Happy birthday Yang! :)

Something came into my head this morning while I was chatting with a uni friend. Yesterday, I went to Campsie to meet Sean at his aunt's store and while I was walking there, some curry came up to me, gave me a pamphlet, and said something in his Currynese accent (which I could not decipher) and then asked for money. And the Good Samaritan that I am, gave him all the change I had in my wallet which was $1.25 (yes, that was all I had and yes, I know I'm not so rich) and after that I was broke (literally ZERO CENTS). But as I handed all I had at that moment over to him, he looked at it and smiled at me as if he was thinking "Is that all you have to offer my poor curry relatives who weight 29 kilos each?". I felt so shocked and angry that such a curry asking for money on the streets would not be grateful for my $1.25 when he should be happy about finding 5c on the floor. I felt like snatching my money off him, dragging him into KFC and making him watch me eat a chicken wing. I hate curries. Never liked them but I hate them more since yesterday. They're so impolite, loud and two-faced. GRRR! The pamphlet was so NOT-convincing. There was a picture a man sitting with his legs crossed and a photoshopped light surrounging his half-balding head. Yes, I'm on a hate rampage right now and I don't care if I insult any curry lovers! I jsut hate them!

P.S.: they smell funny too!