As Suanie Sees It

My car wouldn’t start this morning. So I had to borrow my sister’s car to go to my mechanic, have one of them come back to my house with me to get my car, then go back to the shop again. Since I live somewhere near 1U and my mechanic is in Bangsar, you can imagine how joyous I was from all the driving around.

Not to mention my car stalled no less than 3 times on the road.

Turns out that something was loose with my battery. I had it replaced with a new one sometime last month, so they didn’t charge me anything for tweaking it a bit. Of course they wouldn’t dare lah. But when these things happen, I am always so glad that they do not happen on Sundays. You can hardly get anything fixed on a Sunday without having to sell off your limbs.

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I hate red ants.

Die, you motherfuckers.

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As many of you know, one of my indulgences is Starbucks’ ice latte. Well, I hereby officially announce that I am cutting down on the damn drink. After nearly 27 years of existence, I have finally come to terms that I may have a slight case of lactose intolerance. Got pretty acquainted with my toilet last night.

Actually I didn’t even think of the possibility. I am after all, (almost) hardy and (rather) sturdy, and I don’t seem to be allergic to anything. Peanuts and shellfish, come to mama.

So one evening I was at Starbucks with Richard and meimei, and I told them that I had to rush home because I needed to do #2. I offhandedly mentioned that I sometimes have to urgently go after a cuppa. Meimei looked at me in a daze, and said, “Err… doesn’t that tell you that you have lactose intolerance?!”

Since then I’ve not been able to get the thought out of my head. So there you go.