Today got kenduri, you know?
Well, something to that effect,at least. A kenduri of sorts, created to fill a need where two friends were hungry tak terkata and Dubai's home-delivery service was readily available, twenty-four seven.
"Eh...kau nak makan apa?"
"Entah. Kau?"
"Entah eh...kau?"
"Entah.Hmmm...kau?"
And like a vetoed script from an axed episode of Senario meets Barney from hell, it went on until we realized we were really extremely hungry and this mindless episode cannot go on. Comediennes need to eat, after all.
So one hour, two mamaks and three unpacked home-delivered dinners later....
Smiley, sated and about to be stuffed.
(And yeap,my conjunctiva is still riddled with conjunctivitis. I currently get to fly with my glasses on. Which is quite an eye-opening experience -again, no pun intended- considering the amazingly deluded assumptions passengers have about a stewardess with specs i.e. me. One of which is that I am the smartest stewardess ever. Anjat gegerl! Yeah..the age-old label that specs means pandai nak mampos...whereas it just simply means potek nak mampos i.e. me.)
Okay, everyone...jempot cekik!
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