Har har har.
Apr 03, 2006 in Diary-writer
I tell you, that Eric hoh, really hoh…
This was what happened. I wanted to call Mum to tell her that both of us were going home for dinner tonight. Instead I accidentally dialed '3′, the link to the boyfriend's number.
He picked up the phone and I went, 'OH DEAR I'm supposed to call Mum but I called you instead, so so sorry.'
'How come you always call me in mistake? Don't you put me on Speed Dial?'
'Yes I do, I put you on number 3.'
'Uh. You see, you put me on number 3 and you can't even remember.'
'Well at least I put you right next to my Mum.'
'So?'
'You don't even put me next to your Mum. You put your Mum on number 1 and I'm on number 8.'
'Eh you stupid or what, number 1 is voicemail lah.'
'Oh yeah, you're right. Then you put your mum on number 2…'
'Number 2 is Leslie lah.'
'Then it's number 3.'
'Number 3 is Nicholas.'
'Ok…, then number 4.'
'Number 4 is home!'
'Then you put your mum on number 5…'
'5 is my sister lah.'
'6 then.'
'Ok 6 is.. yeah 6 is my mum.'
'See! You put your mum on number 6 and me on number 8…. '
'I put it like this: first row, friends, second row, family, third row, girlfriend.'
'SEE! I'm not even in the first row.'
'You're on the third row!'
'I'm not even on the same row with family, I'm one row behind family! Not even on the first row with friends! I'm on the last row!'
'You siao char boh, you go cinema you want first row or last row?!'
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