrap out 20 bucks out of ma dusty jean pockets. The pizza was sized extra-large, wait, extra-extra kot. It was meant for 4 hungry stomachs but in this case, 3 je. 2 kurus, 1 berisi skeyt (me). 2 buncit, 1 x buncit (me). Pizza tuh potong 8. My first friend ate 2 slices. My second friend ate 1 and a half slices. I ate the rest. And since the set we ordered was for 4 peeps, we got 4 bowls of soup too. I gulped 2. So now, was the 20 bucks sayin' bye bye to me worth it? Dunno. You tell me.

Now this ends the introduction to the main topic I wanna debate here on my holy site.

Kitorang bertiga adalah makhluk yg tidak reti bersudu dan bergarfu semasa berpizza. Maka kitorang pon, "Guna tangan sudeyh," rite... Then, we need the sink to wash our hands rite. I let my friends to go off searching for the sink first. And it was a smart move indeed coz diorang sesat masa cari sink tuh sedangkan sink tuh just 4 steps on our right. If I went first, I'd prolly end up using the sink at the restaurant next door.

Then I had this flash in my mind. What if the sink bowls you use at restaurants are replaced by toilet bowls. No, no water taps, strictly just a white bowl with water. With a flush la of course (kejam sgt tuh kalau flush pon xde). Haa... imagine that. Kalau nak lagi best, imagine yourself eating at a restaurant and the toilet bowl was just a few steps from your table. Suddenly, ada la this one women who wants to wash her hands. Dia jalan straight pegi jamban tuh and dips her hand in the white bowl. Tapi time ni okay lagi coz air tuh masih air mutlak. Perempuan tuh chow, datang plak ini laki-laki. "Zraaap" bunyi zip disusuli bunyi air terjun. Hilang kemutlakan air itu... And you're in your seat eating your favourite meal with your ears hearing all that natural melody followed by that flushing sound constantly from time to time. Okay, okay. Maybe you're strong enough to block all that sound out of your mind coz tgh makan meal favourite kan. But once you're done dining, sure you'll wanna wash your hands rite. Muahaha... you stare at the white bowl. Suddenly, the other customers in that restaurant chant "dip! dip! dip! dip! dip! dip! dip!..."... Your heart beat gets faster. Your right hand is shaking. Your forehead is sweating. Fuck that, your whole shirt is already wet of sweat. You hear the toilet bowl join chanting sekali "dip! dip! dip! dip! dip! dip! dip!..."... And at this point, you burst and scream "aaaaaaarghhhhhhhh!!!"...

Tiba-tiba gelap macam orang padam lampu...

You faint.


You wake up five minutes later. You check your hand. And it's already clean. No food stains. No nothing. Straight clean. Dettol pon kalah. You put on a confused face. How could your hands be clean rite... Tiba-tiba this old women stepped up to you and said "I dipped your hand in the bowl to clean it while you fainted kiddo"...




Chalo Brah
S.A.

Huyo...

Taken from page miss piggy...

Wallaweeeeeeeeeeeh....

We're cooool.... Positive feedback tuh, signs of a bright future. Thanks L. Sorry aku conteng2 skeyt...





Chalo Brah
S.A.

Pen And Paper

Like damn, it's been ages since I last wrote a verse. Tried to come up with sumthin' today while bumpin' to Atmosphere's Always Coming Back Home To You. Dapat r tulis skeyt2 but still wack yaw. I guess after a few more scribbled verses, I'll be back on track and hopefully in the booth again.



And I think I need to fix that handwriting too. It looks like black noodles rite. Damn.




Chalo Brah
S.A.

It's That Time Again

Phew... Whut a sem it was... how crazy could it get with all that credit hour, wack tests, copy-pasted assignments, zero marks, nice lecturers, sexy lecturers, and so much more...

Fuck that.

Time to forget the lectures, lecturers, and the rector...
Throw em books away... Putcha tutu horns on...
For the rest, let the devil decide.

I'm back
S.A.