Rain Rain, go away...

I did not do as I am supposed to.
Today cannot be counted.
Okay?

It was raining for God's sake...that's why!

I took a bus to the train station. My mistake.
It will never happen again.

Hopefully, it won't.

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Due to the rain, my lunch with my parents was canceled. Instead of telling my colleagues, I pretended that I actually met up with them. Stupid right? Why can't I just tell the truth?

I thought of running to Pavilion to buy bread at Bread Talk for lunch. However, I couldn't reach the place as it was raining heavily and I was soaking wet. I took cover at Hotel Istana's main entrance and waited for the time to pass. 1 hour seemed like the whole day to me.

My stomach kept making that annoying noise. That was when I made up my mind to eat at a nearby shop called XXX Curry House.

Note: the real name is not stated here to protect the restaurant's 'good' status.

What the heck?
A Curry House without roti canai.
Scratch that.
A Curry House without simple basic food like roti canai.


Roti canai was all I could think of as the cheapest food at any Indian shop.
And they don't have it.

What kind of shop is this?

How can one have not have roti canai at a curry house?

My budget was rm3 anyway.
I forgot to fill up my wallet the day before and I spent my rm30 to top up my hp.
So I was left with nothing but rm3.

The lady then suggested thosai or naan.
Thosai : Rm1.50
Naan : Rm2.50

Finally. Why didn't she say earlier?

I don't take thosai but I was desperately hungry so I quickly ordered that.

The lady : Nak minum apa-apa tak?
Me : Erm, tak payah lar.

She knew I didn't have the money. Then she asked me this...

The lady : Minum air suam nak? Itu percuma.

Ouch.