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Friday, October 27, 2006
i suppose to be posting on friendship as everybody is. but i cant get the pictures properly yet. so.. yeah.

just now at dinner time, i was being annoyingly contradictive to my siblings. it is normally my responsibility to get out the soup. mainly because i wont allow anyone else to do it. later they dont part out evenly or didnt get the soup hot enough or something. anyways.. because it was boiling, we sat down to pray first la, for the food. then my grandma got up to part the soup. since i was kinda lazy, and it wasnt really my favourite soup, i let her get it.

so then my siblings being blur about what my grandma was doing ask if there was any soup in the first place.

steph: che.. got soup ah?
me: *sarcastic* nope.
nick: *not getting my sarcasm* got lahh..
me: dont havveee...
steph: dont bluff. got la..
*grandma comes out with soup*
nick: nah. got wat. who say dont have?
me: dont have lah. that is.. *thinks* boiled water. =)
steph and nick: *gives me a Look*

during dinner, my dad was talking bout how the taufu should be cooked. and this and that. we always thought he was a cook but only in theory la. sometimes. but he denies it. i mean.. he never cooked in the kitchen before. as far as i can remember anyhow. so then my brother was saying how he remembered the first time my dad made maggi mee for him. my sis was like.. cheh. but can you make fish and chips? my dad insisted.. aiya. no problem. and then my mom put in,

he is what you call a living hall cook. =P
(i like the phrase... living hall cook.. living hall cook.. erm.. hee.)

kay lah.. have to get ready to go to prayer meet. zhi wei is staying over tonight. messeeee..!!


27.10.06

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