So there I was sitting behind my com and looking through youtube and shitz, when suddenly I had this craving for fried chicken. Doesn't have to be Mary Brown's or Popeye's, just fried chicken will do. Like those sold at Pasar Malam, or those fried by my malay neighbour.
Still, I was running outta cash, and had to save up for Paramore's concert as well as Sherlock Holmes+dinner outing with TPJC clique. Therefore, I decided to satisfy my hunger with McVities dipped in hot milo. However, the hunger of my belly remains as it cries out in agony of not having those juicy crunchy, golden chicken drumsticks. Damn.
Then like as if Buddha heard me, as I was rushing through the last minute touch-ups of my guitar proposal, I heard the ringing sound of keys as my mom struggled to open the gate with one hand. Turning over my back, I saw her walk through the front door and in one hand, Bubble Tea and KFC. Hot damn. Buddha bless her.
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