Diary Post : Penang,Hills and Obnoxious Kids

[Attention to all non Malaysian people with white/black skin and strangely colored hair: If you have not left the page by now due to my blatant disregard for politically correct language, be warned: this post contains inside jokes, political references and lame humor. If the aforementioned does not strike you as the makings of an AWESOME post, feel free to skip straight to the pictures or browse through my other less obnoxious posts. You have been warned]

Malaysia Boleh

Before I begin, I should probably fill you in about my state's unique choice of weekends. Besides hailing from Lalaland (A wink - if you're travelling at the speed of thought - past Neverland and the second fart to the right), I am also a proud resident of Sungai Petani, Kedah, Malaysia (Support us, we grow your rice), a small unassuming town in a small unassuming state in a very assuming (Ass-U-(&)-me-ing) country*.  So unlike the rest of our country, South East Asia and most of the world, we have our days of homework procrastination on Friday and Saturday.

Because we're special like that.

A  few weeks ago - sadly - all of Malaysia's students suffered a great loss as we watched one of the few remaining and tragically rare Saturdays [One where we actually don't have to go to school for co-curriculum, school replacement and fun (HAHAHAHA, just kidding)] taken from us. (Thanks, Mr Prime Minister, I really enjoyed being forced to run 3 kilometers on a Saturday morning to promote racial integration for my country. I'm sure ten years from now, I'll look back and understand just how brilliant an idea it was)

On the bright side, however, THEY GAVE IT BACK!!! Meaning to say, besides Friday and Saturday this week, I also had an extra Sunday and Monday to slack off! (And two weeks before our major trials too! Will the brilliance never end???) So after a long and arduous battle of ethics, I decided to screw it and headed to Penang with my folks.

Cue Penang Hill Pictures!!

Let the train ride commence!

There's an interesting story to this picture actually.

Train goes like Chooooooooooooooo

If you haven't already guessed, this scene was taken behind glass panes from the front of the train (That's right, front row seats baby) which I had to stand in line waiting half an hour for...just to end up sharing with a bunch of obnoxious, super irritating kids.

Don't get me wrong, I love children. My mom owns a kindergarten and it's like my second home so you can probably see how I'd have to love them or suffer a mental breakdown. But don't tell me you've never had the urge once in a while - after meeting the sort of brat that thinks saying "excuse me" excessively gives him the privilege to be rude like nobody's business - to throw some kid out of a train and watch him get run over the tracks. Tee hee.

So there I was, taking pictures with a huge ass camera because I can when the kid (Who wasn't even supposed to be in the car) goes "EXCUSE ME, You're blocking my view"

The mother goes tsk and the boy goes

 "EXCUSE ME, can you PLEASEEEEEEE get your ass out of my face?"

I go wtf?

Kid's mother goes omg and my camera goes clickety click.

My brother goes "I'll take the pictures" Kid goes blah blah blah. I go somebody hand me a gun.

Then out of nowhere, the boy (and his brothers) start going "LALALALALALALALALALA" and "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" and "WEEEEWOOOWEEEWOOOWEEEWOOO" I kid you not. So like any two mature young adults, my brother do what we could and started singing The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars. Just as the train stops at the foot of the hill, Kid comes towards us

"EXCUSE MEEEE I hate that song, can you PLEASE shut up?"

Brother goes "Yeah well I hate you, but I don't ask you to fuck off"

Hoozah.

Epic Brother

English cafe on top of the hill

Do not stare up my...nostrils dammit

You can take the girl out of the poser, but you'll never take the poser out of the girl

Parents, they're for life.

Till next time,
Cheers!

*Hello there. if you're reading this, you obviously know what an asterisk is used for. Good for you! If are just a randomly browsing citizen of Punk Chopsticks, please enjoy your stay, ignore my evident lack of patriotism and do leave a comment on your way out. However, if you are an employee at the scary ISA-throw-innocent-people-like-me-in-jail place, stop right there. I HAVE A BASEBALL BAT!!!