"smekom lai. Najib kah? sign sini ah" he said, as he handed me a piece of paper and a Fabre Castle pen that costs $1.30 at Utama Grand.
i signed the paper like i was told to.
"thank you lai ah" said the man again before he handed me the box.
i took the huge box from his vainy hands and shut the door.
"wow. that was fast" i said to myself as i look at the box. it was the thing i just ordered from QQstation moments ago.
Guitar Hero World Tour.
i rushed to my room and brought the box along. i took out a cutter, slashed the into popcorn-chicken-like bits and assembled the guitar, the drumset and the mic. i holla-ed at my siblings and we rocked all night long.
i woke up the next day with a sore throat, sore arms and my fingers felt numb. all this thanks to the game. i made my way into my toilet,rubbing my eyes at every step i take and yawned as i entered the toilet.
i took my toothbrush, put toothpaste on it and brushed my teeth. as i was doing this, i was also shaving my humbly ugly janggut and scratching my back at the same time. it was at that very moment, my brain started to function again with a question,
"eh? cemana bulih aku barus gigi, menggaru and becukur at the same time ah?" said myself, picking my nose.
then i realised i had more hands than before. i dashed my way in front of a mirror and stared at my not-magnified-nor-minimised-image
I turned into a guitar hero freak overnight!
however, i have read about this phenomenon in Karma Sutra:the Rockers Way. eh i mean Google. hehehe.
the only way to undo this is to shove the guitar up the ass, poke the drumsticks into both nostrills,choke yourself with the mic and eat kangkong. the kangkong part made me not want to do it. so i'll stay as a Guitar Hero Freak.
adiossss suckas!
Najib.
