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Of McNonald, Sushi Mental & More!

Nearly 5 years later, my mom still pronounce McNonald sometime. Know what? There’s more. Keep on reading.

In a car, we saw a long queue at a sushi restaurant. Then BAM, mom said “Sushi Mental nice meh?” Wuahahaha

We were talking about our holiday memory at Lantau Island, Hong Kong when BAM, mom said Lanc!au Island! (have to sensor it abit) Hahahaha

Mom said she was going to Parkson, so I reminded her about getting a new lid for her Pyrex, when BAM, mom said she’s not getting Pirate yet. 🀣

In a car again, I reminded mom of her mispronunciation and we all laugh together. Then I asked mom “How do you pronounce that fast food name beginning with M?”. She said in a wary tone “Mc.D.O.N.A.L.D”. My mom is so cute, right? πŸ’—

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Four Legged Friends

Can’t believe I didn’t blog for a month! Not that I don’t want to. My laptop nowadays a bit gilar-gilar (crazy) and I’ve been looking for a replacement. I don’t know to go for Dell (so underspec & wifi on/off problem for the model that suit my budget) or Acer (people complain chassis no good? izzit? good spec though). Any recommendation?

Okay, let’s come back to the real reason I write this post.

There’s this house in my neighborhood with several dogs. When I used to bring Chester for walks, we almost never went pass the house because it was [email protected] scary. They don’t only bark, they slam at the fence (ya know how gangster slam at walls? that kinda feeling) and sometimes they can magically break free from the compound and come chase us. One of my last memories of taking Chester for walk were being chased by them. But because I decided to be brave that one fine day, I decided to chase them back. I ran towards them with Chester in tow and shouting in high-pitched voice. And just like that they fled. I knew it was dangerous but I gotta do it.

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Tissue & pH Strips

Tissue issue:

During a recent steamboat dinner, mom has just wiped her face with tissue paper (warm evening plus steamboat mah). She turns to me and asked:

Mom: My face got tissue?

After checking on her face, something lit up! πŸ’‘

Me: Mi, you wanna know your face got tissue or not right?

Mom: Yes.

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The Changing Faces of Famous Amos Packaging

The other day my sis was tidying up her messy cabinet when she found some old packaging of Famous Amos, the fame chocolate chips cookies from USA. Yes, she collects nice packaging and napkins from shops and restaurants… a habit she copied adopted from me. I still collect them but have become quite selective in recent years. I also collect paper bags which you can take a look here.

My sis was planning to throw the Famous Amos packaging away before she remembers that I’m the pioneer collector in this household. LOL I took it with the aim of writing a post about it. These are history babe. I rummaged through my collection but found no Famous Amos packaging. Guess I didn’t collect them.

I arranged them by guesswork with the oldest on the left and latest on the right (which I just finished chowing ’em down today). I don’t know how old the rest of them are/were (which is correct? Oh my poor English) but I plan to keep them.

I find the taste has changed a bit with the recent one. Not as aromatic as it used to be.

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Oh My Oily Fart!

Recently I had the most earth-shattering encounter with food. My oh my, what an experience!

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I went to an organization where food was provided. On day 1, I had jam and butter with bread. For lunch and dinner I had fish. The fish was really good. It’s a thick rich white-fleshed fillet and super yummy. Kinda like cod fish but not.

Next morning, when I farted, with the additional of wind, out came some yellowish discharge. Initially I thought I have pooped in my pants and the yellow-orange thingy is diarrhea. About 10 minutes later, I farted again and yes, you guess it out came this yellow-orange thingy. I didn’t panic though. Remembering what I ate the night before, I figured the culprit must be the butter because that’s the only thing in yellow. Also thankfully I had menstrual pad with me.

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