The tukang complain is back. I just wonder what most people think about titles. Is it SUCH a big deal when you have a TITLE pre-fixing your name? Coz seriously, the last time I checked, your title doesn't become your name.
I am highly annoyed by the many UNKNOWN Datuks, YBs and Datins around who ASS-ume that everyone should be aware that they hold a title. You see, I rant because I do encounter these people much more often than I wish I needed to. When I address them as Sir, they give me notions that "duh you ought to know who I am and don't bother me with preliminary questions." So GERAM!
Dah la, during our school days, 90% of ALL school events attended by one of these people would start EXTREMELY late and they come and give the most lame speeches! I also hate to hear them empathize that we need to be caught up in traffic jams, when all they actually do many a time is CAUSE it thanks to the silly policeman escorting them. Seriously, with a title comes RESPONSIBILITY and respect earned.
A friend of mine asked me, don't you think that they deserve such privileges and acknowledgements? They are busy people it seems. Looking back, I now MANY people common people who attend meetings and what not multiple times a day. I think ah, they use this thing called TIME MANAGEMENT. They respect peoples time and they make it work communiting through traffic or via public transport.
Having a title shouldn't mean that you forget your initial status. Once upon a time, they were also probably kids who played the gasing or got punishment from Cikgu for not doing homework. Some of them probably even lived in humble houses in a kampung area.
They must have accidentally dropped their humility somewhere la.
Maybe I am just being overly-sensitive, who knows.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
how are you what!
Seriously it annoys me to the core when people just simply utter "how are you?" hello... do you in fact, really want to know how that person feels? yeah sure so sincere right you say "how are you as you are gazing at the menu above you" you say "how are you?" and answer "good" even when I say "not doing so good".
Personally when I ask the question, I do want to know more than just "good". Good doesn't MEAN ANYTHING! Call it a simple nice gesture... nah uh... it's lame and abusive.
So now, I do not ask anyone the typical HOW ARE YOU question. I also refuse to answer when I know that the person uttering HOW ARE YOU is just asking without using his or her brain. Then again a number of times when I don't respond, some fools will persist with the question until I at least say "SUCH IS LIFE. NOT ALWAYS GOOD NOT ALWAYS BAD."
Personally when I ask the question, I do want to know more than just "good". Good doesn't MEAN ANYTHING! Call it a simple nice gesture... nah uh... it's lame and abusive.
So now, I do not ask anyone the typical HOW ARE YOU question. I also refuse to answer when I know that the person uttering HOW ARE YOU is just asking without using his or her brain. Then again a number of times when I don't respond, some fools will persist with the question until I at least say "SUCH IS LIFE. NOT ALWAYS GOOD NOT ALWAYS BAD."
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
not so SWEET
So one kiasu (miser/stingy) woman came up to order a sugar free drink from me today and she made an UNSATISFIED comment; "$0.35 is too much of an additional cost for sugar-free drinks. It makes no sense. You take out something (the sugar) and yet you charge more" - I didn't feel like being apologetic, so I just gave her my best smile, and said "that's how it goes" and she smirks "no it isn't" muahahah but I couldn't care less. Woman, if you want your bloody sugar-free latte just order and get LOST.
But actually ya... it got me thinking. Actually why would sugar-free stuff be more expensive? My recent research has brought me no results. This post will be updated!
I need to know some theories behind this SUGAR FREE-ness issue.
But actually ya... it got me thinking. Actually why would sugar-free stuff be more expensive? My recent research has brought me no results. This post will be updated!
I need to know some theories behind this SUGAR FREE-ness issue.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
the kids these days are not brats they are SORE LOSERS
My MSN status this week will read "feels a lil' accomplished". Yes indeed. I have to say that my shift to Chicago has indeed been a tumultuous one, financially, emotionally, and on another note a humbling lesson. But the reason I feel accomplished this week is due to the fact that I have had an awesome week at my new job and the very fact that I managed 9 hours and 20 mins of back-to-back birthday parties from another job.
For the most part I am currently a Barista at a Tea shop something of which I never imagined doing, but gotta say that I am MOST CONTENT with this job after the 6 OTHER jobs I have held in 8 months! what a record breaker (i think i will dedicate a whole entry on this so called life changing event). On other days when I am not Barista-ing, I am an event coordinator and work various events from team challenges, scavenger hunts, bar/bat mitzvahs, picnics, BBQs and MOST OF THE TIME birthday parties. I have to make a note that working with various corporate-asses, has taught me a lesson to never allow my profession to distinguish me from others. I HATE hearing old buffaloes utter "why do I need to waste my time/money doing this (this equates the team challenges/building or scavenger hunts) let's just drink beer" and these are spat out from mouths of men/women - men mostly between the ages of 30-45. So oneday I told the bloody CEO of one company,"yeah and they say that it's the youngsters with a drinking problem"when he made such a comment and boy should I have kept my mouth shut, coz throughout the night he ANNOYED ME by acting like a smarty pants.
Anyway, beyond the big-nagging-i know it all-babies that I have to DEAL with, every weekend of mine is occupied trying to please a birthday kid. After 8 months of working this job, I dare say that there is nothing more that can surprise me. From spoilt cry babies to 9 year old boys CRYING for losing to a 5 year old, a birthday kid throwing a tantrum at his own party, a dad being childish about losing Coke can, a grandma who was being an ass... what else? a mum trying to take over my job and maybe the last of MANY a dad telling me that my name Cassie is most definitely not one my parents gave me because you know... I am just not American and Asians are supposed to have weird sounding names... nothing can surprise me.
In fact, instead of dreading the kids and parties (well you know when you need to earn some money, you can't always complain too much) I actually find myself taking it with a pinch of salt or rather I am so immune to the ungodly surprises people come with that I in fact enjoy my job now. I mean I seriously find it ACCOMPLISHING when I successfully get a cry baby to shut up or a digruntled dad punished by HAVING to be involved in games of which sometimes may involve some bruises by cute adorable kids that you just sooo have to give in to.
Why did I finally decided to talk about this? Well let's see today I worked from 10 am - 8pm. First birthday I was called in at the last min to sub a party coordinator that didn't show. The next party I had 52 kids aged 2-6!!! and finally the last I had to ensure I was always incorporating Spiderman into everything that I even had to get the kids to do a Spiderman-walk to get them in order. muahahah. I am dead beat, like literally. The manual labor and accidental hits from the Pinata pole definitely defines my physical being now. DEAD BEAT.
The issue that surprises me the most is how SPOILT and bratty 80% of the kids that I meet are. I understand kids being competitive, but being a sore-loser? Geez. I am not gonna say "they are just kids. that's just their nature" no this is a brand new species! I remember growing up and going to ample birthdays. Ok my bro was a sore loser but he was just one of those rare specimens of our age. But when it was my turn to lose in the game musical chairs, I sat aside till the new game started. I and neither did most of my friends cry about being out! but these kids??? They kill the motive of the game! damn those kids. Then again, if you are familiar with the game "the flower blooms" well basically when the person says "the flower blooms at so and so time" you need to group up in that number. Oh my Lord, I tried that game twice and ended up with kids CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why? coz they felt like they weren't CHOSEN! oh my god seriously! and the cake? they can fight with the birthday person about who gets what part and toy! they cry when they didn't have a chance to hold the ball! they just cry when they feel that they are a SORE LOSER! It drives me insane. But I have come to terms with it. And now, when a kid cries, I DON'T even bother all that much. I make an attempt and if I fail, god bless the parent that has to console the brat.
many more birthdays to come!!!! many more situations to deal with... EXCITING-nya....... oh and you know what? I also think that the icing on the cakes nowadays may be affecting kids brains in a bad way. Seriously... the coloring is SOOOO bad. I certainly enjoy seeing their smudged faces which colored cream that can only be cleaned off after a couple of soapy washes. Haha. The lost lasting colored cream that they are absorbing must be altering their manners... competitiveness... toughness.
For the most part I am currently a Barista at a Tea shop something of which I never imagined doing, but gotta say that I am MOST CONTENT with this job after the 6 OTHER jobs I have held in 8 months! what a record breaker (i think i will dedicate a whole entry on this so called life changing event). On other days when I am not Barista-ing, I am an event coordinator and work various events from team challenges, scavenger hunts, bar/bat mitzvahs, picnics, BBQs and MOST OF THE TIME birthday parties. I have to make a note that working with various corporate-asses, has taught me a lesson to never allow my profession to distinguish me from others. I HATE hearing old buffaloes utter "why do I need to waste my time/money doing this (this equates the team challenges/building or scavenger hunts) let's just drink beer" and these are spat out from mouths of men/women - men mostly between the ages of 30-45. So oneday I told the bloody CEO of one company,"yeah and they say that it's the youngsters with a drinking problem"when he made such a comment and boy should I have kept my mouth shut, coz throughout the night he ANNOYED ME by acting like a smarty pants.
Anyway, beyond the big-nagging-i know it all-babies that I have to DEAL with, every weekend of mine is occupied trying to please a birthday kid. After 8 months of working this job, I dare say that there is nothing more that can surprise me. From spoilt cry babies to 9 year old boys CRYING for losing to a 5 year old, a birthday kid throwing a tantrum at his own party, a dad being childish about losing Coke can, a grandma who was being an ass... what else? a mum trying to take over my job and maybe the last of MANY a dad telling me that my name Cassie is most definitely not one my parents gave me because you know... I am just not American and Asians are supposed to have weird sounding names... nothing can surprise me.
In fact, instead of dreading the kids and parties (well you know when you need to earn some money, you can't always complain too much) I actually find myself taking it with a pinch of salt or rather I am so immune to the ungodly surprises people come with that I in fact enjoy my job now. I mean I seriously find it ACCOMPLISHING when I successfully get a cry baby to shut up or a digruntled dad punished by HAVING to be involved in games of which sometimes may involve some bruises by cute adorable kids that you just sooo have to give in to.
Why did I finally decided to talk about this? Well let's see today I worked from 10 am - 8pm. First birthday I was called in at the last min to sub a party coordinator that didn't show. The next party I had 52 kids aged 2-6!!! and finally the last I had to ensure I was always incorporating Spiderman into everything that I even had to get the kids to do a Spiderman-walk to get them in order. muahahah. I am dead beat, like literally. The manual labor and accidental hits from the Pinata pole definitely defines my physical being now. DEAD BEAT.
The issue that surprises me the most is how SPOILT and bratty 80% of the kids that I meet are. I understand kids being competitive, but being a sore-loser? Geez. I am not gonna say "they are just kids. that's just their nature" no this is a brand new species! I remember growing up and going to ample birthdays. Ok my bro was a sore loser but he was just one of those rare specimens of our age. But when it was my turn to lose in the game musical chairs, I sat aside till the new game started. I and neither did most of my friends cry about being out! but these kids??? They kill the motive of the game! damn those kids. Then again, if you are familiar with the game "the flower blooms" well basically when the person says "the flower blooms at so and so time" you need to group up in that number. Oh my Lord, I tried that game twice and ended up with kids CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why? coz they felt like they weren't CHOSEN! oh my god seriously! and the cake? they can fight with the birthday person about who gets what part and toy! they cry when they didn't have a chance to hold the ball! they just cry when they feel that they are a SORE LOSER! It drives me insane. But I have come to terms with it. And now, when a kid cries, I DON'T even bother all that much. I make an attempt and if I fail, god bless the parent that has to console the brat.
many more birthdays to come!!!! many more situations to deal with... EXCITING-nya....... oh and you know what? I also think that the icing on the cakes nowadays may be affecting kids brains in a bad way. Seriously... the coloring is SOOOO bad. I certainly enjoy seeing their smudged faces which colored cream that can only be cleaned off after a couple of soapy washes. Haha. The lost lasting colored cream that they are absorbing must be altering their manners... competitiveness... toughness.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
the ham/bacon in the US isn't ALL THAT GREAT!
I have to say that I feel blessed to be surrounded by GREAT friends. People of whom I need not claim BEST FRIENDS, but yet they are the people I know I can count on and have my back.
Counting on the days till I get my ass back to Malaysia, so many mixed emotions linger. I do at times ask myself "is this the right choice" but the feeling of certainty, that 2 1/2 years overseas is enough for now overwhelms.
It is also uplifting when I speak to friends who seem to look forward to my return. People who with open arms invite me to live under one roof with them allowing me to re-settle down, or even the simple gesture of helping me hand out my resume. I am so grateful to you people who have been supportive of my decisions.
On the other hand... I encounter TOO MANY annoying people who give me the impression that I am making the most foolish decision by returning to Malaysia instead of striving to stay in the LAND OF PLENTY. People for your information; I happen to be in the state that has the HIGHEST RATE of unemployment ok! and not to mention dah la, being on a international student visa limits my chances somewhat, even LOCALS can't get their desired job. But do I regret moving to Chicago? NO! My life doesn't just revolve around making money ok... it happens to include shopping, clubbing, socializing and having time for myself which at time could mean splurging on myself and not worrying too much about my bloody FUTURE CONDO!
I enjoy the company of my housemates. The friends I have made. The humble lessons I have learnt from working as a barista and an event coordinator. Do I a college graduate with a triple major need to enter the corporate world? I tried and I admit I did not succeed. Did I try hard enough? Maybe not, but seriously, I can't regret what I have chosen to do. I am not earning the BIG BUCKS of which some idiots think is BIG MONEY after conversion... but so what. My parents aren't complaining so no one else should; after all it's not you who I S.O.S when I need money, it'll be my dad, so don't worry about my "mistake" of not staying in the US.
It's sickening when people tell me to stay on here in the US. Firstly, these people HAVE NOT EVEN BEEN HERE to know what life is like here. Also, if they have been here, dude, realize that coming for a holiday isn't the same as LIVING IN IT! And hello, just because you can earn good money being a server/waitress because of tips does not mean that I WANT TO DO THAT. Yes I understand that there is this floating mentality (most people hold regardless of nationality) that the grass is always greener on the other side, but seriously, we all have different opinions ok, so if you feel that the US is the best bet, do me the honor of COMING HERE YOURSELF and stop telling me not to return to Malaysia. And just because you eat IMPORTED ham or bacon, don't tell me that that is the BEST meat you have eaten *you annoying so called "imported food is the BEST" humans grrrrrrrr
I have been blessed throughout my life. My dad worked hard to give me the opportunity to even be here. And I KNOW that come the the time that I want to come back here, I will be able to. I have faith that that is ALWAYS possile.
For now, I am still going to go where the wind blows... I am free and have no commitments other than being happy and being a good daughter.
I want to know how the HAM OR BACON tastes like in other countries.
Counting on the days till I get my ass back to Malaysia, so many mixed emotions linger. I do at times ask myself "is this the right choice" but the feeling of certainty, that 2 1/2 years overseas is enough for now overwhelms.
It is also uplifting when I speak to friends who seem to look forward to my return. People who with open arms invite me to live under one roof with them allowing me to re-settle down, or even the simple gesture of helping me hand out my resume. I am so grateful to you people who have been supportive of my decisions.
On the other hand... I encounter TOO MANY annoying people who give me the impression that I am making the most foolish decision by returning to Malaysia instead of striving to stay in the LAND OF PLENTY. People for your information; I happen to be in the state that has the HIGHEST RATE of unemployment ok! and not to mention dah la, being on a international student visa limits my chances somewhat, even LOCALS can't get their desired job. But do I regret moving to Chicago? NO! My life doesn't just revolve around making money ok... it happens to include shopping, clubbing, socializing and having time for myself which at time could mean splurging on myself and not worrying too much about my bloody FUTURE CONDO!
I enjoy the company of my housemates. The friends I have made. The humble lessons I have learnt from working as a barista and an event coordinator. Do I a college graduate with a triple major need to enter the corporate world? I tried and I admit I did not succeed. Did I try hard enough? Maybe not, but seriously, I can't regret what I have chosen to do. I am not earning the BIG BUCKS of which some idiots think is BIG MONEY after conversion... but so what. My parents aren't complaining so no one else should; after all it's not you who I S.O.S when I need money, it'll be my dad, so don't worry about my "mistake" of not staying in the US.
It's sickening when people tell me to stay on here in the US. Firstly, these people HAVE NOT EVEN BEEN HERE to know what life is like here. Also, if they have been here, dude, realize that coming for a holiday isn't the same as LIVING IN IT! And hello, just because you can earn good money being a server/waitress because of tips does not mean that I WANT TO DO THAT. Yes I understand that there is this floating mentality (most people hold regardless of nationality) that the grass is always greener on the other side, but seriously, we all have different opinions ok, so if you feel that the US is the best bet, do me the honor of COMING HERE YOURSELF and stop telling me not to return to Malaysia. And just because you eat IMPORTED ham or bacon, don't tell me that that is the BEST meat you have eaten *you annoying so called "imported food is the BEST" humans grrrrrrrr
I have been blessed throughout my life. My dad worked hard to give me the opportunity to even be here. And I KNOW that come the the time that I want to come back here, I will be able to. I have faith that that is ALWAYS possile.
For now, I am still going to go where the wind blows... I am free and have no commitments other than being happy and being a good daughter.
I want to know how the HAM OR BACON tastes like in other countries.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
kindness gone wrong
I daringly took the risk to head south of Chicago alone to visit a friend of whom I believed would have FFK-ed in the end anyway, but somehow I decided to think that "yeah what the heck. If he did FFK, I just wasted an hour on the train but at least got to feel a glimpse of the south side from the train."
Merrily I get out of the house, with a nice big shopping back filled with a couple off gifts that I was going to send through this friend for the birthday gal in Minnesota. It was a nice day (BTW nice day here equates the TEMPERATURE of the day); yeah pathetically the weather has become part of my daily conversation so you could possibly lamely hear me say "Isn't it so lovely today" - then right after that I have this nauseous sensation of "DID I REALLY JUST SAY THAT?"
So I get on the bus and head to the train station. As I inserted my transit pass to let me through someone accidentally nudged me. A guy at the next point-of-entry elbowed me slightly. I looked over and assured him I was fine. Plus I was on the phone with my housemate so the multitasking just allowed me to ignore the nudge. I get ahead of the guy and reach for the door and hold the door open for him. I would naturally do it for ANYONE who is right behind me, but this guy happened to be on crutches and automatically I didn't let the door go to let him pass through. He said "I am fine" but somehow I didn't quite pay attention to what he said. I was still on the phone. So after he gets through, he turns and says to me, "just listen, this is a matter of opinion, but I said I am fine." All I could say was sorry but he hushed me. I was like what the hell.... so you expect me to just leave the door ajar and walk ahead... well I guess the next time someone INSISTS that they are fine I would just leave them to rot and die.
It's so annoying when kindness goes wrong. You offer an elderly person your seat and they think you see them as flimsy people. You offer a smile at the bus driver and he thinks that you are trying to flirt. You be nice to the the lady behind you in the restroom and the person third in line gets annoyed at me for allowing her to go first.
kindness so gone wrong.
Merrily I get out of the house, with a nice big shopping back filled with a couple off gifts that I was going to send through this friend for the birthday gal in Minnesota. It was a nice day (BTW nice day here equates the TEMPERATURE of the day); yeah pathetically the weather has become part of my daily conversation so you could possibly lamely hear me say "Isn't it so lovely today" - then right after that I have this nauseous sensation of "DID I REALLY JUST SAY THAT?"
So I get on the bus and head to the train station. As I inserted my transit pass to let me through someone accidentally nudged me. A guy at the next point-of-entry elbowed me slightly. I looked over and assured him I was fine. Plus I was on the phone with my housemate so the multitasking just allowed me to ignore the nudge. I get ahead of the guy and reach for the door and hold the door open for him. I would naturally do it for ANYONE who is right behind me, but this guy happened to be on crutches and automatically I didn't let the door go to let him pass through. He said "I am fine" but somehow I didn't quite pay attention to what he said. I was still on the phone. So after he gets through, he turns and says to me, "just listen, this is a matter of opinion, but I said I am fine." All I could say was sorry but he hushed me. I was like what the hell.... so you expect me to just leave the door ajar and walk ahead... well I guess the next time someone INSISTS that they are fine I would just leave them to rot and die.
It's so annoying when kindness goes wrong. You offer an elderly person your seat and they think you see them as flimsy people. You offer a smile at the bus driver and he thinks that you are trying to flirt. You be nice to the the lady behind you in the restroom and the person third in line gets annoyed at me for allowing her to go first.
kindness so gone wrong.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
slang bank
I often find myself getting myself into trouble for underestimating the meaning of slang words. You know those moments of "yeah sure I know what you mean" when in actual fact you just don't want to look like that caveman who doesn't know new slang.
Today a friend mentioned that I had a "saucy" attitude. Just by the word itself, I silently assumed a negative conotation. Saucy, I thought of it as maybe being gullible or maybe having an ass-like attitude or just saucy! you know like in other words saying that I am a piece of lame flowing liquid that's only good on fries. So yeah after learning my lesson about being prideful in terms of knowing my slang I just asked. What does that mean. And to my surprise it was a nice or rather complimenting slang after all.
Chicago version of what Saucy means: a person of his/her own unique attitude with a sense of wit and a good in-your-face persona.
Well that was good to know. PHEW.
To share a couple of MISGUIDED use of slang.
So, I was brought up or rather educated to refer to an eraser as 'rubber' so all along my school years of writing in pencil, the 'rubber' was a must in the pencil box. So screaming out "hey can i borrow your 'rubber'?" was not something alien. HOWEVER, when you come over to the US (and I am just saying this because this is where I encountered the major tease) and ask your MALE FRIEND IN COLLEGE, "do you have a rubber I can borrow", now that does is NOT acceptable. THANK GOD that friend of mine understood where I was coming from. But you see, the thing is, when you are so used to using that term, you tend to automatically use it anyway. So yeah there were indeed a few more instances when I did say 'rubber' instead of 'eraser'.
Ok. So my friends know that I am selective with my curse words. And the F-word has somehow been one of the many I refrain from using. So I come from a country of multiple races and inter-marriage is not uncommon. So when we have an inter-marriage we tend to abbreviate what that marriage consists off. Oneday I see my college acquaintance nominated in a magazine as a "hot bachelor" or something to thaat effect and I say out loud to my housemates "hey check out this Chi-Bhai. Our Chi-Bhai collegemate has been nominated". In my HONESTLY naive and innocent brain, I abbreviated Chi = Chinese and Bhai = a race of someone from Northern India aka Punjabi. Little did I know that Chi-Bhai or probably not spelt that way but at least pronounced like that, meant F**K. Oh my, oh my was I sooooo ashamed of myself.
So coming to the US, I have had interesting friends of whom were kind enough to provide me SLANG education. Yeah I currently live in Chicago so you can imagine the MOUNTAINESS slang I could possibly LEARN.
Chili in the US is not the same as CHILLI in Asia.
"my baby's mama" really does mean she is the mum of the kid.
the list could possibly go on as I begin to unravel more slang or make more mistakes... we'll see.
Today a friend mentioned that I had a "saucy" attitude. Just by the word itself, I silently assumed a negative conotation. Saucy, I thought of it as maybe being gullible or maybe having an ass-like attitude or just saucy! you know like in other words saying that I am a piece of lame flowing liquid that's only good on fries. So yeah after learning my lesson about being prideful in terms of knowing my slang I just asked. What does that mean. And to my surprise it was a nice or rather complimenting slang after all.
Chicago version of what Saucy means: a person of his/her own unique attitude with a sense of wit and a good in-your-face persona.
Well that was good to know. PHEW.
To share a couple of MISGUIDED use of slang.
So, I was brought up or rather educated to refer to an eraser as 'rubber' so all along my school years of writing in pencil, the 'rubber' was a must in the pencil box. So screaming out "hey can i borrow your 'rubber'?" was not something alien. HOWEVER, when you come over to the US (and I am just saying this because this is where I encountered the major tease) and ask your MALE FRIEND IN COLLEGE, "do you have a rubber I can borrow", now that does is NOT acceptable. THANK GOD that friend of mine understood where I was coming from. But you see, the thing is, when you are so used to using that term, you tend to automatically use it anyway. So yeah there were indeed a few more instances when I did say 'rubber' instead of 'eraser'.
Ok. So my friends know that I am selective with my curse words. And the F-word has somehow been one of the many I refrain from using. So I come from a country of multiple races and inter-marriage is not uncommon. So when we have an inter-marriage we tend to abbreviate what that marriage consists off. Oneday I see my college acquaintance nominated in a magazine as a "hot bachelor" or something to thaat effect and I say out loud to my housemates "hey check out this Chi-Bhai. Our Chi-Bhai collegemate has been nominated". In my HONESTLY naive and innocent brain, I abbreviated Chi = Chinese and Bhai = a race of someone from Northern India aka Punjabi. Little did I know that Chi-Bhai or probably not spelt that way but at least pronounced like that, meant F**K. Oh my, oh my was I sooooo ashamed of myself.
So coming to the US, I have had interesting friends of whom were kind enough to provide me SLANG education. Yeah I currently live in Chicago so you can imagine the MOUNTAINESS slang I could possibly LEARN.
Chili in the US is not the same as CHILLI in Asia.
"my baby's mama" really does mean she is the mum of the kid.
the list could possibly go on as I begin to unravel more slang or make more mistakes... we'll see.
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