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Thursday, November 12, 2009, 12:55 PM
"How in the hell did he know I love purple!?" I swear if he could hear my heart scream, he'd be very honoured to confer such a fine bonsela. Not that I could do anything with a takraw ball, anyway. A purple takraw ball. What on earth could I do with a takraw ball? I hate Sepak Takraw. Plus, it was purple. And it reminds me of a gay dinosaur. Who cares? NEXT. I sprained my ankle last evening during endurance practice. And the least I could do was to wallow in self pity by the side, overwhelmed in envy when the rest were having fun skipping. Dang. Fat luck, I guess. I'm craving for two things right now. Ice-cream, and Fried Fish Soup. Plus a good movie. Okay, that makes it three. If there were any takers, I'd say I already have one punter who's very much willing. Any others? Next week, on Wednesday? *rubs palms* I had Chicken Rice last night. There's this Makcik Rongak in my queue (well, actually there's just the two of us anyway) who had made her order before me. And since I came later, I thought I had to wait for mine. Ostensibly, this (insert any depressing adjective) aunty made way for me instead. I had to smile. I was thoroughly disturbed by her rotting set of teeth of which I kept looking at because it was inevitable, but I just got to smile because she was extremely kind. I was just cautious if I could make out a wiggling maggot coming out from her gums. Makcik Rongak: Abang, kasi adik nie dulu bang. *smiles* Seller: Kasi adik nie eh. Kenapa? Adik lapar ye? Me: *gave the most convincing pout* A'aaaaaa. Lapaaaaaaarrrr~. Makcik Rongak and Seller: Alah kesian diaaa... Seller: Boy, nasi ayam untuk adik nie cepat. Kesian dia. Me: *giggles* Mmmmmm. *pout pout pout pout* Makcik Rongak: Kesian dia lapar. Kasi dia dulu meh. Kasi dia. Saya punya nanti. Boy preparing my Chicken Rice: Ketawa adik nie eh. Lapar eh dikkk....adik puuunnnnn lapar. Okay, I didn't understand that, but I got my freaking Chicken Rice first anyway. *LAUGHS* You know, sometimes it works when you slur a monosyllable, giving the most convincingly pathetic look to any bloody sod. It helped that I got a limp, too. *LAUGHS* My day ended with Iced Milo. Alright no, a grapefruit. No. I think it was Kiwi-flavoured Nata De Coco. Or was it the hotdog? Argh. I ended my day with a deep sleep. That's all. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton |
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