Rendezvous
26 November 08 : 09.44 PM
Today we laughed at all the poems and someone said, I don't get it. They're all the same. I don't know what is up their asses. It's all BOOHOOHOO NO MORE KAMPONG. I swear I laughed so hard I developed muscles.
"All the best for tomorrow! Don't scratch your hands."
"Thanks! Have fun in Australia and don't eat too much nougats."
"Would you like some?"
"They have it here at cold storage, selected NTUC and many a candy stores.... I think I can manage. Heh. Thanks though."
"Globalisation makes everything so not unique. Sigh. I miss the Kampong days."
(On a side note.. When I went over, there was Petit Pastel! I'm a happy girl.)