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A human with a severe lack of common sense, and powerfully apathetic towards his deficiency; To completely and utterly
screw something up so badly that it cannot be repaired. The result of sending in an idiot to deal with a burched situation;
a rick is another name for a short fat hairy apeman that nobody likes.
posted on Saturday, October 04, 2008 @ 10/04/2008 10:43:00 PM | back to the top.
Yesterday was a serious party night for me, 2 parties..OK...2 is not a lot but yea in one night it can be quite a thing. I'll talk about work first. Work was damn fun...especially when you have to call up people and hear them speak ridiculous English. I spoke with a lady called Ms.Sasa and she had no idea what I was talking to her about and neither did I. But as usual, to entertain my bored self, I intentionally dragged the conversation on with her for about 5 mins just to have a laugh at her.Me: "Hi, good afternoon Rick speaking...regarding the opening of your foreign worker's account I've made the appointment for you."
SASA: "AH..Worker? Bank? Time?"
Me: "sorry to say but it's in next year March 2009"
SASA: "Tomollow?"
Me: "No...it's next year"
SASA:"NO next year, tmr?"
Me:"Sorry the banks are fully booked...the only schedule available is for next year"
SASA:"I NO next year...Worker?"
Me:"17 workers right?"
SASA:"NO next year...Far...Worker"
SASA hung up. There were a few more lines that I talked to her but I couldn't comprehend her wonderful grammar and vocabulary so I left it out. Her voice was so funny I asked my COLLEAGUES to do follow up calls just to irritate the life out of her and laugh at her ridiculous voice. OK...I'm mean I admit...but it's all for the fun of things right? Alright then after work drinks with my colleagues, we went to this "CINA CHING CHIONG" pub called JAB 21 I think. Ok...so liquor was cheap over there...freaking 135 bucks for a bottle of Chivas and 155 bucks for a bottle of Martell and free flow of mixers...wtf. So we started of with 3 jugs of beer where we played 5-10, a typical CHING CHIONG drinking game. Massive drinking then, think we finished the 3 jugs in 15 mins...the 5 of us playing. Met Mitchell for a while just to say hi cause she was around at Boat Quay too and then I went back and started the heavy liquor, by the time I knew it I was singing my heart out with my colleagues as well. And cause Fuji asked me to be at Phelan's place by 11 and for every minute I'm late I would have to pay 1% of the grocery bill for the night's party, I had to leave early and they made me bottoms up 2 neat glasses of chivas. I swear it burned my throat when I was gulping it down. Some problems going to Phelan's place cause my bloody phone died on me. But I reached at 11.20pm. Ate teppanyaki and had 3 types of vodka's to drink from. More drinking, but I only had like 3 cups cause I didn't really like Vodka in the first place and I was too full from the food..the 42 below smelt like heaven though, best fragrance from a vodka I've ever smelt, so it was good stuff. Played Beijing Olympics on PS3 for a while, then went to Top Spin 3, and then Mahjong. HAHAHA...FUJI is still sore about losing to me I guess. Damn happy I won yesterday cause it's been fucking long since I've gambled and actually won. My biggest win of the night was the max 5 fold, which in my hand had 2 "tais" from my flower and an animal, then I pung-ed my own "wind" and the "wind" that was "blowing in the round's direction" (LOL..what an explaination, if only blogger had chinese but still then I wouldn't even be able to type anything), plus I had all the same characters and all "pung" and gamed by "HUA SANG ZI MO"...how many fold is that actually? I have no idea but the max fold we played was 5 so yea...3.20 from all of them. To FUJI...that's what you get when you tell me "when he wins then say"...I'll show you I can win...Muahahahaha. Anyway stayed over at Phelan's place and came back today around 3 plus and slept till dinner time when my sisters came over. And here I am blogging waiting for my match to start. Alright...that's all for today and as usual another poem of mine.
All through the night playing Mahjong,
Waiting for my winning tiles to come along.
Where are you my little friends,
All hiding inside till the ends.
I would've played a simpler, less complex game,
But then it would have just gotten lame.
Mahjong definitely gives you stress,
But it's a game that's just about the best.
From counting prevailing winds,
To scoring just a pung.
It makes people chagrined,
Yet a win leaves them a song.
I won money yesterday,
It's something proud I have to say.
Let's play again Mr.Fuji,
But next time we'll gamble on sweets from Sugi.