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} the potato story i found a potato on my way home today. =D
it was within the condo complex, so its not as gross as you might think haha. =D i think maybe someone had a hole in their grocery bag and dropped their potato, or some neighbours were having a fight and started throwing potatoes around. haha. on other occasions i would have left it alone (might grow into a potato tree/plant!) but for some reason, maybe cos of the relief of not having to take malay again, or maybe cos of the mocha chip ice cream i ate after that which made me happy, i decided to bring the potato home. =D haha. this is how the conversation with my maid was like (in indo of cos): me: i found a potato downstairs =D maid: ... me: can still be eaten right? =D maid: ... me: =D maid: ...from where? ...anyway then i just washed it and dried it and put it with the other potatoes. yay potatoes. C:
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