It’s 11am and I just woke up.. for the SECOND time. WTH.
Anyway, I had the oddest dream.
I was magically thrown back in Malaysia! Yes. Kena BUANG by that floating hand in the game Black&White or something.
No documents with me, no handphone, only RM10 and my MP3 player.
I landed on the route which I usually take to walk back from high school.
I was like “HOLY SHIT” and started running home laa!! Excited maa!
Then dunno why I thought, ‘owhhH~~ it’s 11am on a Saturday!’ (which is crap cause it’s actually a Sunday)
‘I think Audrey might still be at St. John’s activity in school!’ So I turned the opposite direction and started walking back towards Cport.
Along the way, I bumped into a high school friend (forgot whola) and he ajak me for lunch. Only then did it dawn upon me…
THIS IS MY CHANCE TO EAT MALAYSIAN FOOD WEEIHHHH!!!!
I remembered screaming into his (yes I forgot who exactly but I remembered he had a kukujiao =P) ears, “CHARKOAYTEOWWWWWWW!!!!!”
Then suddenlylar.. it was evening and pasar malam appeared!!
**StuN**
Wah damn freaking excited weihhh!! Those who know me are fully aware of my lOve for pasar malam =P
I walked past stalls selling durian, rambutan, nasi lemak and then I saw the magical white lorry.. ASSAM LAKSA!!
LARI to beli okayyyy!! I remembered a crowd but I guess since I already got thrown here, guess I had extra privelleges or something lar cause the uncle tended to me first (or maybe my cool new look attracted his attention =P).
YES order taken….
soooO close to tasting assam laksa *droOLz*
Money paid…..
Eyeing that bowl of assam laksa in the uncle’s hands as he pours the steaming hot soup into it…..
*heart thumPing*
I stretch out my trembling hands to receive the bowl and….
WOKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!
@#$% Cibai betul.