Wednesday, January 24, 2007


arghh.
work today.
but i had this horrible cold thing.
and i was like drippy nosed the whole day.
urghh.

girlfriend came to visit me
at work today.
along with with zhiyi.
and her friend.
haha.
who spilled coke on the floor!!!
hahaha.
and know what,
the cloth that i used to wipe the coke,
and was too lazy to rinse?
ya i saw my second in charge using it
later on to wipe the mirrors and
fixtures.
like uh ohh.
haha.

sticky mirrors , and sugary fixtures.


oh wells.
too bad...
i'm not going to be helpful
and go the extra mile
by wiping eevrything again.
HAHAH.

oh did i mention.
i left work early.
i was feeking kinda bad towards the end
of the day.
so i decided to go home.
i think she didnt believe me when i said i
was going home to rest.
well.
but i am at home.
and i'm resting what.
someone has trust issues.

ohh, did i mention.
i happened to be there the day
my father and uncle decieded to
talk about me having a boy friend.
the converstaion when something like this:

aunt: so sara, heard you came home late yesterday. what time?
me: err.. 4?
dad: four?! i thought you said three?
me: umm, no, i said i'd take a cab at three.
(dad raises eyebrows at me in a fierce way)
(i pretend to be busy scooping mee siam)

aunt: wow. i never had a curfew of 3 am. never even dreamt of it at your age!
(i give a "heee..." and a weak smile)

grandma: how you go home?
me: err. my friend drive me home.
grandma: woah. who?? boyfriend ah?
me: no......
grandma: you got boyfriend ah?!
me: no la.. (irritated)

dad: if she gets a boyfriend... i'm going to beat that fella up.
(clears his throat then continues)

dad: and i'm going to call my brother, and we're going to beat him up together.

(uncle laughs)

dad:.. and dont think i'm finished with him. i'm going to call all my indian friends,
and we're going to beat that fucker.

(i scoop more mee siam.)

uncle: i know la! we ask him come for dinner, say welcome him into the family all. then we bring him to one corner, and whack him.

(everyone starts laughing)

(except me)

.....


thats kinda like it.
there was a little bit more after that.
but you kinda get the drift.
i have this nasty feeling that
i'll die an old maid.

and who's to be blamed?

welcome to the teo family.

freaks, all of us.

oh wells.
thats all.
tune in to the next episode
for another snippet of the teo family.

byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.



if you say, good bye today.
i'd asked you to be true.
cos the hardest part of this is,
leaving you.

spoke at : 5:59 AM

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