Fybs says:
That - poopy and that siao ginah mummy.
Fybs says:
oh no.
Cherale says:
Wahahah
Cherale says:
wahlao
Cherale says:
u ahbeng
Fybs says:
u call ur self siao ginah
Fybs says:
This moling, Limpeh woke up to a part of limpeh perished.
Fybs says:
funny sia ur blog in benglish.
Cherale says:
..
Cherale says:
wah biang
Cherale says:
Hahaha
Me says:
I am gonna paste this into my blog this moment
Fybs says:
hahah ok
Fybs says:
Limpeh hate being accused. Limpeh hate monotony. This is so liddat random, I'll hate my kacheng too (because Limpeh hate brogging randomly budden hor, apparently, Limpeh am).
Fybs says:
this is funnier
Fybs says:
kacheng? = buttocks?
Fybs says:
u hate ur buttocks.
Cherale says:
Pengs

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Nancy(a lecturer) joined another woman lecturer and I in the lift on a Friday morning, at 8:46am. Let me elaborate on my journey from ground floor to the sixth.

Woman lecturer: Hello Nancy
Nancy: Hello (beaming from her over-blushered cheek to over-blushered cheek)
Nancy: (Still smiling) You know what day is it today?
Woman lecturer: Special occasion? (Feintly returning Nancy's ambiguous joy)
Nancy: Today, must smile like that (Draws a long wide teethy smile, protruding her cheeks more obviously)
Woman lecturer: Why? (Finding Nancy a bit strange and weird already)
Nancy: It's Friday!
Woman lecturer: (Feigned a genuine smile to Nancy, acknowledging her point made)

This, was followed up by an uneasy silence that filled the lift, with just the three of us. The estimatedly 10-seconds deafening quiet made the woman lecturer and I almost burst into a mean rage of laughter. Maybe Nancy was anxiously anticipating glorious sex with her husband that night.