the moment i opened the door,my hopes were dashed.
it was not him at all.
it was some lecherous-looking man selling otah door to door.
he gave out a smell of burned otah and charcoal.he smiled in encouragement.
i dont like otah.i gave him a snide smile and attempted to shut the door.
To my surprise,he struck out his hand in record time to stop me from doing so.
i told him politely that i din like otah and proceeded to shut the door again.
it was kinda rude.but i thought he was kinda a pushy seller which really irritated me.i did not bother to open the door when he knocked again.
The next day,when i opened my door to water the plants,i was stumped to see a pile of otahs on my doorstep.The otahs were still uneaten and apparently had been left overnight as there was this horrid stench~This is like so perverse of the otah seller!
Just because i did not buy his otahs,he resorted to such a childish act as vengence.
it was really ridiculous but i could do nothing.he did not sell otahs at my area anymore.And of course,i gradually forgot about this incident.
5 YEARS LATER~
the aroma of otahs woke me up.not to mention a raspy voice further enticing me that there was a promotion period and for every 10 otahs i could get 5 free.Being a typical kiasu sporean,i immediately purchased the otahs.
and yes,5 years later,i grew to like otahs.
the simple yet succulent taste of the meat.
the slightly moist tenderness which lingers in your mouth.
the playful seductive aroma~
i looked up gratefully to the otah seller.To thank him but
Yes,dear readers,u predicted correctly.
it was him.
that muthafucker which kindly bestowed my doorstep with rotten otahs.
Grasping my red plastic bag of otahs tightly,i asked him whether he remembered a particular young rude lass whom shut the door on his face.He could not recall anything.
i rolled my eyes and kindly reminded him of e childish act he had done.
There was no hesitation and he gave me a firm no and told me i had mistaken him for the culprit.
i was puzzled.no waay~i remember that 'otah man' face like my ic number!
but i had detected none of the guilty look or flash of recognition in his eyes.
i was too shy and not thicked-skinned enough to further interrograte him.
i kept thinking about it when i walked home.i sensed someone following me.i ignored my senses,it's wild at times.The rhythm of my footsteps seem to have this tune of 'stalker stalker'.
i grinned to myself for my stupid imagination when suddenly someone gripped me on my shoulder and thrust something hard to my hand.
just such a simple action and what did debra low did?
i blacked out.
when i woke up,i was NOT naked,nooo my vagina did not hurt nor was i in some ulu forest.
i was shaking on the ground.my relapse of epilepsy.
apparently this seizure was more serious than the past ones,and i just totally lost consciousness.
im sorry but i'll finish the entry the next post.Im too drained out.
