Not Fun Anymore

The terrorist holds himself hostage. Saddam Hussein kills his own kind.

It’s WAR.

Bring it on.

This happened a few days ago. We were sitting at the foodcourt and I was eating and all, with friends.

(Me, munching, looking around, as usual, talking abit here and there.)

Me: (stares at friend)………Oiiii!! Why are you staring at people’s butt!!??? Omg!!

Innocent friend: *startled*Turned to look at me* Hah?!?!? Where got??? yerrr……I’m not staring at his butt la…..I’m looking at the roti canai fella la……. (T_T)       *shoots me a killer stare*

Me: Oh, ok. Whatever you say…..   *continues eating*

It was actually somebody with his back facing her, waiting for his roti canai to cook. I swear it was that direction she was looking at. mUAHAHAHAHAH!!

One of the damn classic funny things me and my bro blurted out over these few weeks. We are meanies, you've been warned.

1. The tale of the fatty lover.

A car pulled up in front of our postbox and straightaway our heads turned. We were working on our computers and we have quite a clear view of the front gate, if we want to. So, a fatty( from hereon should be known as fei mui) lady, about 20-ish came out of the car, but seemed hesitant. I think she wasn't sure if our house was the right house. After getting in and out from her car, after much assurance from her passenger, she dropped something into our letterbox. But before that, we managed to make up stupid stuff. When the car first stopped, our conversation started.

Me: Eh, who's that ah? Your friend ah?

Bro: hmm?? dunno ler, not my friend la.

(pause for about 3 seconds, when fei mui got off her car)

Bro: Must be the fei mui got love letter for me la. She shouldn't have la. See, so 'guai shu'. Like wanna post donwanna post liddet.

Me: uhh…(stared at him …………and finally guffawed) 

*guai shu- thief-like, stealthy

(at this point, we laughed like shit already, stifling it a bit as not to wake my parents up from their nap and yeah, not to let the fei mui hear it.)

then the fei mui left.

Me: *wiping some tears away* Oi, go get your love letters la.

Bro: umm… wait ah, got something more to do. (stares back at computer)

Me: Oi, faster la. I wanna know what she wrote la…..

Bro: ………………….Okok….(went off)

After that, we were met with disappointment. Not only because it's not a love letter, they are a bunch of letters meant for us, some opened up. Apparently, our mail has been redirected to the housing developer's address(Kar Sin). And particularly, my bro's graduate confirmation letter has lost its envelope and bore the signs of handling (i.e. abit creased). But luckily they reached us alright. Thieves, reading other's letters like that.

But I had a hard laugh.

Will, post others when I can finally recall the stories.