Rant & Raves

I just came back from a trip from Southern Malaysia recently. While I was driving down South, I stopped by a PLUS rest area near Seremban (South Bound).

I drank a lot of water before the trip and my bladder was at the blink of exploding. The rest area was just nearby so I sped to it, stopped the car to a halt, and jumped out the car with lightning speed just so I can release the waste water from my bladder.

On my dashing to the washroom, I almost bumped into a small guy. Nope, I wasn’t talking about a kid, but an adult with very small frame. I was about to mumble an apology for my reckless dashing, and I saw him putting his hand into his jacket, and he started to look left and right for sign of people. He was wearing a very big and dark sunglasses. I stopped midway apologizing, and I took a step back. I was thinking, “Damn! Luck is definitely on my side. I bump into a mafia and now he’s going to take out his gun and shoot the shit out of me.”

After looking around for few seconds, he looked at me, and he pulled out his hand from his jacket, slowly but steadily. I was hoping that he would let me piss first before shooting me, or else people might find my dead body with a pool of blood and piss. That would definitely tarnish my image.

Instead of gun, he pulled out a few pairs of sunglasses, and asked, “Bang, nak beli?” (translation: Bro! Wanna buy?)

My eyes almost popped out from the sockets, and I waived my hand, ran into the washroom and just let the stream jetted out furiously. Man, I felt threatened by that dude and all he was doing was just selling me a goddamn sunglasses??

After doing the hygienic part, I went out the washroom and I walked towards my car, and I noticed there were at least 8 or 9 foreign looking guys zooming in and out of the carpark, approaching strangers and selling things like counterfit watches, sunglasses, and crap like that. I was taking a breather and doing some stretching work before I continue my drive, and those guys saw me and almost all of them came to me, and one particular guy came to me, hand clutching a handkerchief like something precious, and by the time he was in front of me, he revealed a gold Rolex.

I couldn’t help but to wonder if there’s any idiot who would buy from these street counterfeit sellers. Warranty aside, if you buy a watch and by the time you are on the highway, it fell into piece, you can’t even find the guy for an exchange! So who in their right mind would want to be fucked like that?

Oh wait. With the recent blogsphere development (here and here), I better stop now. I don’t want those counterfeit syndicate to puppet some multinational companies to sue my ass. I can’t afford those long lawsuit.