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So I'm walking along at the mall yesterday, and I slightly graze this slow moving chick walking with some people as I'm passing them. I keep walking, thinking nothing of it. I even said excuse me. But I kept walking and behind me I heard this sorta shocked gasp as to say "WTF I can't believe he just did that!"

So I hear her say something to the guy next to her and soon his voice chimes in "Hey faggot, why don't you watch where you're going?" I turn around, and upon seeing the look on my face his initial reaction kinda gave way that he didn't realize who he was about to tangle with.

Not to sound like I'm bragging or anything, but in pictures, I've been described as looking "Ready to kill someone." I wasn't in the best of moods to begin with, because of something certain girls were doing. Anyway, I had a look like "I'ma fucking kill you!"

So, the guys he was with stepped up because the guy was starting to back down. So now I'm toe to toe with three average size kids. Luckily (for them) Mall security happened to be right there.

It was tight. I felt like a badass. I didn't even get kicked out, cause the Mall Security figured that I was being picked on because it was one on three.

Good thing you remembered to point out that you remembered to say, "Excuse me." Which means, when translated into English, "You should have really gotten out of my way."

Which leads me to think, does anyone else play chicken with random strangers in public? I always like to see who moves last, usually its me. :p

I had a similar experience when I was a senior in highschool (got myself banned from prom, I went anyway the rebel I was)

I had a huge backpack in highschool, it weighed like 80lbs, and during passing period, I accidentally brushed a girl with it, I didn't even realize, anyway, she grabbed me by my hair and turned me around

"EXCUSE YOU BITCH!"
"I'm sorry did I do something?"
"YOU BRUSHED ME WITH YOUR BACKPACK"
"did it hurt?"
"NO, BUT YOU STILL NEED TO SAY EXCUSE ME"
"oh, hold on"
*took my back pack off and hit her with it, knocking her down and busting her lip*
"did that hurt?"
"yes..." *she starts crying*
"excuse me"

then I walked off.

I think I was having a bad day.

in pictures, I've been described as looking "Ready to kill someone."
mmm i've had that description levied at me IRL a fair bit, too. surprisingly often actually, especially last year at uni (maybe thats why i didn't make any new friends that year, heh) :-S

its a mixed blessing though - never got any trouble *nods*

*took my back pack off and hit her with it, knocking her down and busting her lip*
I thought you were a nice girl! :eek:
Oh, and kudos to the backpack that weighs more than you. Only cool kids do that. *gives hive five*

I wish I could pull that off. I'd be all, "I'll kill you!" And they'd be all, "Aaaaugh!" Instead it is more like, "Bring it on tiny person!" And I am all, "Aaaaugh!"

I thought you were a nice girl! :eek:
Oh, and kudos to the backpack that weighs more than you. Only cool kids do that. *gives hive five*
I am nice now, I wasn't alway so nice. I got arrested when I was 12 for hitting a girl in the head with a rollerskate, although in my defense she had been bullying me since like 1st grade and I just lost it, after that I wasn't really afraid to smack the crap out of people, those are the only 2 instances where I actually hit anyone with something though. (well, and there was the time I pushed a girl out the back door of the school bus into traffic.....but she started it)

Oh, and kudos to the backpack that weighs more than you. Only cool kids do that. *gives hive five*And I thought I was the only one! (I kinda regret now, as I think it's what keeps me shorter than my dad.)

I laughed when I read "mall security". :D

I wish I could pull that off. I'd be all, "I'll kill you!" And they'd be all, "Aaaaugh!" Instead it is more like, "Bring it on tiny person!" And I am all, "Aaaaugh!"
you know if they come to fight you and you just start yelling like a psycho 99% of the time is scares the hell out of them......the other 1% of the time you should punch them in the throat and run. :p

you know if they come to fight you and you just start yelling like a psycho 99% of the time is scares the hell out of them......the other 1% of the time you should punch them in the throat and run. :pGetting punched and acting like you didn't feel it at all helps too...

And I thought I was the only one!
I could really use a packmule, I've up graded to two bags that I would guess weigh around 20 kilos!
Is "heavy backpack carrying" something that can be determined by a gene? Possibly, a childhood expierence? I dunno, but I have stuff 'I need' in there all of the time, but its not too common to gain the confidence of that there are other mini Atlases walking around! I don't even have back pain! Well, yet anyhow...

I could really use a packmule, I've up graded to two bags that I would guess weigh around 20 kilos!
Is "heavy backpack carrying" something that can be determined by a gene? Possibly, a childhood expierence? I dunno, but I have stuff 'I need' in there all of the time, but its not too common to gain the confidence of that there are other mini Atlases walking around! I don't even have back pain! Well, yet anyhow...Ah, brings back memories. I always carried my school books with me instead of leaving them in my locker because I knew I'd forget them if I did. Now I carry my computer around with me...:D

I could really use a packmule, I've up graded to two bags that I would guess weigh around 20 kilos!
Is "heavy backpack carrying" something that can be determined by a gene? Possibly, a childhood expierence? I dunno, but I have stuff 'I need' in there all of the time, but its not too common to gain the confidence of that there are other mini Atlases walking around! I don't even have back pain! Well, yet anyhow...
lol!
you know i used to do that, too... had this giant backpack for school that was about the same size as me (minus legs), and a smaller (normal-size) backpack that zipped onto the front. used to take me lunch in that one, and take my entire locker home with me every night in the big one :p

had that for about 2 years before i stopped caring about school and just took round/home a little notepad and one pen, uni-style. muuuch easier! ;)

Ah, brings back memories. I always carried my school books with me instead of leaving them in my locker because I knew I'd forget them if I did. Now I carry my computer around with me...:D
yeah, I carried all my school books with me, mostly because I didn't like where my locker was (way across campus) and also because I could do my homework at weird times during the day and that way I always had my books.

Also, I had just about everything one would ever need in my bag ( I like to be prepared) but, now all that stuff is in my purse which weighs about 20lbs.

It was tight. I felt like a badass. I didn't even get kicked out, cause the Mall Security figured that I was being picked on because it was one on three.
Hehehe! You must have a "war face!" The last time something like that happened to me ... well, let's just say it wasn't pretty. :D

I just saw Laerod's posts say, "Zitat von..." and then poster for "Quote...", anyone else seeing this?

I'm an überdork, I carry around things like ropes, reference books, dictionaries in languages I don't even know, and I've started carrying my school books around because in Finland they aren't all hardcovers that are all thick, bulky, and heavier. Then I got the bag full of clothes for swimming, working out, changing into later ( I don't consider even myself metrosexual ), et cetera. Not all that much really, but I'm never running around looking for things, I'm digging through my bags!

Ah, lockers kinda suck. I use mine for sandal storage right now, don't want to be wearing any sort of non-breathing, outdoor shoes inside now.

Then I got the bag full of clothes for swimming, working out, changing into later ... ( I don't consider even myself metrosexual )
WTF does working out have to do with being a "metrosexual." ( Another frakking idiotic buzzword I hate! )

WTF does working out have to do with being a "metrosexual." ( Another frakking idiotic buzzword I hate! )
Oh, the part where I said, "...clothes...for changing into later...". I don't have to change, as I work out in work out clothes, then shower, and then I'm perfectly clean, but I just gotta change those clothes, well, sometimes. Its not an everyday thing, ya know.

yeah, I carried all my school books with me, mostly because I didn't like where my locker was (way across campus) and also because I could do my homework at weird times during the day and that way I always had my books.

Also, I had just about everything one would ever need in my bag ( I like to be prepared) but, now all that stuff is in my purse which weighs about 20lbs.Hehe, yeah, the same philosophy carries over to my backpacking today (though scouting has taught me to decide when it's too much). My keychain follows that too; I've got a regular morning star that I carry around :D
My locker was pretty cool, especially since I never had to change it every year due to "family connections" ;)
But I'd only ever store my sports stuff in there.
just saw Laerod's posts say, "Zitat von..." and then poster for "Quote...", anyone else seeing this?Sorry if this hurts, but you're not the first to notice :p
(changed my forum settings from American English to German)

This is something that worries me when I get back to NZ. In kiwiland, everyone's very polite to each other in malls, footpaths etc.
But here in HK, no-one gives a fuck. No-one will let you pass ever. Nor will they even think about making things more convenient for others. Just yesterday I had a family decide the best place to stop to eat their snacks they just bought from the bakery was right smack in the doorway of the shop, thus preventing anyone from getting in or out. This even though there was seating just a few feet away.

To give another eg, I'm walking down the street left shoulder right next to the wall. Person coming the other way aiming straight for my right shoulder. Politeness (and logic) would indicate that they would do a step to their left, I would twist slightly and we would both pass by easily.
Not so here. They just keep on walking straight at me, ignoring me totally. I spent the first couple of months here stopping and standing side-on to let them pass. Getting totally fed up with doing this, and talking to other Westerners here who noticed the same problem, I came to the conclusion that they're the ones being rude. And stupid. I outweigh them by 100+ pounds, and it doesn't take a physicist to work out what will happen when a 100 pound person collides with a 240 pound person.
So now I just keep walking. And mostly, I found, people do suddenly notice me just before I hit and manage to swerve. Some don't, but that just slows me down slightly.

There's so many ppl here (esp in MongKok where I used to live - pop density of 55000 p/sq km), you can't afford to be polite. The crowds never thin, so the only way through is to barge. Everyone does it, so no-one gets angry or upset at you.
And that's what worries me when I get back to NZ: I'm going to be an asshole, just barging my way through ppl without a backward glance or even an 'excuse me'.



Funniest thing I've seen was when I moved to my current place. A friend was helping me move. We had two trolleys ladened with my crap. I took one, he the other. His one had a couch, 29" TV, bookcase and coffee table on it. Pushing it along the footpath, there's a guy standing outside his shop completely ignoring the noise of the trolley, and my mate yelling at him (in Cantonese) to move. I could hear him from over 1/2 a block away (he's a professional actor so can project his voice a long way), so came running back to see what the problem was. Everyone could hear him and was watching.
Except shopkeeper guy. There he was, stood right in the middle of the path, looking every way but the direction of the noise. My mate couldn't stop in time, as it was down a slight incline, and the trolley was heavy. Almost managed to stop though but just slightly tapped the Chinese guy on the back of his leg.
Down he fell, screaming in agony, clutching his leg like it'd been shot. Lay on the ground for a good 2 or 3 minutes screaming before theatrically grasping a fellow shopkeeper and staggering to his doorfront and collapsing there.
I applauded.
I hadn't seen acting that good for a long time.
1/2 an hour later I noticed he was wandering around quite happily. I can only figure that he'd decided that was his patch of footpath and everyone had to go around him, and when hit he was probably hoping the dumb rich white guys would give him some $$$ to shut him up.
Little did he realise that he was only 3/4 correct.

Oh, the part where I said, "...clothes...for changing into later...". I don't have to change, as I work out in work out clothes, then shower, and then I'm perfectly clean, but I just gotta change those clothes, well, sometimes. Its not an everyday thing, ya know.
Well, I'm sure your fellow classmates, family, and people you pass on the street are very grateful! :D

Little did he realise that he was only 3/4 correct.
Alright, I'm confused. Really, what do you mean by this?

Alright, I'm confused. Really, what do you mean by this?
"dumb rich white guys"
four words, 3 of which are correct. Care to guess which one's wrong?

"dumb rich white guys"
four words, 3 of which are correct. Care to guess which one's wrong?
What is "dumb".

What is "dumb".
dumb
adj. dumb·er, dumb·est

1.
1. Lacking the power of speech. Used of animals and inanimate objects.
2. Often Offensive. Incapable of using speech; mute. Used of humans. See Usage Note at mute.
2. Temporarily speechless, as with shock or fear: I was dumb with disbelief.
3. Unwilling to speak; taciturn.
4. Not expressed or articulated in sounds or words: dumb resentment.
5. Nautical. Not self-propelling.
6. Conspicuously unintelligent; stupid: dumb officials; a dumb decision. <--this one
7. Unintentional; haphazard: dumb luck.

And no, it's not that word he was wrong on. And we each have the prerequisite odd number of X and Y chromosomes to constitute being called guys.

And we each have the prerequisite odd number of X and Y chromosomes to constitute being called guys.
What is "rich".

As in, "possessing great material wealth".

What is "rich".

As in, "possessing great material wealth".
rich
adj. rich·er, rich·est

1. Possessing great material wealth: <---nope.
2. Having great worth or value: <---uh, uh.
3. Magnificent; sumptuous: <---nosiree.
4.
1. Having an abundant supply: rich in ideas.
2. Abounding, especially in natural resources: rich land. <--no way. esp the rich in ideas.
5. Meaningful and significant: <--definitely not this one
6. Very productive and therefore financially profitable: <--not even close.
7.
1. Containing a large amount of choice ingredients, such as butter, sugar, or eggs, and therefore unusually heavy or sweet: a rich dessert.<---Well I am unusually heavy and I do eat a lot of chocolate. Does that make me sweet?
2. Having or exuding a strong or pungent aroma: <---hmm..maybe. Depends on whether I've been at the gym.
8.
1. Pleasantly full and mellow: a rich tenor voice.
2. Warm and strong in color: a rich brown velvet. <--ehhh...prob not.
9. Containing a large proportion of fuel to air: a rich gas mixture.<--a large proportion of air, probably, but not sure about the fuel bit.
10. Informal. Highly amusing.<--hmmm, I like to think so, but others have different opines.

Well, There's a couple of definitions there that I could argue describe me, but realistically...no.

So there you have it. The 1 out of 4 that was untrue.

I had a similar experience when I was a senior in highschool (got myself banned from prom, I went anyway the rebel I was)

I had a huge backpack in highschool, it weighed like 80lbs, and during passing period, I accidentally brushed a girl with it, I didn't even realize, anyway, she grabbed me by my hair and turned me around

"EXCUSE YOU BITCH!"
"I'm sorry did I do something?"
"YOU BRUSHED ME WITH YOUR BACKPACK"
"did it hurt?"
"NO, BUT YOU STILL NEED TO SAY EXCUSE ME"
"oh, hold on"
*took my back pack off and hit her with it, knocking her down and busting her lip*
"did that hurt?"
"yes..." *she starts crying*
"excuse me"

then I walked off.

I think I was having a bad day.

Hahaha! Brilliant! :D I think you might just be my new hero lol. At least, until someone comes along with a better story :p (Gosh, I feel so fickle).

Getting punched and acting like you didn't feel it at all helps too...
Usually just pisses me off! :D

So there you have it. The 1 out of 4 that was untrue.
Never would have guessed initially. Looks like I'll have to change the NZ stereotype I gots.