Shaken, not stirred; a bloody battlefield.
As dictated by Faranza Syns
Went to Tesco yesterday. A detour before going on the hunt for The Pearl.
Okay, one thing I would never, ever want to do during a weekend, is go to Tesco. Or even Carrefour (people, it's pronounced "kar-fur". In a French accent complete with the hagging and gagging and choking. It is not care-four. If I hear anyone say care-four again, I will commit mass murder and make an international statement.)
Tesh-ko =3
lisps are so adorable.
Anyways, I went to Tesco with Ma. The place was like a bloody battlefield. You can't manoeuvre your trolley without hitting anyone. And I mean bloody.
Ma ditched me for a while to look for tomatoes. I never knew tomatoes took a higher precedence over me. I feel shattered. And so, I was standing beside this whole pile of veggies, with the trolley. And then, somehow, a whole flock of people came where I was standing, trying to move their trolleys to cross to the other aisle. What annoys me is the fact that none of them seem to have the common courtesy to even move this particular trolley that had been pushed into the middle of the cross-fire. So there they were, pushing against each other, and the poor, poor trolley was stuck in the middle. At the same time, everyone else was stuck as well. Until someone finally gave way. Serves you whole lot bloody right.
Mere seconds before the battle of kiasu-ness.
Then, after the place was cleared up a bit, Ma came back. Then smiled, and went away again. I was like... 0_O... Ma!
It's very uncomfortable standing at a place where there suddenly happens a Battle of The Trolleys. You feel like moving, but then, you're stuck. So you just stand there, making apologetic faces (although you're not entirely the one causing the whole thing) while wishing you'd be anywhere but there.
After a while, Ma came back. And I once again try to push the trolley through the dense crowd. Bloody tough. And then, we moved to the wet section of Tesco.
Makanan Laut.
The bloody thing was like water. I might as well have bought chocolate milk or something.
Then, we went to Mehraj to but The Pearl.
Ma found the book for me. Haha. I suck at looking for books. When it matters, that is.
Membina Unggul Lelaki. Cue: LAUGH.
I want want want. Although, the chances of me reading it is null.
Interesting.
It starts with this.
And then this.
One day. One day, I promise you.
And if not criminology, this'll do, too.
Ewwww... cakar harimau?
I know I read sex in every sentence, but that's just ew.
Bought a dictionary. And a Proverb Dictionary. Muahx, Ma, I LOVE YOU!
..... I'm the only girl who goes hyper over proverb dictionaries, aren't I?
Priceless.
I wanna go to the University of Teesside. But that's a dream so far I don't think my soul can reach.
*takes deep breath*
I want to go there. I'll do my best. Fuck, I just hope I don't break down half-way.
Is there a chance that there might be
traces of her that you carry
under the surface?
Okay, one thing I would never, ever want to do during a weekend, is go to Tesco. Or even Carrefour (people, it's pronounced "kar-fur". In a French accent complete with the hagging and gagging and choking. It is not care-four. If I hear anyone say care-four again, I will commit mass murder and make an international statement.)
Tesh-ko =3
lisps are so adorable.
Anyways, I went to Tesco with Ma. The place was like a bloody battlefield. You can't manoeuvre your trolley without hitting anyone. And I mean bloody.
Ma ditched me for a while to look for tomatoes. I never knew tomatoes took a higher precedence over me. I feel shattered. And so, I was standing beside this whole pile of veggies, with the trolley. And then, somehow, a whole flock of people came where I was standing, trying to move their trolleys to cross to the other aisle. What annoys me is the fact that none of them seem to have the common courtesy to even move this particular trolley that had been pushed into the middle of the cross-fire. So there they were, pushing against each other, and the poor, poor trolley was stuck in the middle. At the same time, everyone else was stuck as well. Until someone finally gave way. Serves you whole lot bloody right.
Mere seconds before the battle of kiasu-ness.
It's very uncomfortable standing at a place where there suddenly happens a Battle of The Trolleys. You feel like moving, but then, you're stuck. So you just stand there, making apologetic faces (although you're not entirely the one causing the whole thing) while wishing you'd be anywhere but there.
After a while, Ma came back. And I once again try to push the trolley through the dense crowd. Bloody tough. And then, we moved to the wet section of Tesco.
Makanan Laut.
I saw this one whole pile of bloodied fish. Really cool. Then, one kid said this: "Ikan ni semua tak mandi ke?"
HAHAHAHA. Cute. How cute.
While I was waiting, once again, for Ma, I saw a girl, 11-13 years-old tops, climb into the trolley her mother was pushing. I was like "People still do that?"
Of course, I couldn't take the picture just then. They'll think I'm crazy.
And so I got it later on.
There!
HAHAHAHA. Cute. How cute.
While I was waiting, once again, for Ma, I saw a girl, 11-13 years-old tops, climb into the trolley her mother was pushing. I was like "People still do that?"
Of course, I couldn't take the picture just then. They'll think I'm crazy.
And so I got it later on.
There!
Okay, she may look small, but she's not. Haha. And OMG, the dude was looking at me. I swear, he had been staring at me for quite a while. Eeee, jangan perasan la. I won't take a picture of you even if it were the apocalypse upon us.
Once we were done, we checked out the items and went to get my mom's reading glasses. Then, I went to buy some ice-blended chocolate.
Bloody hell, I was cheated.
Once we were done, we checked out the items and went to get my mom's reading glasses. Then, I went to buy some ice-blended chocolate.
Bloody hell, I was cheated.
The bloody thing was like water. I might as well have bought chocolate milk or something.
Then, we went to Mehraj to but The Pearl.
Ma found the book for me. Haha. I suck at looking for books. When it matters, that is.
Membina Unggul Lelaki. Cue: LAUGH.
I want want want. Although, the chances of me reading it is null.
Interesting.
It starts with this.
And then this.
One day. One day, I promise you.
And if not criminology, this'll do, too.
Ewwww... cakar harimau?I know I read sex in every sentence, but that's just ew.
Bought a dictionary. And a Proverb Dictionary. Muahx, Ma, I LOVE YOU!
..... I'm the only girl who goes hyper over proverb dictionaries, aren't I?
Priceless.
****
I wanna go to the University of Teesside. But that's a dream so far I don't think my soul can reach.
*takes deep breath*
I want to go there. I'll do my best. Fuck, I just hope I don't break down half-way.
Is there a chance that there might be
traces of her that you carry
under the surface?
2 comments:
Oh Shiiiat , cakar harimau ?? porno worno ! haahaaha .. my mum pun will always leave me with the trolley at the veggie section when she nak beli ikan ;P haahaha ..
Youko: Haha. I swear, masa I nak tangkap gambar tht book, my mom was like, "ok, jom balik!" and my bloody phone was lagging, x nak masuk camera mode (the stupid thing about PocketPC. haha). So I was like standing in front of the book, waiting for my phone to load the Camera mode. Then, I saw my mom dah jauh dah, so I snapped aje.
And yes, it's pretty much like porno worno. XD haha
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