Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Man On The Sixth Floor.
He came, to our astonishment, with a terrifyingly humungous bowl. He was indeed one strange weirdo who came knocking for a bowl of lontong, a f***king big bowl at that. I guess the aroma of mom’s lontong was too strong, he had to stomach. And so, without any reluctance, we gave.
Apart from that, he also checked out the surrounding of my house, admiring my elder brother’s picture in his graduation outfit. ^&*%$#
Not to forget, he too danced abit to the tune of dangdut that was played.
Wow, I can’t believe somebody so bizarre do exist.
But he seems a nice guy though, only odd.
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