I am a normal person, ok? I sometimes enjoy getting morbid only. Boh pien, life is like that mah. Sometimes, happy, sometimes, si peh peik cheik. (stressed)

So, who can be happier than a kid with clown and mascot?

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We were eating at Old Town in New World Park and they passed by. Hmmmm…Old Town, New World. So opposite.

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I think my photo dem ‘feel’ hor? Got the mood like dat.

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So far, I think New World Park is doing well, with a mixture of hawkers and the more upmarket restaurants and coffee joints. After kena slaughtered RM48 bucks in Old Town eating bread and eggs, we came out and go to the kopitiam outside and eat wan tan mee and sui kau somemore because standing, watching the clowns made us hungry again.

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And today, I cut my hair and dye it. I came out of the shop with only 50 sen left in my pocket. 🙁 Actually, I have no intention of colouring my hair because CAP (consumer association of penang aka the boy who cries wolf all the time) said we can get cancer from all those hair dyes. But the hairdressers were shaking legs so I pun ‘eng-siew’ (entertain) their suggestion to colour again. Cut = RM25, Hair colouring = RM50. I got a bunch of Ringgit notes in my jeans back pocket and pulled out and counted. I have RM75.50 in the pocket. Just enough. So die may dye lorrrr…


(it is hard to cari makan as a clown nowadays because the kids are trained by David Blaine and David Copperfield)

Because of the hair colouring, I have to sit for 45 minutes to wait for the colour to set. I observed that women, irrespective of their ages are damn vain. All also want to be beautiful. Niamah, I feel damn boh song sitting with those aunties and leng luis who seem to know so much about their hair lah, their skin lah, their diet lah….Sometimes, these aunties (in their 60s) even hire make-up artist to go to the hairdresser place so that after they did their hair, they get their make-up done. Aiyoh, I wish those Indian barber shops will cut my hair, no need to suffer listening to their gossips. How nice if those Indian barber shops take women’s clients. Those are like lightning fast kind of hair cut. Sit, zip, brush, pay.

So, happy post or not ah?