A few weeks back my family decided to go to Terengganu. The reason-my mom wanted to buy some batik... And me, I had to go because of 2 reasons.
1. They wouldn't entrust me with the safekeeping of the house. Yeah, my house may end up into a disco or something.
2. Who else is going to carry all the loads if not me. Like duh, isn't that the use of having a son in the first place?
I was not looking forward to our little trip as I would be missing my badminton classes on that very day. And I heard a very interesting comment from my sister's friend about Terengganu.
"Yeah, it's a nice place to look for batik. And maybe some keropok lekor. But besides that, the place is dead."
Wow... That really made my day...
When we were there, we somehow got lost trying to find our way to our so-called resort. We kept coming back to the same old roundabout and exited the same old exit. I told my dad maybe we took the wrong exit or something. And that we should try another one. Noo. My dad insisted that it was the right direction. I mean like what's the use of going through the same route to the same place over and over and over again.
But even we're lost, my parents would never ask for directions. I never know why(maybe it's because of their egos).
Speaking of asking for directions, I remember this one joke that I always end up laughing to.
One fine day, there's a man driving in search of his friend's house in a place he was unfamiliar with.
He stopped and asked for directions from a local.
"Drive straight ahead and turn left at the red house", the local said.
So the man drive and drive for hours on end. But he never passed by a red house. So he turned back and started driving.
And suddenly he stopped...
It's not red...
It's MAROON you idiot!
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