Monday, June 13, 2005

Don’t bully the big quiet one....

When we are young, we like to explore new things. However I am the type who does not really like to goes out. I am always around the same group of friends. I love normality, some say it’s boring but I love it. I am not the adventurous type, I am more the timid and quiet type. I have not been too many places when I am young. The only place that I go is from and to school. My family is not the rich type who can afford nice holidays. My mom is quite a straight forward lady and a bit bad temper, my dad is one of the most honest and simple guy.

I am also an honest guy, hahaha and I dislike people telling lies, especially lies that incriminate me. I remember back in the secondary school days, I spend a lot of times sitting down at a place “lepaking” below my flat. Me and my fellow buddies loves to sit around a place which has rows of rows of motorcycle and bicycle parked. We always love to sit on bikes that are big and fanciful pretending to be Evil Knievel preparing for his stunts. We will then sit and chat for hours. We will of course indulge in our favourite past time, that is watching people passing by and of course we tend to concentrate more on the fairer type of people, the girls. We are not that type that will whistle and disturb them so the only things left to do is ogling, hahaha.

On one such night, we were sitting and of course ogling, a bunch of guys from the school opposite ours drops by. They were sitting opposite us and having their own private chats and even smoking. My friend knows one of them and then soon after we were chatting together and doing some male bonding. We talks about everything under the skies and once in a while talks about the "interesting" fairer sex that were walking pass us, that is until we heard something drop from one of the bicycles that was near us. It was a bell, it seems it fell off from the bicycle, so as a civic minded citizen I went and take it up and try to fix it.

Then this guy, who is from another group, actually starts saying that I am the one that broke the bell and he said that the bicycle belongs to his friend. His 10 fingers were actually pointing towards me. He continues to yap and yap non-stop and I was having a tough time trying my best to fix it, sweat covering my head hence I yelled back at him “It could be you who spoilt it!”. My mind was flashing back to 10 minutes ago when he was sitting there for quite some time until he went and made a call at one of the public phone near the side of the street.

All of a sudden I could feel something hitting my head and within split seconds an “Aiyoh” sound was heard. The guy lay sprawling on the ground with his hand covering his bare eyes which was once covered by a fanciful ala “Alan Tam” spectacle. He was the one that yells “Aiyoh”. I scan the area surrounding him; the spectacle was almost 3 feet away. What had happened? I felt a slight pain on the left side of my head, my brain signal my right hand to move to feel the pain. Then I realise that my hand was clutching in a fist formation. Oops!

It seems the guy lurch at me, hitting my head and I retaliate by punching him twice, once on the chest and the next one on his eyes. I am not sure why but I guess it’s my natural reflexes that did it. After a few more “Aiyoh” he stands up and demands me to follow him to rhe dustbin area to continue with the fight. With my Rambo voice I said “If you want to fight, do it here”. He continues to yap and yap, I manage to hear some of his yapping, and especially the part that mentions his brother is one of the Tai Ko in the area.

In the end nothing happens after just a few more “want to fight” glances as he went off still holding his chest and eyes. My friends and I stayed there until almost past 11 pm, although in my mind I wanted to leave the place as fast as possible although I have fast reflexes but I am not the Bruce Lee type that can beat 10 or 20’s people at one time. So if you are friends or family members or colleagues of mine, do not lie to me or incriminate me with things that are not true. I might retaliate twice or “repay” back twice ….Hahaha…

9 comments:

Lynne said...

Wow, you were brave to stand up to the bully. I think I am quite like you in that respect, I'd rather fight my way out than run away. Good for you!!!

As for the Thai food pictures ... they are nice, but they are making my miss Thai food, yum!! I especially like the desserts too, and my Thai colleague just gave me a verbal recipe of Mango w/ Sticky Rice. Unfortunately, the mangoes here usually not so nice. There is also this dessert that I discovered during my last trip there, it little pieces of "ang ku kway" called "Loop Chup". Green bean paste wrapped in colorful sticky skin in the shape of fruits. YUMMY!!!

SooHK said...

Lynne, be careful of the loop Chup.. the colors on it is not so good... I heard there are cases certain vendors got fined as they used some banned coloring. Glad that there is another blogger who shares the love for thai food...

AdieJin said...

Ouch...hope that idiot learned his lesson..Now must remind myself not to tell that the Biggest "chicken" Papasan in Bangkok is my Brother...hehehe..

aGent X said...

Reminded me of my first fight when I was 12. My old friends still talk about it until today, memories like this...priceless...hahah

Lynne said...

Aiyah, die lah, I ate a lot of that while in BKK leh. I also bought a bunch for family and friends, hehehe. At least I am not all rainbow color now ...

llanin said...

first time in dis blog. hmmmm. nice

SooHK said...

Adiejin, ummm ....

Agentx, yeap same with my friends, its a story that goes round and round..

Lynne, hahaha, did your "output" looks differrent at that time...hahaha

llanin, thanks...

Monica said...

I have to remember never to make you mad!!!!!

watch out!!!!!!!!

SooHK said...

Monica, do not worry hahaha.. I just turn green when I am mad only... hahahaha

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