♥ Thursday, February 07, 2008 ♥
The Mushroom Flood
7 February 2008
I'm so happy I could die.
I'm almost, almost drowning in the amount of mushrooms that were cooked during Chinese New Year. Oh, and of course I'm drowning in the fabulous food my mum prepared for Chinese New Year. I have a ...
Oh My God, Ee Leng just called and said that a car accident happened. My brother's car!! Something about how a couple who reeked of beer who drove a Mercedes (I think that's what Ee Leng said) suddenly zoomed past, and hit my brother's car which my uncle borrowed. Thank goodness nothing much happened, no injuries. But one of the car's lamps broke, I think.
Ee Leng told me that her father said that the couple looked rich (well, duh, unless the Mercedes was stolen), and at first they argued, and when Ee Leng's father wanted to call the police, the couple said that it was nothing much. Then suddenly the couple started scolding things like fuck, fuck and fuck, and denied that they damaged the car, and said that the car was damaged in the first place.
Like, what the FUCK???!
Want to make excuses, at least make some more reasonable excuses, can or not??
Never mind. Although I wasn't really a witness of the accident, I know that my brother's car was perfectly fine, no broken lamps or dents IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Stupid people. Since they drive a fucking Mercedes, can't they pay for a broken lamp?? Damn, some people are just so ... stupid.
At first I thought that they were teenagers because it's just the sort of thing that teenagers would do, denying that they did anything. But Ee Leng said that the people were middle-aged. Actually it makes no difference. They're still stupid.
My aunt worried that the two ... stupid people might come back at night and wreck the car, because she saw the Mercedes drove a huge round and came back to the accident location. At least, I think that's what Ee Leng said. At least Ee Leng has the sense to take photos. But who knows, the pictures might be a waste because it's not the actual picture of the accident, right?? The fucking people can still deny that they didn't do anything.
But hey, no worries. Not much anyway. I think it's totally obvious that they DID hit the car. Surely there would be the same, um, dents and, uh, maybe, just maybe, that some of the car paint was stuck on my brother's car.
Okay, I got that from the Nancy Drew books I used to read. He he.
Ee Leng said that the girl looked like a prostitute. Hah. Of course. OF COURSE. How totally right.
The guy went to a pub and drank lots of beer, then he met the slutty prostitute who walk around half naked and they both decided it was their lucky day, and he brought her to the most exclusive hotel in Penang, (why not, they drive a fucking Mercedes, don't they?) and they do whatever a guy and a girl alone do in a hotel room.
Eh. Wait. There could be another version of the story.
The guy brought his prostitute-like girlfriend to the club for Chinese New Year celebrations, and they both got drunk, and then the guy saw a hot and sexy club girl who danced like a ... club girl, and ditched his girlfriend, brought the girl home, and ... well, you know what happened.
Well anyway. Forget the mushrooms for now. I want to spend my time making up more versions of the story. I already have a few in mind, but they all have the same ending. Of course.
The STORIES of the Drunk, Sex-crazed Couple by budding teenage author Tan Juan, coming to the bookstores near you.
(Kind of got that from Gossip Girl books. He he.)
Take note : Stories, not story. Uh, not exactly sure about the sex crazed thing but they really were drunk.
Anyway. Going to climb a mountain tomorrow. Um, no, actually it's just a hill. Sigh. Have to sacrifice myself and exercise as hard as possible if I want to eat my Chocolate Fondue tomorrow with a clean mind and no nagging feeling about how fattening the fondue is, and therefore have to force myself to look some other way, trying to resist the yummy fondue.
=S
It's so hard being a girl, don't you think?? If I was a guy, I wouldn't have minded. Guys don't really care about their sizes. Most guys anyway.
Okay, whatever.
CRISIS!!!!
My eye bags and panda eyes are getting worse. Damn it. Why?? I've been sleeping for a longer time these days because it's the holidays, but the result is, my eyes look even more tired and baggy than before. I've slept from like, 1.30 a.m. to 9.30 a.m. Eight whole hours okay?? I normally sleep for 5 or 6 hours only!!!!
:(
I'm turning into an ugly old witch with dark eye rims, zits and warts on me face, and with humps on my back. AHHHH!!!!
* Go Back *
I'm so happy I could die.
I'm almost, almost drowning in the amount of mushrooms that were cooked during Chinese New Year. Oh, and of course I'm drowning in the fabulous food my mum prepared for Chinese New Year. I have a ...
Oh My God, Ee Leng just called and said that a car accident happened. My brother's car!! Something about how a couple who reeked of beer who drove a Mercedes (I think that's what Ee Leng said) suddenly zoomed past, and hit my brother's car which my uncle borrowed. Thank goodness nothing much happened, no injuries. But one of the car's lamps broke, I think.
Ee Leng told me that her father said that the couple looked rich (well, duh, unless the Mercedes was stolen), and at first they argued, and when Ee Leng's father wanted to call the police, the couple said that it was nothing much. Then suddenly the couple started scolding things like fuck, fuck and fuck, and denied that they damaged the car, and said that the car was damaged in the first place.
Like, what the FUCK???!
Want to make excuses, at least make some more reasonable excuses, can or not??
Never mind. Although I wasn't really a witness of the accident, I know that my brother's car was perfectly fine, no broken lamps or dents IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Stupid people. Since they drive a fucking Mercedes, can't they pay for a broken lamp?? Damn, some people are just so ... stupid.
At first I thought that they were teenagers because it's just the sort of thing that teenagers would do, denying that they did anything. But Ee Leng said that the people were middle-aged. Actually it makes no difference. They're still stupid.
My aunt worried that the two ... stupid people might come back at night and wreck the car, because she saw the Mercedes drove a huge round and came back to the accident location. At least, I think that's what Ee Leng said. At least Ee Leng has the sense to take photos. But who knows, the pictures might be a waste because it's not the actual picture of the accident, right?? The fucking people can still deny that they didn't do anything.
But hey, no worries. Not much anyway. I think it's totally obvious that they DID hit the car. Surely there would be the same, um, dents and, uh, maybe, just maybe, that some of the car paint was stuck on my brother's car.
Okay, I got that from the Nancy Drew books I used to read. He he.
Ee Leng said that the girl looked like a prostitute. Hah. Of course. OF COURSE. How totally right.
The guy went to a pub and drank lots of beer, then he met the slutty prostitute who walk around half naked and they both decided it was their lucky day, and he brought her to the most exclusive hotel in Penang, (why not, they drive a fucking Mercedes, don't they?) and they do whatever a guy and a girl alone do in a hotel room.
Eh. Wait. There could be another version of the story.
The guy brought his prostitute-like girlfriend to the club for Chinese New Year celebrations, and they both got drunk, and then the guy saw a hot and sexy club girl who danced like a ... club girl, and ditched his girlfriend, brought the girl home, and ... well, you know what happened.
Well anyway. Forget the mushrooms for now. I want to spend my time making up more versions of the story. I already have a few in mind, but they all have the same ending. Of course.
The STORIES of the Drunk, Sex-crazed Couple by budding teenage author Tan Juan, coming to the bookstores near you.
(Kind of got that from Gossip Girl books. He he.)
Take note : Stories, not story. Uh, not exactly sure about the sex crazed thing but they really were drunk.
Anyway. Going to climb a mountain tomorrow. Um, no, actually it's just a hill. Sigh. Have to sacrifice myself and exercise as hard as possible if I want to eat my Chocolate Fondue tomorrow with a clean mind and no nagging feeling about how fattening the fondue is, and therefore have to force myself to look some other way, trying to resist the yummy fondue.
=S
It's so hard being a girl, don't you think?? If I was a guy, I wouldn't have minded. Guys don't really care about their sizes. Most guys anyway.
Okay, whatever.
CRISIS!!!!
My eye bags and panda eyes are getting worse. Damn it. Why?? I've been sleeping for a longer time these days because it's the holidays, but the result is, my eyes look even more tired and baggy than before. I've slept from like, 1.30 a.m. to 9.30 a.m. Eight whole hours okay?? I normally sleep for 5 or 6 hours only!!!!
:(
I'm turning into an ugly old witch with dark eye rims, zits and warts on me face, and with humps on my back. AHHHH!!!!
* Go Back *
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
10:49 PM
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