I can blame it on the lack of creative juices,
or the lack of exciting events
or blogger refusing to upload my all-typed-out exciting entries
but no
I'm just plain preoccupied with some other things.
Like the Malay Language.
wahahhahah. I see all of you groaning and moaning. So i wont be typing the Malay stuff here, but instead, at the other blog. One thing though, to all Malay speaking people, read this book Kiswah by Isa Kamari.
So anyway, met up with the other half yesterday. Decided to try out the rnb tudung look and see his reactions. You know, the one using long scarf and just tie it like a bandana and take both loose ends, wind it up, and put it to one side of the shoulder.
k u dun geddit. nvm.
The point is, as i was walking towards my busstop, i heard honking by the roadside. I turned and *voila* a middle aged malay man inside a lorry was honking and waving at me. ARGH. horrors of horrors. Like what the?
But, i shot a daggering glare at him, and trudged on.
Minahs stare. Other races studied me. er? I look funny isit?
So i took 178 to his estate, to pick him up. hahhaa. he had a leg injury in camp lah, so must give him support and pamper him once in a while.
Whilst walking towards his block, i heard another honking. Since i was in the middle of a road, i thought i was blocking a vehicle or something. So i turned to face it and
AGAIN the same incident occured. Wah im suay man. This time, two men, and they were saying "Cik adekk oii. Nak pegi mane tu??" Sheesh.
I mean, please lah old men. Realise that your house is saying goodbye, and the ground is welcoming you. Instead of disturbing us womenfolk, go to the Masjid and repent for your sins lah.
And get specs. Apparently since you're "interested" in me, you can't see properly either.
So anyway, i loitered around his void deck for a while, and sat down at a stone seat while waiting for him. 5 mins later he hobbled, yes hobbled, towards me.
He said "My maid saw you". haahhaha. Apparently we were wearing matching outfits so maybe the maid put two and two together. Also maybe since she had seen me before too.
So we proceeded to the Jurong East Library, where he had to wait for quite a while before i got my books. Sorrreeii.
Since we were both hungry, and he had 7 bucks in his pocket, and me 10 bucks in my cashcard, we headed to Delifrance. So we stood inline,him in front of me. When it was my turn, i suddenly asked "Is Cashcard accepted?".
Lucky i asked. It wasnt. I saved myself the embarrasment. Lesson learned? "DELI ACCEPTS ONLY CREDIT AND CASH." Ok? Got that? Good.
And inspect the soup of the day before you order. If its Campbell-soupish, or tom-yamish, by all means, buy it. If it looks like someone ate twisties and vomitted it out, then, it is vomit.
Sucks i tell you. The other half gave it to me, since i couldnt buy anything, but when i tasted it, i gave him back. He tasted it, grimaced, and we, or i, rather, ended up playing with it.
Playing with $3.75 worth of food. Not good.
Then we stopped over at Jurong West to take a look at handphones (no prizes for whoever guessed who wanted to do this). We entered this shop, and while negotiating, this pakcik rocker came in.
Long hair, boots, black shirt, tight jeans, the works.
And he sorta 'flirted' with me and kept looking at me.
ARRRGH. I WANT TO ATTRACT YOUNG GUYS NOT CIKOPEKS!
Damnit.
And oh. I got my period. wahhahahaa.
Which is good, and bad.
Bad because i'll have to tahan all the squelching and the uncomfort.
Good because i'll be able to go out before zuhur and come back after maghrib! hahahha. So happy.
All day long spending time at Esplenade/JE library/Bedok library(specialises in Sastera)/trip to Kampung Warisan Kampung Glam,
