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--> the imperfect perfectionist


*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

*fellow bloggers *

:: kyle ::
:: azrul ::
:: liyana ::
:: arfin ::
:: zak ::
:: naz ::
:: jason ::
:: monkey ::
:: wei tin ::
*hunts *

:: blogskins ::
:: hotmail ::
:: friendster ::
:: deviantart ::
:: tickle ::
:: youtube ::





Sunday, August 06, 2006

I love Saturdays and Sundays.

That's when i usually play soccer but one thing that makes my weekends super-dee-duper are afternoons with Wheatgrain. She's so much fun to be with and talk to. Even though i've only known her for about 5 weeks with ten meetings altogether, i really clicked with her; especially her wicked sense of humour. Today, i met her and had great time poking fun at her. I hope she doesn't mind. She reminds me of someone. Shh... Shan't say who.

Anyways, after our crap at the McDonalds, met up with Sandra and Gen to get polo tees at Eastpoint. See la, because of you all, gotta burn bigger hole in my pocket. But nehmind, I love the tee i bought. Well, still have to go exchange at TM tmr, but hell. It fits snug. Hehe.

And you know Gen, i'm still pissed with that bubble tea shop aunty. The attitude damn fucked up, i tell you. I'd slap her asshole left, right and centre if you had told me earlier what she said in Mandarin. But then again, I wouldn't want to have any contact at all with her asshole, bloody or not. Errrgh!

Since you all don't know what i'm talking about, let me explain. This is about the fucked up bubbletea shop (BTS) aunty and her equally fucked up attitude la. It's situated right outside Eastpoint. Usually, some other ladies attended to the shop. But suay suay, she attended today. Anyways, I had already paid for my bubble tea and Gen's with $3 cash. Total was $2.70. So i expect a change of $0.30 right? I don't expect a thank you or a smile, since her face also look like should be langgar by shit truck la, but at least return back the change la.

But the seriously fucked up aunty look here and there, all the way to the back, searching for the 'boy' who paid her the $3. I had already passed Gen the drinks then. She was standing beside me, mind you. Not way off to the stone benches or hiding behind the pillars. So i stood like a gondu, waiting for the change. Then this BTS aunty just returned the change to the cash register and called to the person next in line. I say la...

Me: Eh aunty. I gave you $3. Total $2.70 right? Oreo chocolate; $1.50 and peach blend; $1.20. Where's the 30 cents?

BTS aunty: *babbles in Mandarin*

Me: *turns to Gen for help*

Gen: *babbles off in Mandarin as well* ( I got to know later that she was trying as hard to be as polite as possible)

Since i understand Mandarin to get along by, I understood the aunty la. She said that the 'boy' who gave her the money just walked off without the change. (Or something like that to that effect) Then she looked at ME and said that I don't want the change. She said some other stuff which i didn't understand until later.

WTF!!!

Gen argued that we were the same people and until i pried the drinks from Gen to my hand, (cuz the aunty said that i wasn't holding the drinks) the aunty then gave the change.

*!@$&%)@#*#$!@&#%_#^$~!!!!

Already got a lot of people queueing up and they all staring. Hmph! Was so angry, i scolded in chinese la... Then that stoopid Gen go and laughed cuz i sounded so funny with my slang and tone. But anyways, i vow never to patronise that shop even though their oreo chocolate ice blend is really nice. Kanasai man.

If Mum hadn't thought me good manners and karma, I would have taken out my thesauraus of bad swearword (since my vocab of swearwords not really as wide as other people) and scolded her upside down inside out. Kanasai.

Oh and before that ugly scene, i saw Cikgu Hidayah in Eastpoint with a friend. Actually was walking behind her. What caught my attention was that there was this Hyundai show display and she "lovingly" stroked her hand against the yellow Hyundai Getz when she walked past it. Haha. She very the funny la. Wanted to say hi but afraid she would have already forgotten me. They went in and took the escalator while we went to the first level to search for the tee. Wanted to msg Faiz that i saw her, but thought it would be insignificant in her already very much significant and very busy life.

So, tomorrow, i'm meeting Wheatgrain again. More crap but she warned me that she'll tekan me more tomorrow since we crapped a lot today. Crap.

And that's all for my day today. Fun the older brother too. Finally uploaded the wedding pictures too. Dimples aplenty. Haha. Oh and the little pain in the neck of my little brother had another lapse of fits again on Thursday. In school again too. And strangely, i got scolded for that by Mum. My fault? I don't understand her sometimes.

Anyhows... Goodnight.


And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Yanee

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