came home, drank my favorite bawan kepeting soup. yummy.
went to Mustafa with this guy who during the course of our shopping adventure genuinely chose a purple basket to put his toiletries in. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
This guy, whom we shall name henceforth (in this post) as "purple basket" is, according to me, a brilliant and a "not too keen on femminine stuff" guy (and i hint, he's just one rank below a full lieu i think) . Can u imagine the confused and the pure undiluted laughter that just went through me in the aisles of the stationary department (dont ask me why there are baskets next to the pens)when he picked up a purple basket and went, "cool! i need one of these for my toiletries!"? !!! And when i tried to conceal my laugh and direct him to something else less "purple" imagine how much harder i laughed when he went, "No! i need one with handles!" hahahahaha
haha purple basket, what a joke. ok ok but i still love him. haha
but then again, maybe he's doing all that on purpose just to cheer me up. (im just giving him a way out with this excuse)
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