don't you just hate those door-to-door salesmen?
they're alright if they leave once you say, "sorry, I've no money."
but the ones who just won't stop talking really piss me off.
like this Malay man who was trying to sell some stuff.

malay man: hi! i'm selling these 3 bags of (idontknowwhat) for $10.
faezah: my mum's not home and I've no money. sorry.
malay man: we have it in this flavour, this flavour and this flavour.
faezah: I have no money.
malay man: you don't want these chips? I have more (idontknowwhat) that you might be interested in.
faezah: MY MOTHER ISN'T HOME. I HAVE NO MONEY.
malay man: now, I have this in chilli flavour. but if you want the plain ones, don't worry. I also have them.

YOU WOULD THINK HIS EARS WERE DETACHED OR SOMETHING BUT NO, THEY WERE RIGHT THERE. I know because I checked. well, I had to. I thought maybe he didn't have any ears, because he obviously wasn't listening to me. If I had the money, I'd have bought those stuff frm him-- but I don't. and it's not like I didn't tell him I didn't have the money, so it totally isn't my fault that he went on and on talking about his stuff. I DID NOT MISLEAD HIM INTO THINKING I HAD MONEY.

okay bye. im gonna watch Hey Arnold!