Transformers today was the first movie i've watched in a fucking long time.


damn it was good!


since it was too late to shop after the movie, Boss and I decided to wreak havoc around town.


Boss's trackpad was spoilt, so we visited the Apple Shop to try and fix it. They told her to come back on Monday. Not wanting to waste the trip, we made the most out of it.













































BY TAKING PICTURES ON A MACBOOK THAT WAS ON DISPLAY.


I'm too lazy to upload all the retarded pictures we posed for IN PUBLIC and then went on to bluetooth to my laptop there and then.


Boss was thirsty after the iShop experience. i shall not elaborate for fear of being fired.


Boss decided that we had lost enough of our face.


So we went to taka to search for some substance to quench boss's thirst.


So we went around Cold Storage making comments in Japanese, French and PRC Chinese about how the drinks would taste and whether we could make a tidy profit selling them in the mainland.

Boss was worried that shoppers from these countries might hear us and get offended.

She ordered that we apologise if anything happened.


Boss decreed that we should get peach tea. boss's orders were followed.

As we were queueing, we continued.

Me: -picks up panadol extra- Panadol O Tabemas. Oiishi!
Boss: Iie.
Me: -picks up strawberry condoms- Strawberry Condom O Tabemas. Oiishi!
Boss: -overhears couple behind and looks damn shocked- ey listen to what they are saying?


they were conversing in something not chinese, nor english, nor korean.



THEY WERE JAPANESE!


and they definitely heard what i said about the condoms.



That was my longest wait ever in a supermarket queue.


Boss and i retreated up the escalator immeadiately after we paid


WITHOUT saying 'Sumimasen'.


So much for Friday the Thirteenth



On the way home, Boss and I were having retarded conversations again. We started speaking in mainland chinese accent but we realised there were people around us who dressed like PRCs. so we stopped.


Or rather, we carried on when we found a seat. Boss was explaining to me the difference between a tranny and a gay in PRC.


Boss: wo shi 'tranny'. 'tranny' gen 'gay' shi you fen bie de ya.
Me: 'gay' shi you lan jiao de ma? ni shi 'tranny' ni hai you nei ge ma?
Boss: wo shi quan ti fan xin de ya...

At this point, we hear a male voice with a very feminine undertone going "Hello, yeahhh.."

This guy who was wearing a black v-neck and walking like he was trying to keep his insides from sliding out of his ass by clenching his butt-cheeks picked up his phone and sashayed to the door.


Boss and I stare at each other and suppress giggles until the gay guy is finally off the bus.


OMG.


We talk crap and turn around to see a member of the party in jest through sheer coincidence.


Twice in a single day.




Such things are only possible when Boss is around.