friday:
went to the screening of pendekar bujang lapok at the malay heritage centre with dear.
bad thing was, there wasnt any subtitles, so dear ended up slightly confused on most parts.
after dat we went to haf hummus!!! at the arab street pyramid restaurant, and did some shisha -ing strawberry flavor. loving the decor. we tried our first arab brand alziza malt drink(non-alcoholic). taste terrible, apparently taste like beer...(dear said one... well it REALLY smell like one anyway... yucksss!!, juz my own opinion laaa).
saturday:
went to my first chinese funeral w dear. his colleague got blood vessel burst then fainted.the next few days, passed away. scary part is he looked perfectly normal before dat. in fact he was midway werking. sigh....
dear prayed, gave donation (or condolence money) then we sit on one table, they served us peanuts with green kuaci and got red string (i didnt wear coz i dun believe in such things... sth to do with luck la) then dear tied the red string to his finger. supposed to throw it away before u reach home. then we sat there a while... talking abt the blankets and the banners, telling me what its all about. then we left.
sunday:
went to the hwa chong inst to see the judo competition. dear enrolled himself in judo classes and wanted me to understand what he's learning. it was fun and interesting to watch, despite the smell (inevitable of course!) but the sparring was a bit scary la... throwing ppl around. the objective of it is, u're supposed to make sure your opponent's back is on the floor flat. rules : u cant kick or punch... juz trip or tug or slam him down... quite challenging. if u're both of same rank or juz as good, it could be very tiring. if not, juz one slam and u're done.
the adventures of my lil sis...
juz now my sis called me asking me if i saw her bike(bicycle). i say i didnt, why. then she said her bike was stolen.
when i reached home, i saw the bike was in front of our hse so i asked her "tot ur bike was stolen??" she said, yeah... but i got it back...
then she continued...
she said she went to look for her bike around our area. suddenly as she was walking near the petrol stn there she saw a fat chinese boy riding her bike, she started chasing after him, shouting "tts my bike tts my bike, return to me or i'll call police"
the boy ignored her, then she took her hp and pointed to him "see?? i'll call police ah i tell you!"
then she started crying loudly for it... maybe the boy kan cheong or wat then he go and threw her bike one side then ran away. my sis happy lor, found her bike back... ahhaha...
gung-ho la this girl. then my mom added that when she found out tt her bike was stolen, she cried to my mom saying she will die die find her bike back ... well, she really did lor.
i muz be like her la... her spirit... hahaha
but she didnt go alone of course... she went with her bunch of friends... (her back up la kata kan... heheh!!!)
there goes my weekend...
