I prepare to leave through the door, then hesitate for I want to tell grandma that I am going out. She is in the washroom, so I yell inside, "I'm going out!"
Where!
-Outer space!
What! You can't go to outer space, you haven't had any training, you don't have the proper equipment.
-Of course I'm ready. All I need is my rocket ship. Besides, I can fly.
Hmmf! Fly! Ya right, you're gonna crash into the ground into a big poopbiscuit.
Laughing at us, I wander into the kitchen to get a glass of water. But I turn on my heels and yell back, "Aren't you making poop-biscuits now?"
Actually, according to Chen tradition, it is "poop-cakes." So I asked her if it was poop cakes or biscuits she was making.
Hmmf! I, for one, am done. But you, si beng (poop biscuit).
Friday, April 28, 2006
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