Magic tricks.

Today my mom woke me up at 1 pm (awfully early by Naddie's Jetlag Standards of today) and managed to get me out of bed by promising me a banana leaf.

I don't know what sort of fancy china you guys use, but over here, the amount of food you get in restaurants is inversely proportionate to the price of the plates. At fancy restaurants, because you pay so much so that the restaurant can afford fancy schmancy china, the amount of food you get is measly, stuck-in-the-teeth teeny tiny. You don't pay for the food; you pay for the ambience, the air-conditioning, and the waiters' bow ties. Subsequently, at those mamak shops that Malaysians miss most when going abroad, it is noisy, it is outside, and they serve food on cheap metal plates, but that doesn't matter because the plates are huge. The quality is okay lah, but if quantity is important to you, always, always go for an eatery with the cheapest china, preferably huge cheap metal plates. You get a small hill of rice, and enough curry to feed a small family.

Now, can you imagine how much rice, curry, veggies, pappadoms and Random Fried Things you get on a banana leaf?

(And that is how my mom got me out of bed today; the sneaky, sneaky woman.)

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Today I also performed a few small magic tricks.

Magic trick #1: making a whole mountain of rice, curry, pappadoms, and Random Fried Things...

disappear!

Ta-daaa!

Magic trick #2: turning myself into a kid.

After a huge breakfast + lunch, I went to the bank to withdraw some money, and to change my signature. You see, I opened my account when I was 10, and had the shaky, childish signature which looks like a worm wriggling its way up its own butt, and I've grown up (some) since then and have a new, grown up signature.

Unfortunately for me, my account is still categorized as a Youth Account, and that coupled with the fact that Naddie is a Chicken who is Afraid of Banks and All Types of Bureaucracy, I went to the bank with my mommy. At the bank, mommy took my form for me, and mommy filled it up. When it was Naddie's turn, Naddie looked at her mommy apprehensively, and only approached the counter after an approving nod and "Go on, it's okay" from her mommy.

I kid, I kid. Mommy did come with me to the bank... (and she did fill in my form for me).. and I am quite afraid of Banks and All Types of Bureaucracy.. but uhmm. I'm a grown up. Really.

The lady at the counter, upon seeing my Youth Account, immediately addressed me as 'little sister', and herself as 'big sister'. She was really nice, but talked to me like a kid. I overheard her talking to her supervisor when they were checking if I need a new bank book, and she said "Mak dia tak marah ke?" ("Wouldn't her mother mind?") I looked at her. She couldn't have been more than 6 months older than me. A year, tops.

Sigh. Serves me right, really.

Ta-daaaa!

I walked out of the bank nervous with a big wad of cash in my pocket. Really, really, really nervous.

But then, I'm going to perform magic trick #3.

Turning the cash... into...

a new computer!

Ta-DAAAA!!

Heeeeeeee.

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Speaking of which, I have to go before the traffic jams start. Y'all be good now. No blanket stealing!

Bai!