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Saturday, January 24 - 1:34 PM
clandestine
A peaceful saturday is always welcomed.
But that's not what usually happens.
This morning, I woke up due to some really loud conversation between my grandmother and an aunty.
And the truth is, they weren't even quarrelling.
Making it worse, the damn player was playing some irritating cny music.
Hate it, hate it!
After that, it was the usual routine saturday.
Papers...followed by a little staring into space.

Argh, how I wish my grandmother will stop talking.
Granny: Oi, the noodle, you don't wanna eat I give the maid ah.
Me: Ya, give her lor.
Granny: You want to eat porridge?
Me: I not hungry.
Granny: WHAT NOT HUNGRY! OR YOU WANT MEE?!
Me: Not hungry!
Granny: I go cook porridge.
Me: Arhhhh, ok lar ok lar.

Hahaha. And I ate porridge in the end.
Although I'm not hungry at all.