When the Price is Right & The Music Of the Night

My pal Eileen called me while I was driving way home last evening ( I almost bang into the bendy bus - not quite yet) to tell me that she wanted to come and see Maoster as she will be staying over at her dad's place at AMK.

In my haste, I was like okay- Come. Do whatever you want.

She did. She appeared say 5 mins after I beat the crowd at CTE and came to my mom's house with some stuff.

She always likes to buy snacks to my house - as she despite her small sickening thin frame likes to eat all the old chang kee fried thingy, cakes, sushi etc... the nibbles here and there.

She casually mentioned that she bought us some sampler cakes. I was like, okay. She asked do you want some? I said no. I mean, I am not into cakes - i mean right? Of cos yes, i do go ga ga over the scoop cake at Tampopo and yes I do sometimes crave for my strawberry short cake and yes I do like the tiramisu at The Patissier but does that makes me a cake fan? Hardly I think, so i rejected it swiftly.

And Eileen went on saying she got the cakes at Mcpherson at this Blue Magnolia place... to me they were just information flooding crashing into each other all over the places. Meaningless.

My mom took a bite of the carrot cake and says, hey, it taste good. Then Eileen said, Nice? They cost me $13.50 for this small box of assortment platter cakes.

Suddenly everything was clear. We were like WHAT! $13.50 for 6 bite-sized cakes, each no bigger than Maoster's palm size and we ( mom + aung + my sister in law + ah yang my nephew and crowd follower maoster) immediately swarmed over the box ( that's just a simple white see through box) and started grabbing those small cakes. I mean I was like, that's mine! I choose this one! Ok, No? Ah yang you got to eat dinner first. Oh, yummy. Nice! I like this one. Ok, dun bite so big mouth can?

Eileen stood so amused by our sight. She said she should have just sticked the price tag on the box.

We are just foolish consumers ha ha ha... ok me. Only me.

I got this picture my googling sample cakes from Blue Magnolia.

This morning as we hurried off to deposit maoster, I was having this quick waiting for the lift conversation with Aung.

Bun: Did you hear mao coughing last night?

Aung: Coughing? Really?

Bun: Yar, didn't you hear.

Aung: Oh yes, I remembered.

Bun with the I am forever smarter than you without eating ginko pills ego high feeling

Aung: I remember that you were singing

Bun: What?

Aung: Yar, you were humming a tune while you were asleep

Bun: What do you mean? I was like singing a song? What song? Gosh, what a moron.

Aung: No lah, not really singing - more like humming

Bun: What do you mean by humming? Like La La La La?

Aung: Not really lah, you were just like... hmmmm humming, de de de de type

Bun: What do you mean by that?

Aung with the "you must be so lucky I am the one who married you animal or you would have been made rabbbit stew with potatoes and rosemary leaves if you sing while you sleep cos I still find you amusing" look.

I mean, what do you mean by I hum in my sleep. Like doe a deer a female deer type? or the dum di di dum di di dum dee dee dum type? Sigh! I hate that silent I so wanna laugh at you look my aung gave me. Bleah!