th bazaar today was bloody hilarious because guanyou came over to help promote kacang puteh.
gy: it doesn't matter if what's your major, minor or if you're a slacker. come get your crackers! kacang puteh hand picked from mauritius! they're freshly grown!
he somehow got it into his head that by saying the kacang puteh was handpicked more people would want them because (a) from mauritius, hence exotic (b) handpicked, so must be fresh. then he tried rhyming puteh with babeh which obviously didn't work. dancing in front of random strangers in a bid to sell kacang puteh failed rather spectacularly as well. beatrice came over to chat a while and got sabo-ed majorly by him.
gy: *spies 2 girls walking by. kacang puteh!
girl 1: i want!
girl 2: ah but so unhealthy!
gy: hey! these are all trans-fats and omega acids free, our qualified doctor here can tell you this. *gestures to beatrice
girls: uh it's okay.
beatrice: those were my seniors! and one of them is a dean's lister!
us: uh oh.
gy: pft! so what senior only! go...crack a bone! break your ankle!
before guanyou left,
gy: so good luck in your endeavours in selling these colourful and delicious muslim crackers.
i hadn't the heart to tell him that crackers aren't muslim unless you're into cannibalism. it was a good day today though i had a bit too much milo. the milo van that comes down everytime we have a bazaar doesn't excite me anymore. milo's going to come out of my ears if i drink anymore but i do so want to break my record of 8 cups in a row. i wish every day was as full of nonsense as today.
our day will come.
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