Those were the days...
It has been quite a while now since my last post…(about 6 months??..)..
hey..like I said..”busy ma…”.. = TRUE
and like my housemates said..“cavemen waiting for civilization..” = FALSE
anyway..a little different about this blog as it has nothing to do with my housemates. This is one of my many deprived teenage stories that I find it interesting to share. All these long lost stories came back several days ago during a usual “yam cha” session with my gangs, you know who you are, and for those who don’t, they are as below:
William “the lembu”
Bee “the tallest guy”
and others not mentioned as this blog only relates to the above 2 and myself.
As usual, the few of us, sitting around the café, smoking, drinking (teas and beers), surfing the internet (mostly checking on football odds and betting), checking out friendster and start criticizing other people’s photo (for those who know us, you know how we “criticize”. Yeah…we have a bad mouth but we’re all a bunch of good-hearted charming gentlemen….)
….
…
….
…
No..seriously…we are good-hearted charming gentlemen..
…
…
really…
…
..
anyway…
…
the session started with a some decent talks and as usual..
William: eh..where’s Wai Kin (WK)??
Manson: dunno leh…bee never call meh?
Bee: fuck dude…I forgot..call him and see wanna come out yam cha or not..
It was 10++ pm – close to 11 (I think) and its raining..
William: (calling WK)..oi…apa buat..come to Subang yam cha la..
WK: *mumble..mumble..*
William: haiyah…wussy la..okla..(click *call ended*)
William: the fella say very far and raining and late already wo.. wussy la..
Bee & Manson: yeah…wussy!
William: eh..call Danny also la..
Bee: call la..call la..(busy betting)
William: (calling Danny)..
* just a quick intro on Danny. The outlook of this dude looks like some Japanese (run-dog, sell-country-theif = Direct translation to Cantonese please) male porn star but of coz we know he’s not of those qualities…not even near…but from his outlook you can see that this guy is rugged, not too bad looking, heavily tattoed body, pierced here and there..WOW…macho huh??...that’s what I thought BUT…
William: Danny…kat mana…come out yam cha now..subang..ss15..we’re all here..
Danny: aiyohh…now only you call me ar?...
William: yala..still early mar..come la..
Danny: bro..i just put on my mask la…
William: ……
Danny: hang on dude…let me put on speaker mode…just got fresh cucumber covered on my eyes..
William:……
Bee:……
Me: ……..
Danny:…ahhhh…..refreshing and rejuvenating..hmmm…nice…ok..like I said..i can’t…
William: …(*click…call ended*)
William: we just lost a friend on a tragic incident…
Bee: ….lord safe his soul..
Me: …..as he walk to the valley of the shadow of death…he shall fear no cucumbers…
Anyway…the session carries on with the usual “cock talking, song singing”… and out of the blue, the memories of our *After School Activities* comes back into our mind…the all time favorite “RM4.99” story…
It was back in 1994-5. yeah…10+ years ago…where we’re only Form 3-4 and where a McD’s value meal only cost approximately RM 4.99. Wow … I know…dirt cheap right?
I still remember then…there wasn’t much choice of meals offered:
Big Mac mealMcChicken meal
Fillet-O-Fish meal
Double Cheeseburger meal
That’s all as far as I can recall.
During then, Bee stay in USJ 2, William and I live in SS18. We always meet on the same bus to Subang Parade (it was happening then ok?..Pyramid is still an empty mining pond).
How did we manage to get into the same bus?...soon…
Usually our Subang Parade – value meal project, code name “4.99” occur on Friday as school finish early.
First off, the normal routine in school:
Class >> Class >> peeping >> sleeping >> paper planes >> oogies (just google “oggies” for more info) >> light exercise which includes pulling-the-bra-strap-of-the-girl-in-front-of-you-way-4-5-inches-back-and-let-go 500 meter sprint >> recess activities which includes hitting-your-friend-real-hard-at-the-back-and-run-like-hell round the school in 45 seconds sprint, telling girls dirty jokes, chopping, catching, impressing girls with your FIVE STONE skills after long hours of “in-house un-disclosed” *FIVE STONE* training and so much more.
*riiinnnggggg…..*
school’s over and as usual, loafing around the school gate is compulsory.
William: so so…what to do later?
Bee: dunno lehh
Me: yala..what to do ar?
William: Subang Parade lar..!!..
Bee and Me: JOM!!!...
Together: CUuuuuuuuUuUuuunnNnNNnnn.....
*somehow, every week (Friday especially) we ask the same question and ended up in the same place – Subang Parade, McDonald’s.
Now back to the question on how we manage to get into the same bus? Here it goes:
Once the time to go Subang Parade is confirmed, Bee (being the one staying furthest among us) would call either me or William to let us know that he’s coming out from the house to the bus stop.
Either William or I will inform with each other (depending who Bee calls). William and I would then proceed to the nearest bus stop to wait for the bus that Bee would be in. Timing is crucial here as we could miss or ended up early to Subang Parade before Bee does.
So far, we always ended up in the same bus as Ah Bee would stand near the door to signal us. We know he will not be in the bus if he’s not standing by the door and we will just wait for the next bus.
and THIS is HOW we manage to meet each other on the same bus..
*HIGH FIVE..*
1st Activity:
Once we’re there, the very first stop: McD’s – 4.99 value meal.
- One burger
- One large fries
- One large Coke
Satisfying!!
2nd Activity:
What other than playing “catching” in Subang Parade?!...classic…
Location:
1) Subang Parade itself
2) Toys R’ Us
3rd Activity
Sword fighting in Toys R’ Us.
After intensive of catching and chasing each other, nothing is more relaxing than some ”sword fighting” via baseball bats. You know how toys r’ us used to sell baseball bats ranging from those metal ones, wood, plastic with assorted sizes. Each of us would choose a piece – usually plastic as it is more quiet compare to wood or metal ones and of coz..less painful
“draw your swords…begin…”…the competition would last until some Toys R’ Us personnel walk by or caught our action via CCTV and would warn us.
Finale:
Ok now that we cannot conclude who’s the real sword master..let’s go home la…almost time for dinner lo…
Usually, we will walk all the way from Subang Parade back to our home as to wait for a bus will take a million years..
Bee would normally join us too. Half way down the road –
PIT STOP: what else but cendol and rojak – For those who stay in Subang would know this Cendol and Rojak stall in SS15. I dunno what makes this rojak stall so famous. Every fucking day, ppl line up in hot sun, fucking hot like 40 degrees hell burning HOT!!..Ppl still line up. Under any whether conditions, still..ppl would line up…I’m not talking about a queue of 5 or 6 but like 15 to 20!!!...
It was reported that some of their customer’s were blown away during a heavy down pour in Subang once.
Casualties = 6, Missing = 2, Other = got their Rojak..
Anyway, we were there lining up too..
Me: eh..dinner soon la..cendol enuff la…ONE CENDOL pls..
Bee: yala….One for me too..
William: aiseh…one where got enuff lar..BOSS…DUA KASI….BESAR..TAMBAH PULUT…
*sluurrrpppp……* ahhhh…*burp..* nice…
the journey continues…
William: dude…wait….fuck man..i dun feel good la..(already squatting down next to the drain..)
Bee: must be the TWO CENDOL BESAR la…serves u right..
William: feel like puking lehh…*buurrppp..*..shit…
Me: HAHAHHHA>>.
Bee: HAHAHAHAH..
Me: eh how la..faster la…dinner starting dee la…how you fe…(before I could finish my sentence..)
William: *YYaaaaAaaAakKkkKkkk….* = all the green cendols, the “jagungs”, the red beans, and some pulut (RICE) gushing out from his throat and some from the nostril with some greenish-half digested-worm-look-alike-cendol hangin’ there.…
Bee and Me: FUCK…!!!...HAHAHAHAHAHH,..
William: hahahahhaha…..ohhh…oooo…* YyaaaAaAaAkkkKkkKkk….*
After some intense vomiting, the journey continues…
First to go off..me..
Second, William
and Third, Bee.
He will take a bus home as his house is getting too far for his feet..
This is only the beginning of our journey..
Stay Tune for “Friday Night Outing”..
Till next blog, this is “the-no-longer-caveman Caveman” signing off..
hey..like I said..”busy ma…”.. = TRUE
and like my housemates said..“cavemen waiting for civilization..” = FALSE
anyway..a little different about this blog as it has nothing to do with my housemates. This is one of my many deprived teenage stories that I find it interesting to share. All these long lost stories came back several days ago during a usual “yam cha” session with my gangs, you know who you are, and for those who don’t, they are as below:
William “the lembu”
Bee “the tallest guy”
and others not mentioned as this blog only relates to the above 2 and myself.
As usual, the few of us, sitting around the café, smoking, drinking (teas and beers), surfing the internet (mostly checking on football odds and betting), checking out friendster and start criticizing other people’s photo (for those who know us, you know how we “criticize”. Yeah…we have a bad mouth but we’re all a bunch of good-hearted charming gentlemen….)
….
…
….
…
No..seriously…we are good-hearted charming gentlemen..
…
…
really…
…
..
anyway…
…
the session started with a some decent talks and as usual..
William: eh..where’s Wai Kin (WK)??
Manson: dunno leh…bee never call meh?
Bee: fuck dude…I forgot..call him and see wanna come out yam cha or not..
It was 10++ pm – close to 11 (I think) and its raining..
William: (calling WK)..oi…apa buat..come to Subang yam cha la..
WK: *mumble..mumble..*
William: haiyah…wussy la..okla..(click *call ended*)
William: the fella say very far and raining and late already wo.. wussy la..
Bee & Manson: yeah…wussy!
William: eh..call Danny also la..
Bee: call la..call la..(busy betting)
William: (calling Danny)..
* just a quick intro on Danny. The outlook of this dude looks like some Japanese (run-dog, sell-country-theif = Direct translation to Cantonese please) male porn star but of coz we know he’s not of those qualities…not even near…but from his outlook you can see that this guy is rugged, not too bad looking, heavily tattoed body, pierced here and there..WOW…macho huh??...that’s what I thought BUT…
William: Danny…kat mana…come out yam cha now..subang..ss15..we’re all here..
Danny: aiyohh…now only you call me ar?...
William: yala..still early mar..come la..
Danny: bro..i just put on my mask la…
William: ……
Danny: hang on dude…let me put on speaker mode…just got fresh cucumber covered on my eyes..
William:……
Bee:……
Me: ……..
Danny:…ahhhh…..refreshing and rejuvenating..hmmm…nice…ok..like I said..i can’t…
William: …(*click…call ended*)
William: we just lost a friend on a tragic incident…
Bee: ….lord safe his soul..
Me: …..as he walk to the valley of the shadow of death…he shall fear no cucumbers…
Anyway…the session carries on with the usual “cock talking, song singing”… and out of the blue, the memories of our *After School Activities* comes back into our mind…the all time favorite “RM4.99” story…
It was back in 1994-5. yeah…10+ years ago…where we’re only Form 3-4 and where a McD’s value meal only cost approximately RM 4.99. Wow … I know…dirt cheap right?
I still remember then…there wasn’t much choice of meals offered:
Big Mac mealMcChicken meal
Fillet-O-Fish meal
Double Cheeseburger meal
That’s all as far as I can recall.
During then, Bee stay in USJ 2, William and I live in SS18. We always meet on the same bus to Subang Parade (it was happening then ok?..Pyramid is still an empty mining pond).
How did we manage to get into the same bus?...soon…
Usually our Subang Parade – value meal project, code name “4.99” occur on Friday as school finish early.
First off, the normal routine in school:
Class >> Class >> peeping >> sleeping >> paper planes >> oogies (just google “oggies” for more info) >> light exercise which includes pulling-the-bra-strap-of-the-girl-in-front-of-you-way-4-5-inches-back-and-let-go 500 meter sprint >> recess activities which includes hitting-your-friend-real-hard-at-the-back-and-run-like-hell round the school in 45 seconds sprint, telling girls dirty jokes, chopping, catching, impressing girls with your FIVE STONE skills after long hours of “in-house un-disclosed” *FIVE STONE* training and so much more.
*riiinnnggggg…..*
school’s over and as usual, loafing around the school gate is compulsory.
William: so so…what to do later?
Bee: dunno lehh
Me: yala..what to do ar?
William: Subang Parade lar..!!..
Bee and Me: JOM!!!...
Together: CUuuuuuuuUuUuuunnNnNNnnn.....
*somehow, every week (Friday especially) we ask the same question and ended up in the same place – Subang Parade, McDonald’s.
Now back to the question on how we manage to get into the same bus? Here it goes:
Once the time to go Subang Parade is confirmed, Bee (being the one staying furthest among us) would call either me or William to let us know that he’s coming out from the house to the bus stop.
Either William or I will inform with each other (depending who Bee calls). William and I would then proceed to the nearest bus stop to wait for the bus that Bee would be in. Timing is crucial here as we could miss or ended up early to Subang Parade before Bee does.
So far, we always ended up in the same bus as Ah Bee would stand near the door to signal us. We know he will not be in the bus if he’s not standing by the door and we will just wait for the next bus.
and THIS is HOW we manage to meet each other on the same bus..
*HIGH FIVE..*
1st Activity:
Once we’re there, the very first stop: McD’s – 4.99 value meal.
- One burger
- One large fries
- One large Coke
Satisfying!!
2nd Activity:
What other than playing “catching” in Subang Parade?!...classic…
Location:
1) Subang Parade itself
2) Toys R’ Us
3rd Activity
Sword fighting in Toys R’ Us.
After intensive of catching and chasing each other, nothing is more relaxing than some ”sword fighting” via baseball bats. You know how toys r’ us used to sell baseball bats ranging from those metal ones, wood, plastic with assorted sizes. Each of us would choose a piece – usually plastic as it is more quiet compare to wood or metal ones and of coz..less painful
“draw your swords…begin…”…the competition would last until some Toys R’ Us personnel walk by or caught our action via CCTV and would warn us.
Finale:
Ok now that we cannot conclude who’s the real sword master..let’s go home la…almost time for dinner lo…
Usually, we will walk all the way from Subang Parade back to our home as to wait for a bus will take a million years..
Bee would normally join us too. Half way down the road –
PIT STOP: what else but cendol and rojak – For those who stay in Subang would know this Cendol and Rojak stall in SS15. I dunno what makes this rojak stall so famous. Every fucking day, ppl line up in hot sun, fucking hot like 40 degrees hell burning HOT!!..Ppl still line up. Under any whether conditions, still..ppl would line up…I’m not talking about a queue of 5 or 6 but like 15 to 20!!!...
It was reported that some of their customer’s were blown away during a heavy down pour in Subang once.
Casualties = 6, Missing = 2, Other = got their Rojak..
Anyway, we were there lining up too..
Me: eh..dinner soon la..cendol enuff la…ONE CENDOL pls..
Bee: yala….One for me too..
William: aiseh…one where got enuff lar..BOSS…DUA KASI….BESAR..TAMBAH PULUT…
*sluurrrpppp……* ahhhh…*burp..* nice…
the journey continues…
William: dude…wait….fuck man..i dun feel good la..(already squatting down next to the drain..)
Bee: must be the TWO CENDOL BESAR la…serves u right..
William: feel like puking lehh…*buurrppp..*..shit…
Me: HAHAHHHA>>.
Bee: HAHAHAHAH..
Me: eh how la..faster la…dinner starting dee la…how you fe…(before I could finish my sentence..)
William: *YYaaaaAaaAakKkkKkkk….* = all the green cendols, the “jagungs”, the red beans, and some pulut (RICE) gushing out from his throat and some from the nostril with some greenish-half digested-worm-look-alike-cendol hangin’ there.…
Bee and Me: FUCK…!!!...HAHAHAHAHAHH,..
William: hahahahhaha…..ohhh…oooo…* YyaaaAaAaAkkkKkkKkk….*
After some intense vomiting, the journey continues…
First to go off..me..
Second, William
and Third, Bee.
He will take a bus home as his house is getting too far for his feet..
This is only the beginning of our journey..
Stay Tune for “Friday Night Outing”..
Till next blog, this is “the-no-longer-caveman Caveman” signing off..
