xiii: you said move on (where do i go)

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date: Monday, November 30, 2009
time:12:15 AM

Relatives came over today. Had a sort of house warming kind of thing. And I think I can be a professional liar coming out with all sorts of fucking excuses. Alright, so dinner after that. Uber funny, talk about being paiseh and they made me practice-.-

so the conversation goes...

my uncle (ask the waitress) : eh, ask her whether she wanna eat fruit anot leh.

waitress : *silence/laugh* We never sell fruits one.

my uncle (ask me) : so what should you say?

me : LOL. She say never sell what.

my uncle : Ask her whether she want dessert anot leh.

waitress : You want dessert?

me : Need money?

waitress : need la.

me : then I dont want.

LOLOL. And my uncle did the exact same thing before me. The waitress laugh like mad. Omg. She must be thinking, they think this one coffee shop ar. Wth man. Uber paiseh.

Chongpang for some shopping, then home sweet home. And stupid things never stop happening. Never judge a book by its cover. Now I know.

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