well i'm sorry i won't attend your pity party
i'd rather go have calamari
that's definitely a blow-off man! that's so gonna be my new excuse. "sorry ah, i can't come today. i'd rather go have calamari." no no wait, let me modify the phrase. not that i don't fancy calamari, but let's make it more local. capati? prata? i want four syllables. come on adiba, think think think. nasi lemak? gotta be something halal lah. bah kut teh cannot. ahh nevermind, i think capati sounds good. damn, i want capati! with keema. the one at serangoon road is AWESOME. i. am. hungry. i want capati! i vone i vone i vone. ama apa, capati please? *flings myself on the floor*
and so yes, i've successfully moved on to another craving. ice kacang no more. darn. it always goes back to capati. ALWAYS. if it's not capati, it's murtabak. i'll have to make pitiful faces at my dad again, to get him to buy some for me. i can be such a brat sometimes. but a lovable brat, nonetheless. my lucky, lucky dad.
tell me again, how i managed to get from ne-yo to capati? my imagination stumps me sometimes.
oh yes, back to ne-yo. is that someone sniffing in the background music to Lie To Me? i love it love it! super insecure. and funny.
oh oh oh. and and and Trick! eesay come let me getz = his code name is X! i'm so not kidding, my ears have failed me on other occasions, but this time i know it hasn't let me down. anna, LISTEN HARD.
