went to johor with my mummy just now. while i was on the way to johor, there was this 2 makciks sitting behind my mother and me. and they were gossipping so loud that it was as if they wanted the whole bus to listen to their gossip. after getting off at the malaysian side, we walked to city square for our lunch. we went to kenny rogers. haiz. they were not prepared. how can it be nearly noon aka lunchtime, and they don't have everything on the menu?? i was really really looking forward to eating mac and cheese and my garden pasta salad. and they didn't have the muffins. and it was stuffy in there, even though it was sort of open air. headed to the basement level. ordered my sushis. our next stop was secret recipe. and again there was 2 middle age women. this time in the form of nyonyas. very kiasu ones. they were hogging the staff. they ordered their cakes already. but one of them was still surveying the cakes. and she was disturbing the staffs cutting and packing the cakes. kept asking them questions until this makcik cancelled her order. it took the staff a freaking long time pack a few slices of cakes. and all because of kiasu people.
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