29 September 2007
i love my life
being the extra nice and faithful good daugther to my mum, i followed her to the morning market today. (it's much cleaner and it got dry floor).
it's not the 1st time mind you.
i felt so lk auntie. i mean i went thr all i can see is aunties and uncles.
not to waste time, i went to the stall selling pork. i was thr and the aunties thr lk annoying the butcher guy. (conversation all in cantonis)
auntie#1:"hey faster la. i wanna cut long wan. about 4 cm."
auntie#2: "aiyor, fresh o not wan oh? i tell u ah u dun con me ah. i wan the meat with a bit of fats wan"
auntie#3: "how much? i wan about rm6 ribs"
me: (decided to be myself which is full of manners. haha) "uncle, i wan rm5 lean meat"
aunties: ~bla bla bla~
butcher uncle: *no time to entertain me*
i was waiting thr. waiting and still waiting. then another bunch of aunties came.
THEY CUT Q EH!!at last my mum came to rescue.
mom: done ah?
uncle FINALLY SAW ME.
me: uncle, i wan rm5 lean meat ah
uncle: oh yah. u've been waiting for some time de rite. *cut me one nice piece of lean meat*
me: *pay money* thank you.
mom: he shud say thank you coz u're the customer.
me: manners ma..haha
lesson for the day: when u go to the market, there are no such thingy call the lining up Q. it will never be ur turn unless ur the professional market auntie.
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