New B*tch

I was standing in front of my gate when I saw a head hiding behind my car popping out sideways. I was only away from home for three days! THREE DAYS! And I have a new addition to my family...



My daddy adopted a new bitch female dog!

A new pet of course comes with a new name. I was on the phone with Bean asking him what suggestions he could think off.

Bean: Ermmm... What about Pat?
Me: Don't want lar... Sounds like pet pet!

Bean: Then ar... Kat lar...
Me: Huh? She's a dog. NOT a cat!!!!

Bean: Fish??
Me: Stop naming every animal on Earth!!

Bean: Okay... okay... I know! Kit Ling!!!
Me: WHAT???? ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY I'M A B*TCH????!!!!!!

P/S: My mummy named her as 'Gigi'.

Off To An Island

Sun, Beach and Bean.

Bliss...

Oily? Radiant?

Bean: Why your skin looks oily-oily one?
Me: *smack*
Bean: What??
Me: Is RADIANT!
Bean: Okayyyyyy..... Fineeeee!

Men and vocabulary. *Tsk* *Tsk*

How To Pump Air Into A Tyre?

Hmmm... the tyre was pretty out of air. I never pumped air into my car tyres before. It has always been my daddy who does it for me. Well, I did drive the car to the petrol station this time and pumped the air into the tyre by myself! Actually I wanted to avoid my dad scolding, "You ar... never take care of your car!". To be honest... I don't even wash my car. =P

I am not too sure I did it the right way.

This was what I did.

1) Checked that the rear tyre needs 220kPa. There is usually a label stuck at the side of the panel next to the driver's seat that you could see after you open the door!

2) Plus and minus sign on that air pump machine. I pushed the (+) sign till it reaches 220kPa.

3) Unscrewed the tiny cap of the tyre's pin.

4) Pushed the air pump pin into the tyre's pin.

5) Suddenly the pressure of the air pump dropped till 60kPa. Errrr... Don't care and continued pushing the air pump pin.

6) *ting* *ting* *ting* The indicator of the air pump machine blinking at 220kPa. I assumed it meant that the tyre is at the right pressure?

7) Screwed back the tiny cap.

8) Drove off.

Did I do it the right way??

Whatever lar... The tyre isn't flat now and the car is still moving. Daddy not complaining too!

Mission accomplished!

Wing Rush

By chance I was there to take some sauces but as I saw the tray approaching, I innocently reached out for a plate intending to walk over to fetch a few pieces. I could hear the intensity of the screeches of the chair rising back of my ear. As I turn my head to look up, a huge crowd was charging towards the tray. Millions of hands were pawing at each other not giving a single sense of sympathy. Their claws were all out! Their eyes were burning with fire! I did not dare to move a millimetre. I was shocked! I was stunned! I was petrified! I could not freaking believe what I was witnessing in front of my eyes. In a split second, the tray was emptied.

I was told about this. But I wasn't told it was till this extent!

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FOR THIS????!!!! Someone slap me and bring me back to reality! SLAP ME PLEASEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The irony about this was those chicken wings did not taste superbly great!

On the second round there were people who actually stood there for fifteen minutes WITH PLATES waiting for the chicken wings! But I swear to God nothing beats my man.

The chicken wings came out fresh from the kitchen and everybody was once again ho-ha over it. Once again jumping out from their seats. Once again rushing towards it. Once again grabbing the chicken wings as though there was no tomorrow. My Bean was so in style, he was STROLLING across the other end of the room to the far left whereas everybody else was running! *roll eyes* He still had time to look back at me giving me the 'do-you-want-it?' look. Not only that... he still had time to give me back another 'okay-I-will-get-it-for-you-since-you-want-it' look. So there he was strolling across the room with NO plate in his hand. Everybody else had a plate readied! He slumberly took a plate and STILL managed to grab two pieces! Oh... and his actual intention was to get some ice cream at the other end of the room!

I super damn char dou lor!

The people sitting next to our table did not even manage to grab a piece eventhough they jumped out from the seat and rushed to the tray! The next round they stood there way earlier bringing their plates and own scoops along!

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Seriously!