In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.
- Coco Chanel
- Marilyn Monroe
Lazy Sunday afternoon naps.
Chocolate wrappers strewn all over the study table.
Shades of red, blue, brown,orange and black flashing.
Barefoot dances around the kitchen table.
Fingers lifted to catch the clouds.
Nailpolish in assorted colours like candy.
Indie music blasting from the speakers.
Vintage cutouts fluttering in dreams.
Life in technicolour.
Couldn't get any better than this.
Trust me. I am never stepping foot inside Bee Hooi, which is the kopitiam opposite Bellisa Row in Pulau Tikus. Why? Well, thats because my ears aren't toilet bowls and I do not intend to pollute them with fowl language, especially coming from an old pathetic excuse of a woman who is probably menopausal, that old fart.
Well, it was after church, and we were feeling hungry, so Mum decided to drop by at Bee Hooi to grab some breakfast. Then this monster (who FYI looks exactly like this):
came to clear our table. Then apparently this old coot had a problem with cleaning the stuff herself, so she started throwing the plates loudly with loud crashing sounds into the bucket. Goodness, don't you have a life, ya old shit?
In addition, that sad piece of shit was
muttering yelling for the whole world to hear:
All the Hokkien vulgar words were flowing out from her mouth like a wonderfully garbage polluted waterfall. The nerve to
say yell that in front her customers. We're paying you to serve us drinks, not entertain us with profanities, yer old fag!
I really hope someday someone will just give her a taste of her own medicine. A punch in the face maybe? *evil laughs*
Honestly, people who can't control their tongue in public should seriously be locked up and be treated like garbage, since they are already at the same rank anyway.
Poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true.