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I Am Superficial.
Sunday, September 07, 2008, 16:02
Then I was like thinking, 'Huh? Skinny jeans and slippers? With those cap, either too big or too small or what, that just refuse to fit the head? And the noise from the phone.'

*shake head*

'What's the world coming to? This can't do.'

So I finally muster all my courage and went up to him, him with the cigarette half-hanging-half-dropping between his lips.

"Excuse me, can you lower the volume from your phone?"

"You got problem is it? I like loud music, what you want to do? Not happy is it? Go away lah."

"Ermm. I can see that everyone is unhappy and irritated."

"You can see I bey-song not? Lim-peh ask you to siam you better siam. Count to five, you haven't disappear, you die."

I stood rooted there, for god knows what reason.

"Five, four,"

My leg still refuse to move.

"three,"

"two,"

*long pause*

"one."

He stood up and punched my face.






Ernest