At this very moment there's about 8 aunties (not related) in the living room of my hse. Me, I'm sitting upstairs trying to avoid going down. It's just too early for the whole "hi aunty.....yaya in uni now...monash...." routine. Occassionally 1 of them would comment on how much i grew, and i hope they mean vertically. I mean..helloooo...it's not like i havent seen them in years or something. Unless u count 2 weeks as a year or something.
And the things they talk about...omg...u think we're bad.
Aunty 1: Eh, lets walk at kiara hill. I'll race u 3 laps.
Aunty 2: Wah u dare to compete with her ar?? she's very....strong u know...
Aunty 3: I'm not tht strong anymore la. U see this, this is flabs. I don't like
All aunties :Eh eh me also (and i assume at this point they're all poking themselves at flabby areas of their body)
Aunty 2: Little bit la..but u are strong...super...iron...iron woman!
All aunties : Iron lady!!hahaahhahaha
This conversation was continued with discussions on the colour of the armor tht she should wear which somehow led to......their kids..surprise surprise. hmmm i wonder if any of them has a hot son LOL
Kartfastercome....so i can just go down..say hi..and bolt.
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