.Sunday, July 29, 2007 ' 12:31 AM x
You know, I am just back from the esplanade, viewing the NDP rehearsal.
And why named it Saturday Night Fever? Simple. I see too many people,
with too many attitudes, styles and well, in short, too many boys.
I ogled, honestly speaking. But rolled my eyes most of the time.
Since I was with my mum, mind you. (: But she knows me too well.
I did declared to her today about what type of BOYFIE I want.
I told her, "I want badan GUIDE punyer ma!" (after we had our
tuition. Kak An was chilling with us.) "Eii! Kau tak pernah
bilang mama kau nak! Tibe-tibe jer!" . So I chuckled, "Alahh.
Nice what. Secure tau. That's why kalau keluar, I always look at
those dummies with chest. Fooh, cair beb." Kak An and mama laughed.
"Eww! Badan guide tak lawalah! Harap badan besar, 'itu' kecik. Haha!"
I stared at my mum. "Mama! Aper ni! That one I know lah! Tapi bukan
yang macam olympic punyer orang! giler ke? Itu I phobia tau! Tengok,
loya tekak. I nak yang macam sederhana lah. Kalau matair kurus kedengkik,
maut. Gitu mau jaga aku? Hahaha." My mum laughed again. "Ah, macam Aaron?
Oh, mama faham-faham.." Then we broke into laughters, discussing about
boys & men. Damn, we had fun confabulating.
Well, back to the esplanade. I bumped into Syafiqah! (Ex-JWSS currenty in
MI.) She was the one who, "Eh Ilyana!" first. I stopped on my tracks, and
rewind my steps saying, "I heard 'eh, ilyana.'" I looked and ya, it's her!
I salam-ed her and said, "Hi! I'm with my mama laa." She nodded. Whoa, she is
really pretty (: I persistently nudged my mother to stop invading into
places that are overpopulated with MATS & MINAHS. Which was why I spent most
of the time, rolling my eyes and pinching my nose to get rid of that
beer stench and cigarette smoke.
We then holla at West Coast Hawker Centre to tuppau the famous Sup Tulang.
I bought this handy-dandy Ben & jerry's mini sized tub inclusive of
a mini spoon at 7-eleven. I had fun talking to mama. We were busy waiting
for the order to be ready so we both had the mama & daughter poppycocks.
We laughed out loud ignoring the lookers and customers. I noticed something.
Why, on earth, everytime when I am out with my mother, girls (yes, them.)
will give me this LOOK like gosh-trying to-act-sweet-with-your-mum? or lady-
don't-you-ever-catch-my-guy's-attention. I am darn pissed, frankly speaking.
Please people, stop this atrocity okay? It would not get you anywhere.
Mama and I even discussed about 'remaja sekarang dengan pergaulan bebas.'
I am thankful that I am not in that list of people. (: I still know my limits.
So, to summarise the whole event, I rated it as 8.5/10. It was great,
you know. Me talking to mama, hugged mama, went to Jurong Hill to view the scenery,
and took a picture of 'The Tower Of Pisa.' *snorts* That is a secret between
mama and me (:
Labels: I love thou.
I have tried farcical. Now what else?
