ThE cOw AnD i

Somehow, i have been afflicted by bouts of Aunti-nism over the past few days, on top of unusually weird problems.

Let's just start by saying that my mum had just spoken with the "warning" eye-voice combo, after i lamented about her impatience. You see, she had given Mr. Soh 1 mooncake which was frozen. Over the next 1 hour was incessent asking about how it tasted. I mean, if you mean to give people something, please do not force it down their throat. Pissed, i exclaimed over how it was possible to demand people eat immediately what she gave. Kaoz, start of brewing trouble. Before u see the last of me, i should just note it down.

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Yesterday night i had a "trying to be funny" dinner.

Me: "Uncle, mee pok,不要辣椒。米粉，不要ba chor (minced pork), 两碗都三块的"
Uncle: (Looks at me) "Mee, pok.."
Me: " 不要辣椒.."
Uncle: "米粉..."
Me: "不要ba chor..."

Then, i repeated myself (Slower speed and smiling):

Me: "mee pok,不要辣椒。米粉，不要ba chor... 两碗都三块"


Later, my order came. 米粉, PURE ba chor. DISMAY was the word.

Me: "我不要还钱了。你给。" (Passes all the money to Mr. Soh)
Me: (To Mr. Soh) "I give u all my ba chor ok...(1 sec later)...HUH...Like that i eat NOTHING leh..."

Mr. Soh: "Then change lo...I help you..."

Next came MEE KIA, with chilli. HORRIFIED. Mr. Soh had not felt well yesterday, so by right, it was to be a no chilli dinner for him. But, the uncle walked away with reluctance (to get my order changed) just as i contemplated changing his bowl instead, since he had a more valid reason.

BUT, the uncle got scolded quite badly by his boss la. Furthermore, he was a bit different from normal people perhaps, and asking him to change the second bowl would be making things worse for him ba...ABCD. Perhaps, i should have just relied on my gut feeling and waited for the boss to come before making my order. So, dinner was not so nice...with Mr. Soh and I squabbling over 2 screwed noodle orders.

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Yesterday morning was more trying...

FIRST BLOUT OF AUNTI-NISM:

I boarded 151 and sat in front of 2 aunties. Not that i minded that, but, they were talking all over the place non-stop. KNS. I was trying to sleep ok. And they talked like machine guns. In addition, they put their hand on the seat handles all the while during the journey, all the way until NUS. So it was talking at CLOSE PROMIXITY. In short, i cant stand noise, especially during rainy weathers with a lot of people. Except myself. Self-centered hor...hahhaa...

Dunno y leh, complain once in a while, wanna machine guns once in a blue moon, i am perfectly fine with that. Complain a lot, also ok. Just don't complain about the same thing OVER and OVER again, and make 100 mountains out of a molehill, or should it be an ant hill?

Sometimes i really don't understand. They scold the young for being inconsiderate, the old for nagging. Shouldnt they then be the most worldly wise? At times, i find that they are "1-D", or one-dimensional. Sometimes, they give me the feeling that, this can only be done one way, and only one way. The way to go about doing it, must be EXACTLY what they imagine. Else, you are wrong. Strange. There are 2 ways to go around a circle with the same starting point, isnt it?

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Today afternoon

SECOND BOUT OF AUNTI-NISM:

End of nice and interesting wednesday's afternoon lecture. In place of Dr. Interesting was Mrs. Incessent Noise, a pregnant mother of 2 kids...Argh...AGAIN!!! WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN! AUNTI-NISM is alive and propagating, hot on my heels!

Mrs. Noise: