On the way up to our respective room via staircase (Elevator was down, AGAIN!), HR smelled durian, his favourite fruit.
HR: Kalo I ajar anak-anak kita makan buah durian boleh tak?
ME: Hurm? (Terkebil-kebil). Ajar la~ (Padahal jantung dah berhenti berdegup bila dengar
perkataan 'anak-anak kita').
HR:Takdela. Nanti you feel left out. You won't feel part of the gang. You kan tak suka makan
durian.
Me: Ajar je .. Takper.. Korang makan durian, I bawak diri pi Starbucks.
p/s: Men like to give clues like that.
HR: Kalo I ajar anak-anak kita makan buah durian boleh tak?
ME: Hurm? (Terkebil-kebil). Ajar la~ (Padahal jantung dah berhenti berdegup bila dengar
perkataan 'anak-anak kita').
HR:Takdela. Nanti you feel left out. You won't feel part of the gang. You kan tak suka makan
durian.
Me: Ajar je .. Takper.. Korang makan durian, I bawak diri pi Starbucks.
p/s: Men like to give clues like that.
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5 comments:
hahahahahahahaha
Rum8
zomg!!!!!!!!!!! apa lagi zeti cepat2 la
the other rum8
oh comellllllll!!!! haha.
not your rum8 tapi orang y harus dijemput ke majlis nasi minyak juga :p
awww, suweetlah!
jgn lp jemput tau!:D
hehe td pon aku mcm sedikit terasa nk baham ja durin sbb felt left out. nsib baek ada hg gak yg x mkn. ;)
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