ROLANTO LEE - KEEPER OF THE SPIDER SPIRITS

my devilish horny old man is suppose to be freaking rich. he used to run his own engineering business. made tons of money by engaging cheap labour namely me to multi tasks his company.
i was the clerk. the secretary. the accountant. the office cleaner. the paymaster. the salesman. the technical designer. the purchaser. whatever personnel a company needs, i can do. best of all, i was my bedridden gambling grandma's personal nurse too. this bloke is expert in dry cleaning bedridden patient hor...dun pray pray. :)
my sis, a year younger than me was also working for him. a few years later, carot lee, my younger brother came to join too. he had to due to his back condition - courtesy from the NS army.
so 3 of us would piang, sloughed like hell for this hopeless old man. then dunno where and when he got mixed up with "good" company and started frequenting Genting Higlands.
he just left the company to run by 3 of us. he could go up the mountain like twice a week...went, returned, rested 2 days...and off he went again. if won, he would proceed to haaydai. he was such a regular there, that they gave him a genting gold card meaning when he reached there at the airport, a merz would be deployed to pick him and gang up to the casino resort. rooms and food would be provided f o c. that was how charitable rolanto lee was to the casino...donating practically everything we sloughed for there...no even a "PLONK" sound was heard!
so this went on for many years. in the end, i was fed up. cos after so many years working, my pay was still stagnant at $300 pow kar liao. my sis and brother were also the same. he signed the cheque for us....but the amount was pathetic...he signed most to settle gambling debts using all his credit cards to sign.
finally, we all quit. there was miserable bonus with new year ang pow of a misery $20. carot was fedup. sis was fed up. me lagi fed up. being the eldest, my pay was the lowest among the 3. carot was considered the highest he had to do all the heavy duty strenous works. and paperworks and planning which i was good at was considered the "easy" not important stuff.....pine mian...bad life i was having.
beside that, in order to save cpf contribution, we had to report even lower pay....and after so many years working for him. i couldn't believe my cpf is barely 20K. same with carot and sis.
so we quit for good. we got our own life ahead. we can't piang and make tons for the devlish old man who just squandered away in the casino. if he lost, he returned home. rested and headed off again. if he won, it would be haaydai next destination.
he used to tell us he went haaydai to pray for good luck. but somehow rather his "good luck" was exposed one day.
a haaydai spider spirit faxed a letter to him. he was away in Genting. i read it. in the letter, the spider addressed rolanto lee as "lau gong" meaning hubby. when i finished reading i was stunned. i passed the fax to mamalee. and she was lagi stunned. all the siblings were stunned.
that was the "good luck" that rolanto lee mentioned to us what he was doing in haaydai... we were lost for words.
besides haaydai, he also frequent the philippines subic bay where there was a casino. everytime he returned from there, he would boast to us especially mamalee about all the shiok food he consumed there for free. meaning whatever mum cooked out lovingly for him was cheap foodstuff. of course, it was free! he had dumped in lots of money there and in US dollars.
then one day, a strange phone call was received: "Hello, rolanto darling honey, this is jenny....i miss u...i love...i very lonely...when u come? sigh..sigh....."
i was at the receiving end and my goose pimples all stood up. i was enraged. i replied calmly and firmly...and very loudly, "I m not ur darling honey rolanto lee, i m his son!" click! the phone was abruptly cut off.
the family went into a thunderstorm shock again.....
slowly, his business dwindled and dwindled...since everyone had left him. he lost the business premises. but he still refused to close shop. he now operates from the pigeonhole flat as his "office". he's not already past 70s.
carot lee set up his own engineering firm. most of rolanto's clients jumped ship to carot's. they had to cos normally when they called, he was always not around. either he was in genting, haaydai or the phiippines. and sis went over too to help out carot.
as for me, i set up my own horticultural company. got a garden in mandai which was later bulldozed by gov due to widening of expressway. went over to ulu chu chu kang. rented a plot of land. a few years the bulldozer came again...so i went deeper into more uluer chua chu kang...jalan dedali...again bulldozer came. move to the foot of mt. faber. there was a plot belonging to psa. dumped what remaining saving i had on this plot of condemned nursery.
cleared overgrowth weeds. constructed the plants shed. cleared the place spick and span...then tragedy struck. one humongonus quinine tree(wild mango) fell during a heavy storm. my row of newly constructed plant shed all came crashing down. then there was mudslide from the hill...all my planting beds and pots were buried.
i could go into heartbreak then...and maybe a heartattack and put this poor soul to eternal rest would be a blessing....:(
but i din give up. i asked the bangalas and the indian fts to do all over again. in end, everything fine. NO! By then, my 2 yrs lease was up....the bloody owner psa seeing how well the place was spruced up, also up the rental to triple....god!! how am i to pay...it was worst than the bulldozer....it was an atomic bomb dropped onto me....so i relented...i surrendered...i was totally worn out...drained physically and mentally....my saving almost kosong already...so i retired...and hell! i should have retired earlier. then i could enjoy life like i never enjoy now....:)
sorry...got carried away and sidetracked into my past gardens...i will continue ....in a while...break time!
finally, rolanto lee not only gambled away all his money...my grandma money left to me...my dead uncle who was his elder bachelor brother's cpf again willed to me but he demanded that i transfer every cents to him to feed his gambling passion. and now he is broke....poorer than the beggar....
so his affordable passion now is centred on breeding mei mei spider spirits in haaydai. they are cheena girls who come to haaydai to suck up sinkie lau han koos (horny old men from sinkietown) high and dry......

From:
aussiebiz
07:56
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leetahsar
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83628.629 in reply to 83628.628
I think this horny old men is being possessed by the devil ... (sori to say that hor) he need a spiritual person to perform exorcism on him.
Bro. Lee, Your cousin peeleepian cannot be ignored. He can be one of the good ppl. you should trust and talk to (maybe you have oredi?) regarding your old man. Your old man is not going be around for a good many more years. While I am no religious wanabe, I somehow do get inspiration and guidance from ppl who have rich knowledge in theology, and I think your cousin peeleepian is such a person. Remember hor, that devilish, horny old men, he is still a human being and whether you like it or not he fathered you. OK if you are now having "niagra falls", I will lend you one of by shoulders.

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leetahsar
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83628.630 in reply to 83628.629
no lah....in prajnaparamita heart sutra: it indirectly told me that my devilish horny old man is actually my greatest buddhism trainer...if i could tolerate him...there is none in the world i can't handle...so u dun ve to worry for me. and anyway thank-u very much for ur kind concern.
as for cousin peeleepian hor...i have to say this. eversince he didn't manage to borrow my trusty pickup (always did that before) as it was already scrapped and murdered by our gov, i got no more phone calls from him any more. no more like "when u coming to church service"...even the last xmas, no more yearly invitation to watch his church xmas performances...nothing. no more news from him. maybe he already exiled to another ulu russian town. i dunno. never bother to call him too.
what i fear now is i may not able to contain my anger and eventually break my tolerance of this bloody old fuck....if i reach to that state...i ve failed miserably...all my chanting, meditating... all total failure. i would have failed the "exam" my devlish old man laid for me....my deepest compassion is but only a light breeze...or maybe just a loud fart...so i m chanting doubly hard...but some times i thought: "WHAT THE HECK! JUST SOcK IT TO HIM AND RE ARRANGE HIS FACE!" that would be so so shiok for me! ;9)....chui guo chui guo....

so i replied aussieb with a lagi loh sor post......


From:
leetahsar
3-Jan 18:30
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aussiebiz
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dear aussieb, i was very touched that u read, my god...600+ posts i ve unwittingly written. initially i thought maybe barely 100, i would have ended...but hell, it just goes on and on...and still going u know. ;9)
seem that we might have been good friends as we like share the same fate...the same kampong childhood. and yes, u were very goon to suffer the pain for climbing the rambutan tree. in my kampong days, many kids fell from rambutan trees with fractured limps. rambutan has the most brittle branches that can snap suddenly. it was a common sight. u had one boy with bandaged right arm...and the next bandaged left...then some worst, fractured legs in crutches. but lucky me, i never fell from tree cos i only climbed my very strong rugged guava tree. she was kind to me and grew many ladder-like branches for me to climb her easily and pluck her really sweet nectary pink guavas. it's quite rare now to find a pink guava. most are the while flesh ones.
i was surprised u been to that guan yin temple in BANSIEWSAN. the temple used to appear lofty and high. after the whole kampong was demolished and developed, the temple like now look so low and a bit unmagnificent then it should be in its past glory.
there is a golden thousand arms/eyes guan yin there. it was already there since pre-war period and had protected the kampong. did u know that it was rumoured when the neigbhouring kampong like HEAP GUAN SAN got bombed like anything during the 2nd world war, my kampong BANSIEWsan didn't even got a bullet flew in.
the villagers said that this kampong was blessed. they saw bombs coming down but half way, they saw er..gods waving a black flag and deterred all the bombs to the next door HEAP GUAN SAN...so they got bombed instead....hahaha...how true, u go find out urself.
my kampong was full of mysteries also. once awhile, a very nasty rumour of pontianak or the orang minyak (black oily man) would really scare the hell out of children from leaving the houses when the sun went down...and hell, i had to poo poo when it was dark. so can u imagine how ur own mind could scare the hell out of urself...hahahaha...
so in my house, there was a small drain. if i scare i just pooed into the drain. the next day, neigbhours would start to complain: who the hell pooed as the shits would flow into their external drain and stink the hell out of them...hahaha....of course, i played innocent and mat bodoh lah...hahaha....
when i was a baby, i was terribly feeble. only bone and skin unlike now with the sparetyre. so feeble my mum was worrying sick for me. in the end, grandmama girl suggested she brought me to the thousand arms/eyes guan yin there to pray.
the fortune-teller there told my mum...pai seh...pls dun flame...that in my past life i was a ...pai seh...again handsome scholar and this life i was like went into the wrong family which explained my health condition. to rectify, he advised my mum to allow me to be adopted by, of all the god - GUAN KONG. this was necessary as being full of sar chi, he would protect me. so in the end, GUAN KONG became my fairy godfather. u wanna to know why the fortune guy chose guan kon g instead of guan yin? well, my birthdate and HIS birthdate are the same day. no joke! surprisingly, after the adoption, my health became like A OK....no more regular sickness...up till today, my mum still mentioned my life since birth was a weird and zany one...hahahaha....
and due to rolanto james bond lee as my devilish horny selfish father....my life up till today was a mental torture. mum included. all the sisters and brother included. and he is still alive and kicking and firing sperm missiles to his HAAYDAI mei mei spider spirits.
today's wednesday. he has got all our "protection" fees and the matland FT tenant's rental yesterday. already booked bus ticket and would be off to his monthly rendevous in Haaydai to donate his sperm and money to feed the cheena spider spirits there....not one mei mei, ok. one whole brood, hor.
i really give in my hat to my horny 70+ and can still mari kita devilish old fuck. the trouble hor, the mei mei spiders there feed him with cheena ginseng for power and extra dose of VIAGRA. whether real or pirate viagra, i dun care. one thing for sure, everytime he returns, his speech would slur and his lips like tilted.
and also one thing for sure, that i keep telling mamalee, that one of this day, he's going to die there. and die there cock standing from pirate viagra overdose. i feel bad but i have to psyche up my mum for THE DAY to come....chui guo chui guo....he would be just like my dead cock standing neighbour lau han koo in my story LAU HAN HOO AND THE SPIDER SPIRITS OF HAAYDAI....my own lau han koo old man might be next in line....sad ;9(
i read ur very very long post and i think i may use it for my blog. none of the forummers responded so serious like u. the worst i got was all the flaming from the well-tadpoles who just can't believe my stories....so like i just, i m really glad u could relate ur own personal life to some of my happening here especially the kampong life i wrote about THE BIRTH OF GOONIE LEETAHSAR.
stay tuned....rolanto james bond lee's romantic wild bloodhound coming soon to this theatre.....

this was the touching response i got from aussieb whom hantam me with plants question in another thread POUR UR PLANTS PROBLEM ONTO ME.....

I hope you will be able to wriggle thru with the problematic blog.
Dear Bro. Lee,
I do have quite similar 'upheavals' but don't think I have the energy and 'blain juice' to write them as you have laboriously done. Your stories in this thread are ALL for real except the saucy one you had penned for HARDRCAFE rite?
I do admire you have your stories posted here, some quite hilarious, some create "niagra falls" and some pretty much personal.
You had asked: "er...any story reviews? any comments would be welcomed, u know...hello, every sleeping again?....say something leh!"http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=83628.485
So here it is; this and my previous posts together wif some regular forummers(who are not toads & tadpoles) would hopfully be regarded as positive and encouraging responses.
You said: "....my life is a really colorful, exciting and even spicy one. come to think of it, not many could ve the kind of experiences that i gone through..... i can even write a book on it...paranoma included..."Having spent the last many, many hours, keep on 'gostan and gostan' to read all the posts,I have to conclude nothing can be further from the thruth.
Looking back, I remembered visiting a temple where your former kampongBANSIEWSAN used to be. I was then a primary school boy staying with an aunt in Duxton Hill. The Duxton Hill then was infested with opium addicts and gangsters. At almost every other upstairs house there will be an opium den. The pre-war houses there are very badly maintained and most had dark and creaking stair case. Aunty and my uncle took me on a few occasions to pray at the temple. We went there around midnight on chinese new year's eve. I remembered we had to climb many many steps to reach the temple and along the steps were many beggers of all ages, shapes and sizes. I also hiked with some friends all the way to a Thai buddist temple further up.
I had studied for a short while at Kepple School in Cantonment Rd. and had a classmate staying in Silat Road 3 or 4 storey type S.I.T. flats (now must be HDB if still around). We would often walk all the way from Silat Road up to Mt.Faber to catch spiders. Wonder if kids today know what catching spiders is all about.
After few years in the city, I have to go back to my kampong in Jln Hwi Yoh off Yio Chu Kang Road. So my life in the kampong is quite similar to yours then and pai seh, pai seh, I'll simply cut and paste what you had posted:
"....our happy childhood days were filled with fun and fond memories. we would play in the longkangs to catch fishes. when it rains, lagi shiok. the wide longkang would overflow. then we could even swim in it. the main long longkang was actually a natural stream flowing down from Mt Faber. the water was crystal clear and was natural mineral water. there were plenty of fishes...like guppies, mollies and even goramis. the longkang flowed to the sea which was the keppel sea. s sometimes when it overflowed during rainy days, there were even greenish sea snakes swimming inside. if we happened to be swimming in there, the moment we see the green water serpents, every kids would start screaming and quickly jumped out of the longkangs as fast as we could....it was a hilarious sight which sent the adults into a laughing frenzy....hahaha...."
One thing tho .... our long longkang was not water flowing down from Mt.Faber. You had a blackie; my dog was call brownie! A brown colour pariah dog.
I will never forget one particular incident. One of my neighbours, few attap houses away had a damn good rambutan tree. The rambutans are one of the best and so far I hardly seen the same quality around. They were selling I think 10 fruits for 10 cents.Being penniless, few other kids and me decided to go and beg for some rambutans. The old aunty owner told us that she will give us some for free if we can go up the tree and pluck the fruits for her so that she can sell them. (Just like your leetahsar, enterprisinggrandmama). I was stupid enough to be the only hero (pai seh borrow your words.."poon pee pee") to climb the tree. I must have plucked maybe hundreds when disaster happened. The branch holding me snapped and I plunged chest down with the branch from abt 5 to 6 metres to the ground. I was carried by the old aunty and my friends into the house and this old aunty apply some ointment 'hong fa yeow' I think on my chest and legs and the excruciating pain on my chest and body was the worst I had experinced! I had laid in the folding canvas bed for few hours before I can actually gain some strength to sit up. Luckily for me, my creator thought it wasn't time for me to go yet. I live to tell this story. Like what you wrote below most of us who had experienced kampong life will be asking:
"......do ur children know how to climb a tree? no...scare fall down. do ur children dare to jump into a flooded longkang and swim inside? no ...scare drowning. do ur children ever shot down a bird on the tree? no....what about catching spiders and lizards and squirrels and bats and butterflies and yes...tiger beetles and crickets and pit them fighting against each other? no...no...no...and make catapults by cutting down the tree branches?..and make those elastic wooden guns and then using the casuarina spiky pine fruits as bullets? go to the sea and catch crabs...hermit crabs...fishes...pick corals...seashells? a big NO!...."http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=83628.618
I do understand your plight when you said about your forced retirement.A forummer said: "....you are bloody entertaining i'll give you that.. so why you wanna be a monk anyway? ..."http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=83628.514I am sure there will be heaps of opportunities, besides your previous experience as a 'dabor missy' and horticulturist are comparable to a qualified and licenced electrician or plumber. (These two types of skill will command about A$50.00 an hour in Ozzieland).Here in W.A., Ozzieland where I live now, the qualifications you had are much sought after. Well don't get me wrong, I'm not SamLeong wanting you to migrate. Then if you ichy ichy want to migrate, it will not be a problem for you. Die die over here you will be able to pursue what you had in mind and I quote you:"...to all the depressed and lost souls here...jobless...in between jobs...on and off jobs...lame sickening jobs....about to quiT bloodsucking jobs...no appreciative low paid humiliating jobs...etc....i FEEL FOR U ALL.....may i suggest that take this as a blessing in disguise...hopefully u can see it....enjoy this unfounded blissful period...go pamper urself...no need to spend lots of money..."
"now the official timekeeper...i keep time...time doesn't keep me any more ;9)"
http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=83628.537
Auctually hor, the above you said apply to me 100%. After I had experienced some of the unpleasant episodes, quite similar to what you wrote: "...lost all my lifesaving thanks to pinkie and lau goh devious CLOB trap but now i kua phua....look open and look on the brighter side....go be a monk....maybe that's my destiny...i could help more depressed people to untie their burdened up heart knot....so i happiest goon in the world now...no more nursery to worry...no more parking woes...no more listening to customers' complains...no more stress...i would love to say HAPPY LIKE A FUCK!!! ;9)...."
I have decided like you "kua puah" everything and just hit the road with my kids and wife and moved here. Here got better seaside than the Tanjong Belayer and I have learnt bird (not the ones wif 'camel toe' pai seh borrow your words again) watching. So many types I also blur, can identify only like cockatoos, and kookaburras in my backyard. Weekends and school holidays are going for country drives, farm visits or just picnics. Just like you I love to eat...just love to eat. So eat and eat....some friends call me "bottomless pit"! Fortunately for me I did not "cracked" my molars! .... somemore don't have big spare tyre yet .. yes yet.Like I said in my post at your "POUR ALL YOUR PLANT PROBLEMS ONTO ME" thread, I eat 80% veggies and less meat most of the time.
Only thing is, sometimes I missed and think of my so call "squatter friends". They are my real buddys.
So literally what I'm doing now is, (pai seh, pai seh borrow your words again): ".....don;t ponder over the past, that's history. why worry about the future, it has yet to come. live now....this moment is what ur life is all about!..."http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=83628.295
And also I fully agree with what you said here: "....THE PAST IS HISTORY, NO POINT CRYING OR LAMENTING OVER IT, THE FUTURE IS YET TO COME, NO POINT FEARING OR PLANNING FOR IT, IT WILL TAKE CARE OF ITSELF....IT IS THIS PRESENT MOMENT THAT U R LIVING NOW...SO TREASURE THIS VERY MOMENT...treasure the people around u, the air that u breathe...the sight that u r enjoying...for u won't know what would happen next the moment u step out of ur door......
BE BRAVE AND PERSERVE. REMEMBER EVERY CLOUDS HAS A SILVER LINING..AND EVERY STORMS END WITH A BRIGHTER DAY....be positive and hopeful. take it as a spiritual training to strengthen urself for further endeavours...."
Those are very encouraging and stimulating statements!!
Anyway bro. you said : "....lee the biggst goon - :)" and you declared: " 'cos i m leetahsar, the biggest goon!"http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=83628.240
I'm sure you don't mean it. You definitely have enormously more wisdom and sanity than many stupid good-for-nothing 'toads' and 'tadpoles' in this world. I believe you possess and will very much treasure your self-esteem.
BTW sibeikang....literally translated: the very evil onesibeipine = ???? .... What issit?
Your dingdong brother ...robert lee or carrot lee .. & his a 4 yrs old (?) autustic boy has he got the DNA matched?
Look forward also to your : "....the ugly notorious chua sisters...mui hoong and is it bee hoong...."http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=83628.580Is this another story you will be posting soon?

From:
aussiebiz
2-Jan 11:40
To:
leetahsar
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83628.621 in reply to 83628.620
Dear Mr. Lee, Now 3.30 a.m. i think i've read most of your stories; ur kampong days, your carrot bro and his miri ger then his ipoh ger, how your stinking old man treated you and your carrot bro the story of your lesbo cousin now in fillipines and etc..etc..very tied to type more lah.....anywayz i think since your nursery biz were being bulldoz 4 times, and now thinking to shaving your head and join kong meng sua(?) monks, hv u tried writing all the stories commercially instead? I think it is a challenge u know. ok ok i book my ticket in advance here if you have the next story. Good night.

From:
leetahsar
2-Jan 17:05
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aussiebiz
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83628.623 in reply to 83628.621
thks aussiebiz. ur encouragement will definitely spur me to give u more of my very zany personal happenings. i m still hesitating should i start the story of my spider spirits infested horny devilish old man. at 70+ his itchy bloodbound is grossly fleas infested....really really itchy.
he rears a tribe of cheena mei mei spider spirits in HAAYDAI too. every month he has to go there at least once to donate his sperm but money is the real target the spider spirits there are after. and this lau han koo thought they were after his flesh....what flesh i always think? his 70+ staff??
give me sometime....maybe i just compile and reveal my very chummer than the 18 lotuses story that i face daily...from the lan han koo and also from mamalee who keeps on pressurising me to marry...and forget about the monky wannabe dream... but then again how to marry?
indo chiobu gf already charbok with freaking rich indo bf...me now actually sulking away quietly in one damp corner, u know....

From:
aussiebiz
3-Jan 07:14
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leetahsar
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83628.624 in reply to 83628.623
go ahead my brother lee (if I can address u thus).It is good for many forummers esp. the younger ones to know what REAL LIFE is all about. I am all ears for you ... and I think some regulars to this thread are waiting in the sidelines as well ...
Am half way preparing a post actually .... let me go and have dinner,and sort out nitty gritties and I'll post. No, this time not at 3.30a.m. again.

From:
leetahsar
3-Jan 07:32
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aussiebiz
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83628.625 in reply to 83628.624
u know aussieb...i was busy re arranging my blog...and it's driving me nuts...all the posting like all karang kabor...and drain all my brain juices...i tot of starting my devilish horny old man real romeo encounters...and how he made my mum, mamalee's life as hell as could be and mine too...sometime, i would like to re arrange his face so that even my dead gambling granny won't be able to recognise him.
i m truly grateful that i come to know PRAJNAPARAMITA HEART SUTRA...if not this bloody oLD man of mine would have either ended up many times in the hospital or should be hammered into a pulp by me already....
PRAJNAPARAMITA SUTRA states...and described about soh huei bo lou mi...which roughly translated means...the cosmic wisdom of being humiliated and harrassed. that would be me and my mum. it explained in our past lives we must have badly bullied my devilish horny old man. thus this life is paid back time to him for whatever wrong we did to him in our past lives...i try so many time to explain to mamalee...but only break down her stereo which would go into full blast and scream the daylight out of me...and the more i explain, the louder the stereo goes...so i guess in my past life, i must have also stereo blasted mamalee...that's why i m reaping the incessant stereo from her now...so funny, come to think of it.
i ve 2 units 3 rms pigeoholes...4 bedrooms, 2 halls, 2 kitchens, 1 bloody old man, 1 stereo mamalee....and now old man rented one room to a young matland chinese tenant...only 4 persons and yet everyday can quarrel over the slightest thing....
like when mama lee cooks rice, the freaking old man would demand porridge. if she cooks porridge, he would ask why the hell she cook porridge...and if she cooks both...then he wants noodles...can u see how freaking irritating my sadistic rolanto lee is.
every beginning of the month, he would ask for "protection" fees from all of us. as extra bonus, he also got the $300 rental from the young matland tenant. Then he would book bus ticket and off the next day he goes to HAAYDAI to donate his sperm and splurge on his brood of cheena mei mei spider spirits. shit! i m already starting to write my story unwittingly...ok...wait awhile, it's quite late now...i wasted so much time on the stupid blog. i guess i shall rest now and continue the story tomorrow.
stay tune....ROLANTO LEE, THE HAAYDAI SPIDER SPIRITS KEEPER

and aussieb replied a very very long post....i will do that in another 'cos the msg is "truncated".....er....meaning too lor soh....so i got to try and put it by its own....pai seh...i blur u know...i din even know how to "de-truncate" the msg....chiak lat!

From:
aussiebiz
2-Jan 11:40
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leetahsar
621 of 630

83628.621 in reply to 83628.620
Dear Mr. Lee, Now 3.30 a.m. i think i've read most of your stories; ur kampong days, your carrot bro and his miri ger then his ipoh ger, how your stinking old man treated you and your carrot bro the story of your lesbo cousin now in fillipines and etc..etc..very tied to type more lah.....anywayz i think since your nursery biz were being bulldoz 4 times, and now thinking to shaving your head and join kong meng sua(?) monks, hv u tried writing all the stories commercially instead? I think it is a challenge u know. ok ok i book my ticket in advance here if you have the next story. Good night.

From:
leetahsar
2-Jan 17:05
To:
aussiebiz
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83628.623 in reply to 83628.621
thks aussiebiz. ur encouragement will definitely spur me to give u more of my very zany personal happenings. i m still hesitating should i start the story of my spider spirits infested horny devilish old man. at 70+ his itchy bloodbound is grossly fleas infested....really really itchy.
he rears a tribe of cheena mei mei spider spirits in HAAYDAI too. every month he has to go there at least once to donate his sperm but money is the real target the spider spirits there are after. and this lau han koo thought they were after his flesh....what flesh i always think? his 70+ staff??
give me sometime....maybe i just compile and reveal my very chummer than the 18 lotuses story that i face daily...from the lan han koo and also from mamalee who keeps on pressurising me to marry...and forget about the monky wannabe dream... but then again how to marry?
indo chiobu gf already charbok with freaking rich indo bf...me now actually sulking away quietly in one damp corner, u know....

From:
aussiebiz
3-Jan 07:14
To:
leetahsar
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83628.624 in reply to 83628.623
go ahead my brother lee (if I can address u thus).It is good for many forummers esp. the younger ones to know what REAL LIFE is all about. I am all ears for you ... and I think some regulars to this thread are waiting in the sidelines as well ...
Am half way preparing a post actually .... let me go and have dinner,and sort out nitty gritties and I'll post. No, this time not at 3.30a.m. again.

From:
leetahsar
3-Jan 07:32
To:
aussiebiz
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83628.625 in reply to 83628.624
u know aussieb...i was busy re arranging my blog...and it's driving me nuts...all the posting like all karang kabor...and drain all my brain juices...i tot of starting my devilish horny old man real romeo encounters...and how he made my mum, mamalee's life as hell as could be and mine too...sometime, i would like to re arrange his face so that even my dead gambling granny won't be able to recognise him.
i m truly grateful that i come to know PRAJNAPARAMITA HEART SUTRA...if not this bloody oLD man of mine would have either ended up many times in the hospital or should be hammered into a pulp by me already....
PRAJNAPARAMITA SUTRA states...and described about soh huei bo lou mi...which roughly translated means...the cosmic wisdom of being humiliated and harrassed. that would be me and my mum. it explained in our past lives we must have badly bullied my devilish horny old man. thus this life is paid back time to him for whatever wrong we did to him in our past lives...i try so many time to explain to mamalee...but only break down her stereo which would go into full blast and scream the daylight out of me...and the more i explain, the louder the stereo goes...so i guess in my past life, i must have also stereo blasted mamalee...that's why i m reaping the incessant stereo from her now...so funny, come to think of it.
i ve 2 units 3 rms pigeoholes...4 bedrooms, 2 halls, 2 kitchens, 1 bloody old man, 1 stereo mamalee....and now old man rented one room to a young matland chinese tenant...only 4 persons and yet everyday can quarrel over the slightest thing....
like when mama lee cooks rice, the freaking old man would demand porridge. if she cooks porridge, he would ask why the hell she cook porridge...and if she cooks both...then he wants noodles...can u see how freaking irritating my sadistic rolanto lee is.
every beginning of the month, he would ask for "protection" fees from all of us. as extra bonus, he also got the $300 rental from the young matland tenant. Then he would book bus ticket and off the next day he goes to HAAYDAI to donate his sperm and splurge on his brood of cheena mei mei spider spirits. shit! i m already starting to write my story unwittingly...ok...wait awhile, it's quite late now...i wasted so much time on the stupid blog. i guess i shall rest now and continue the story tomorrow.
stay tune....ROLANTO LEE, THE HAAYDAI SPIDER SPIRITS KEEPER

and aussieb replied a very very long post....i will do that in another 'cos the msg is "truncated".....er....meaning too lor soh....so i got to try and put it by its own....pai seh...i blur u know...i din even know how to "de-truncate" the msg....chiak lat!