acceptable advice and stuff off my chest

a fren of mine, mr H asked me why i didnt listen to him when it came to movies, films, tv series etc. i just smiled and kept quiet.he stated this when i told him i actually enjoyed 24 season 5. i wanted to tell him straight in the face the reasons why, but held back as the-legandary-three was enjoying a candid moment of chatting and i did not want to ruin the nice sombre mood by telling him in detail that he wasn’t always right.  i’ve always readily accepted his advice before (circa late 1993-2001) but that ended after/during the LOCO years of mid 2001 to early 2006.  i do not like the theme of women sleeping around (DH, G’s A, that shitty clive owen-julia roberts-jude law- natalie portman movie) and the thought that its OK to do so. Mr H apparently likes it a lot. his choices were appalling to me and i promised myself i’d never get suckered by his taste of films again unless by some “snowflake in hell chance” someone i know tells me to watch it. 24 got lucky.

thinking back, it seems i have been a very agreeable person. back in the rented-bangi-house-years, i had known this arse from hell nicknamed saz who was a tiny, weakling ,spoilt brat who had the ego and selfishness the size of Jupiter with all the rings combined. this arse made it a point to exhibit a sense of superiority when ever the guys gathered around.  and since i was the quiet one laughing at peoples jokes and goofing off at the favorite gerai called “siam”. he made it a point to show how great a guy he is by belittling me and making me the end of the joke.what an arse. well, i didn’t really care what he said, but in a way it seems by tolerating his utterly stupid remarks, he (as Hanibal would say..) “betul-betul naik lemak”. during the end of the bangi-rented-years, i finally said to myself  ”the little shit is not going home happy., fuck what he thinks.” this is relevant to the fact that in future ,if there was a conversation , i’d make myself win, i’d debate and fight till the end. he would pull his classic shit-sour face ( that only his mother could love…) and drive home annoyed, irritated and hopefully angry. i remember a funny episode when me , hanibal and him were at “siam”.  he was boasting/actually comparing himself and me for the attention of the Desolate-Finance-Girl ( some girl i chased after in the final years at uni) and stating how he deserves her and he’s the man for her and all that bollocks.yup, total bollocks. i did not take this lying down. i told him of his apparent weakness, his fear of vegetables and his lack of balls to actually talk to the girl (it seems he was trying to leech every girl i knew) or any girl for that matter. he could not fight back due to lack of balls and rebelled by walking all the way the rented house ( “siam” was very near the rented Bangi house). my only regret that night was i did not have dinner at bangsar or uptown that night… i would have loved to see that idiot try to leg the 60+ journey back to bangi.

those days were fun.