Seven random facts/travel/life experiences about me during the yester years:
1. I can only raise my left brow. As for the right one, its like.. paralysed? It stays there lifeless as if it has nothing to do with my face. And I can't roll my tongue.
2. My close friends and the boyfriend will be super alert whenever I shopped at the glassware section or any place where fragile things are placed (they called it the "KING'S DANGER ZONE"), I'll be asked to keep my hands to myself and forbid to touch anything.
If I want to see anything, all I need to do is to point at it. They'll take it down, rotate 360 degrees till I say put it back or buying it.
See, special treatment for the "King".
3. I HATE WASHING DISHES! Anything other than that, no problem. My favorite house chore (if I have to pick one) will be empty the dustbin. What dirty and smelly? Its the simplest and quickest leh! I sibeh smart okay.
4. I (think I) have the talent for cooking. Even though I seldom cook, my food never taste yucky. My first attempt will always turn out to be the best because that is when I really put effort in it. And, after I'd succeeded in one recipe, I feel reluctant to cook it for the second, thrid, forth time. I just don't want to spoil my perfect record. Hehehehe.
5. Both my parents are Foochow, so now you know where my loud voice comes from. But I can't speak Foochow well, only the basic and it gives my cousins stomach ache (laugh too hard). AND I HATE PEOPLE CALLING ME OR MY MUM "KA-LIU-PO" or say to me "KA-LIU-KING-KWANG-TA-PA-LIU", whatever that means.... Its not funny you moron!
6. Sorry to say but, I'm NOT a cat lover. I think cats are annoying and super-manja. Or maybe because those stray cats keep poo-ing on my mum's flowers and jump on to my car roof leaving paw prints everywhere on my car.
Anyone has tips on "How to keep cats away from car and plant?".
7. I secretly (more like seriously) think that I can be a super hostess like Xiao-S (Xu Xi Di) if I'm born in Taiwan.
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Remember I told you about having a really weird encounter last Monday while eating chicken rice at the Simpur stalls?
Vicky and I were having lunch when there's this woman.. auntie... che-che? (if she's still single.. I don't know lar) walked pass me, stared at my plate and shrieked, "DRUMSTICK!"
I tried not to look at her because she made no sense to me. I mean, where got people look into other people food and feel so happy for what he/she eats? I thought to myself just ignore her and continue eating.
The she stood beside our table and asked,
"Miss, can I have your drumstick?".
. . . . . with a really weird smile on her face. She scared me.
>_< "Can, but after I finish eating ah.", I replied politely.
She told me she can wait and there's no need for me to rush. But the thing is, she didn't walk away! She freaking stood there and stared at me eating!
Excuse me auntie, didn't you know it's rude to look at people while eating? Clearly not. How stupid of me to ask.
I looked up at her then looked at Vicky hinting her that is that auntie cuckoo? Vicky said to me, "I'm not gonna eat faster just because she's waiting though." Fair enough, it was her who wanted the bones from me, why should I rush myself to finish?
I have this problem, I don't like people to wait for me.Weird Auntie was still staring at me, or my drumstick I don't know. Then she asked me casually, "Where you work ah?".
If I know someone is waiting for my parking at the back, I'll rush myself to reverse and let the next person park. I just don't know why some people can just bear to see the long queue behind waiting for him/her to get moving. I HATE people who spend more than 3 minutes to move in/ out from parking space.
I was having this angel and devil fight in my heart.
A) Angle-me, answer her honestly because she did nothing wrong.
B) Devil-me, look at her fiercely and yell "None of your business" because she's really getting on my nerves.
Sigh... I'm such a loser.
I answered her but gave her a look that I was a bit annoyed by her and wished that she could give us some peace by not standing beside our table and staring at my piece of drumstick, or my cute face (LOL!).
Yeah finally! She got the hint! She walked away!
. . . and came back every 2 minutes, checking if I'd finished my food already or not.
While I was chewing my last piece of chicken and spit out the bone, she took out the plastic bag and standby liao. Asked, "Miss, you finish eating liao hor?", I wonder if she got see me nod my head or not, because she terus took away my plate and empty the bones into her self-prepared plastic bag.
What the heck?
Feeling puzzled by her act, I asked the hawker there if the weird auntie always come to this area and ask for bones. The hawker told me that whenever she saw customer eating, she'll go ask for bones. But I guess there's nothing they can do to her since she didn't do anything wrong pun.
Still, auntie... (if you know how to surf and stumble on to my blog seeing you as the main "actress" here), no need xing-ku (kasian) minta-minta like that, just tell the hawkers that you want bones, they will give you one.
Maybe its for your baby cats or dogs I don't know lar, but.... do spare some feelings for those you cause awkwardness to.
The Weird Auntie