This would be a great place to slow dance. Slow dance with the rack of clothes. :O1) Jan's mum is so cute. When she told her mum that she was going clubbing, her mum turned to face me with a completely surprised look, thinking I was going too. Which was not laaa. She knows I am a duduk diam-diam kat rumah punyer budak. I should have captured the shock on her face. Priceless.
2) And while busy walking with and talking to Jan simultaneously, I felt one of my bangles slipped off my wrist. So there were 2 nyonyas - 1 pointing at the lost piece, the other retrieving it for me from the ground. My god, nyonyas love me. I love you too nyonyas. Muacks.
3) Then while we were eating, I was so focused on emphasizing the word, "MAN" to Jan (I even spelled it out for her), the auntie from a neighbouring table turned and glared at me. What. I was only trying to tell my best friend that a girl should get a real man instead of undeserving pussies who only claims to be one but failed very miserably.
Be a man. First thing first, learn to respect a girl. Your girl.
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