you found me.

i climbed.
i reached the top, the peak of the mountain.

then i see another one.
boy was i wrong.
i started climbing again.

STANDS

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lately i've been typing more than i would have. i feel the sudden urge to pour out my thoughts, crap or not, to my very inactive, irresponsive, unappreciative readers (i have no choice but to label you, take a look at the absurd silence in my cbox though i've been updating like EVERY SINGLE CRAPPY DAY!).

witnessed the utmost hillarious scene in my life today. i spent a good 30 minute laugh in front of a table of seemingly relatives whom are very much unfamiliar. it was the mushrooms and brocolli, it has to be.

let's turn back time to, say few minutes before the laughing gas exploded within my nostrils. this waitor, i assume he just broke up because he gave the most pmsive look i've ever seen (he beats us, girls, definitely) whenever someone needs a refill. it was seconds after the YAM SENG ceremony, this retarded and overly enthusiastic uncle of mine whom i do not know existed gave a loud roar of YAM SENG eventhough everyone else have released their breath. the pmsive waitor, holding plates of prawn remains, suddenlyyyyyyyy (i'm assuming, again) sees his girlfriend's face appearing on the plates and carelessly dropped them in tandem to the earsplitting yam seng by uncle madness. he tried to catch them as they fall piece by piece, not knowing he only has two hands. so happen that his SUPERVISOR was angled RIGHT BELOW the plates. she stood up with a hair full of

prawn remains, caught and tangled firmly.
she gave an annoyed shake of head. inertia, you know?

yet the waitor saved the plates with his multi buddha hands. (really do not know how)
uncle mad: lang zhing di, lang zhing di! (meaning chill, funnier in cantonese!)


the guy was not happy. the supervisor was not happy.
I WAS. I STILL AM.

gotta laugh, see you.