Monday, November 28, 2005
A Walk NOT to Remember
Today, I had a couple of gifts to carry home from the one whom I love’s place, namely, a box of chewing gums and a new Nike shirt from the one whom I love who just came back from a trip to KL. Thus, Auntie was really nice and wanted to find me a carrier seeing me having my hands full with an umbrella, a suitcase, a bottle of liang teh (from Auntie as well, which was really nice and sweet) and of course, my two presents from the one whom I love. After searching through high and low, finally she found the perfect sized carrier for these 2 items. Immediately, I felt weird but I thought well, I can manage.
Thus, I snapped up my stuffs and proceed to leave. As I walk towards the elevator, my footsteps started to go faster without any apparent reason. I just wanted to reach the car as quickly as possible. Of course, I met some people on the way, I didn’t dare to look them in the face and I quicken my pace even more, finally as I opened my car door and sat in nice and proper, I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn’t think it was that tough until I was left alone walking with it. It was nothing really, just a nice paper bag which is white on one side and pink on the other, probably it’s the word written that freaked me out, it spelled m-i-n-o-s-h-e. MINOSHE!!!!
If this was a list of what people think when a guy carries a Minoshe hand carrier….
An old man will think, hai yo…so xia suay…
An old woman will think, hai yo…chee ko pek
A young man will think, hmm…who’s that for? Loser!!
A young woman will think, eeee…disgusting!!
I was probably once a disgust, twice xia suay and thrice a chee ko pek. Thankfully, I missed out on being five times a loser when I managed to dash into my house before a group of Caucasian boys were walking by. I could hear them muttering from afar before I decided to take off…phew…what a walk to remember…or perhaps not.
Thus, I snapped up my stuffs and proceed to leave. As I walk towards the elevator, my footsteps started to go faster without any apparent reason. I just wanted to reach the car as quickly as possible. Of course, I met some people on the way, I didn’t dare to look them in the face and I quicken my pace even more, finally as I opened my car door and sat in nice and proper, I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn’t think it was that tough until I was left alone walking with it. It was nothing really, just a nice paper bag which is white on one side and pink on the other, probably it’s the word written that freaked me out, it spelled m-i-n-o-s-h-e. MINOSHE!!!!
If this was a list of what people think when a guy carries a Minoshe hand carrier….
An old man will think, hai yo…so xia suay…
An old woman will think, hai yo…chee ko pek
A young man will think, hmm…who’s that for? Loser!!
A young woman will think, eeee…disgusting!!
I was probably once a disgust, twice xia suay and thrice a chee ko pek. Thankfully, I missed out on being five times a loser when I managed to dash into my house before a group of Caucasian boys were walking by. I could hear them muttering from afar before I decided to take off…phew…what a walk to remember…or perhaps not.
# posted by Dao : 3:23 am
