fuckin manjan aunty
"eks kew me! eskew me!" ploop! she brush me aside and ran to the que at the cafeteria. "aunty.. cepat cepat (hurry hurry).. i want Lhat .. Lhat one.. and Lhat one...noooo not Lhat one.. aaah .. Lhat one"
this fucker just wouldnt care of the queuing for food procedure... i really felt like spitting at her head. but i can just look at aaron and he return the shock look at me. wats up with this mother fish father prawn aunty? a minute late without food and she will die in agony?
honestly.. how many of you had encounter such? If u havent, u must be one lucky singaporean or perhaps u had'nt been out in the public much. i cant tolerate kiasu'ism .. nor can i tolerate kanjeong'ism.
after i got my packed food, i walked to the table the fucker is having her lunch and kicked the long bench she and her kiasu khakis were sitting. fucking no brainer.
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