we were walking back from boon lay nasi lemak at 1am.
talking walking talking walking talking walking
den we took a shortcut through the flats
and you just had to whistle to a stray dog who was minding its own business in a corner.
i love dogs. dun get me wrong.
but this dog just had to scare me out of my wits by pouncing incessantly onto me.
i must have smelt like a big piece of ham.
we got chased. no. i got chased.
and you tried to use your keys to scare the dog away (not that it was very effective since you couldn't stop convulsing in laughter)
the only time we could stop to breathe was when the dog stopped to pee.
*like WTH*
yet ironically it was also the only time we could run for our lives.
persistent it was.
i was basically running circles around you with the dog chasing me. and along the road too.
it was either getting scared to death by a dog. or hit by a car.
thank goodness a cab saved my life.
and you couldnt stop laughing. at the expense of a traumatised me!
"my diaphragm is having spasms!"
when i said we should take a slow walk to digest our food i DIN MEAN THIS.
the new rena just died again today at 1:45am.