when i grow up i want to marry a pak jawa
I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE! with the voice of an indonesian guy on the phone hurhur.
he was enquiring about the visa requirements to uruguay and i had to take down his email address to be passed to my colleague.
"ok my email is jakarta charlie bravo at....."
(eli writing down jakartacharliebravoact......)
few seconds later, eli realised her bimbotic misdemeanour.
"OH! jcb@......"
tsk.
anyway. so charming his indon-accented english. but i didn't get his name. bengap siol.
breaking fast last night with zai, farah and faezah was awesome. supposed to eat arnold schwarzenegger. hurhur no no. supposed to eat at arnold's chicken. but i think arnold schwarzenegger has a lot of meat to give. you eat his bicep once confirm can fast 30 days straight. no need sahur, no need iftar hurhur. eurgh.
anyway.
arnold's was packed and we could only eat at 730. so we decided to eat at es teler instead. so sedap. and then off we went to the land where our fellow malays think it's alright to expose much flesh and many body inks, the geylang bazaar.
farah and i just wanted to get dendengs. the ones we eventually bought were not crispy enough. i like mine a little charred and overdone. and the mats minahs pakciks makciks hollering and promoting their goods made me feel as though i was in a farm. with all the animals making noises all at once. like when they see an intruder trying to trespass. you know, all the moos and neighs coming together in a fever-pitched crescendo. bising sunds.
we ended the night with some ice cream at that place in tanjong katong complex, where my left foot was attacked with simpul biawak several times. you know, when it feels like your veins are knotted. panful shite.
i will head to geylang again soon. to get them bags and them baju kurungs. i feel a shopping frenzy coming soon.
