Oops did I do that?

One of the many things I hate when I am surrounded by a huge crowd and no space to move anymore is getting my feet stepped on. More than three times from the same person. A person that step on your foot more than three times at that same moment, deserves to at least die.


Once is forgivable. Tight space. Eventually some will lose control of where they are stepping. Basically nothing wrong with that even without an apology.


Twice would be pretty rude. You already know you stepped on the person's foot before. Hence you should move a little away. You do not stump your foot there again.


Third time. Bam. If you have a glock, you could always point it at their temple and knock the door with your bullets.


During a rave at KL Tower once, somebody irritated me more than three times. I end up pinching her ass real hard whenever the smoke appears. It was so hard, you could hear her little scream beneath the loud music.


This time, I was up to it again. The venue was Velocity. I never laughed so hard inside me before. I laughed so hard inside, the person in drinking the beer was choking.


A shuffler was right in front of me. The Kuda Kepang boys I call them. He wore a thick jacket when everybody was sweating even with bikini on. I believe he is having a problem differentiating North Pole and Sunway Lagoon. He shuffles hard. You could see him soaking and probably have Noah's Ark hidden inside his jacket. I do not mind that, if he is so enthusiastic about his shuffling.


But he stepped on my foot. He went round and round. He stepped on it again. After one or two round he comes back and step on it again.


I am moving back and giving him space.


He still comes back stepping on my foot again. My poor All White Adidas Superstar II. By the time I lost control, it was already has little black mark on it.


I lost it. My rage decided to take over. So when the next round he shuffles near, I observed his legs. I am figuring out how will he lose control if I decided to trip him a little. I got the angle. I didn't even think twice the time he comes around. One little light kick on one of his leg is all I need.


He fell down so hard. He completely flipped over. He even stood out wondering where did he step wrong. He kept looking around with his confused look. He didn't know I trip him. And he fucking deserved it.


If you ask me, that would be the hardest laugh I've had for the year 2006.