My Half Full, Glass O’ Chocolate Milk

Sometimes, I just feel that some people need to be more … genuine. Like puh-lease speak your mind and don’t say “I do” when you felt like you “don’t” if you’re not a girl.

Perfect example of what I meant from the (wo)man herself:

    Will: So what are we having tonight?
    Zu: [thinking: Hm, Japs or Italian. *gave 10 reasons to have I and 2 reasons to have J*]
         Anything.
    Will: Wanna go for mamak?
    Zu: Hm, *frown* How bout, Italian?
    Will: uh, okaa…
    Zu: No no, Japanese?!
    Will: OK.
    Zu: You decide.
    Will: Japanese lah, since its your choice.
    Zu: … ok, Japanese that is.

    [reach Sushi King]

    Zu: yer … I don’t like Sushi King wan.
    Will: Sake Sushi then?
    Zu: Hm … Italiannies lah.
    Will: *smile and head to Italiannies*

    [Case settle] 

See? It took one HUGE [bleeping] round.

It must’ve been karma or something. Because I just got a taste of my own medicine. But i’m a girl. Its expected — from a cha-borh.

If you’re not a cha-borh —  don’t.

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p/s: I just need to get this outta my chest: “Don’t [bleeping] act generous and give 28 days when you only expect 2 days from us lah. That’s like less than 10% compared to what you gave lah, ISH!”.

*ahem* Thakiu-bery-buch for listening.

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pp/s: Will’s pretty much a darling, isn’t he? *blew a kiss en route to Will*

Where can I hang my giant spectacles and multi-colored flags now that they’ve imposed a ban like this.