“hey! this is what i like to step on!”
- the husband, on the escargot i was about to devour
“sampai masuk dalam-dalam, sial!” (… until all the way inside!)
- the husband, on the lady sitting beside me in the train – who was cleaning out her nasal cavity with the long nail on her pinkie finger, looking very, very, very, satisfied
“NEVER? NEVER? come, next week, i’ll give you a history lesson at Labrador Park”
- the granduncle, amazed that a Singaporean has never been to Labrador Park. this is the same granduncle who insisted on bringing me to Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve so i can shed my jakun skin
“this is not for a part-time degree…”
- the lecturer, insinuating that all the t-test scores we’ve been working on (by hand) are for nought
“i will not fly with faulty instruments”
- the boss, frustrated in a 4-hr long meeting
“somebody kill me please”
- me, singing aloud to the tune of Adam Sandler’s “Somebody Kill Me Please” in the office on Thursday when it became apparent my 2 hands were not enough for everything falling into my lap
“NOOOOOO! I DONCH WAAAAAAAAANT!”
- me, to Ravi, when he tried to smack me out of a delicious evening nap so i could finish my essay on time and submit before the deadline. i didn’t.
“can’t you fucking drown somewhere else?”
- me, to the dead ant in my glass of water
and that’s when i knew, i really need a bloody break.
