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Saturday, 12 September 2009

i'm a curry puff seller

good morning!

i just woke up la. noe wat. i had this weird dream. funny too. in my dream, i became a curry puff seller. what the heck?

the story began when i passed by a chinese coffee shop. then i saw this aunty. in real life, this aunty exists. she's physically ok, can walk, can talk but she always go to people and say 'ah boy ah can giv me rm2 r, i 1 2 buy milo. i 1 2 buy rice'. but then u can always see her smoke.

so in my dream, she was also selling curry puff. i teased her. i kacau her. i begged from people in a very funny way and i used English. haha. then i took his curry puff. i just grab it from her.

and i start to sell it. RM1 each. damn laku! so many ppl buy from me. funny thing is, the curry puff doesnt look like a curry puff AT ALL! it's like some kueh, long-long 1. but i duno y in my dream, it is a curry puff.

ppl there were so happy to taste my curry puff. Then there was this group of Indians. i approached them i asked want curry puff anot. they dun u'stand. y?? they r from India.

then my last customer. the man finally bought a currry puff from me after so hard i persuade him. suddenly before he pay me, a public bus came. i was in the rush to take the bus. then this cilaka man still dilly-dally dun wana gime the rm1. ee.. finally he gave me n i hop into the bus.

i got all the $. bye bye the aunty.

what a crazy dream. that's the reason i prefer not to sleep in the afternoon or till late afternoon because i always get this stupid weird dreams. eee.. sometimes the dream is so out of my mind and scary.

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