I'm with my dad at some kind of food court where they sell the most unhealthful of foods. Its all normal food like fried chicken and beef but they were cooking it with truckloads of oil and butter. Even the vegetables were unhealthy but I remember saying, “They're bad for you but I feel like eating them anyway,”. We were heading for the bakery and dad was a bit annoyed with the incompetent counter girl.
We ordered two butter buns (there was a name but I can't remember it now) and she gives us one paper bag. After a while of not realising, she wonders why we're still here and not paying her money and my dad says, “Two, please?” She quickly gets the other bag and, like in real life, as we walk away dad likes to make fun of these kind of people. I, like in real life, get annoyed with dad for making fun of these people behind their back. And though its pretty funny when he does it, I don't appreciate it.
Coming out of the shopping centre and into the parking lot, dad gets out his set of keys and then another set of keys and throws it to me. Turns out I got my own set of wheels – go-carts. But not the boring, wooden kind. I'm talking about the ones in amusement parks you drive around hitting people. Except ours looked like real sports cars, only smaller and built for one person. Mine was a hot red and dad's was navy blue. So we drove out of there like crazy!
Dad was ahead of me and I was trying to catch up. The go-cart was compact and easy to handle but not so well when drifting around curves. Was still getting the hang of it and I remember making a lot of screeching sounds under my wheels. Suddenly dad was going to do a stunt; there was a big ramp leaning on a building's balcony and dad was going to drive up the thing and do a somersault down with the cart in tact. I thought it'd never work so I cried out loud not to do it but he DID!
Well not exactly. He drove up and the car went up into the air and came crashing down, atop of him. At first I cried in dismay, thinking he was crushed under the car. But as I looked up at the balcony, there he was! He jumped in when the moment the car was in the air. I don't know why there was a white horse in the balcony with him though.
After that we returned to our go-carts then I see two cousins of mine and a pal of mine from school, Wasabi. My two cousins, the boy, Daniel, and the little girl, Atiqah, were looking over my red, hot go-cart while holding a small bicycle. Atiqah wanted to learn how to ride a bike so I taught her, more or less. I remember helping her onto the bike and I was by her side, as she pedalled along. Wasabi was amazed by my go-cart but somehow I remember him trying out the bike instead. Some guys saw him and made fun of him till he was embarrassed and got down.
As dad got out of the building, we started sharing the still toasty butter buns from the bakery. Daniel was holding one bun and giving out shares to Wasabi and his sis. I remember tearing the bun and it felt so hot and soft, and the smell of butter burned my nose in Dreamland.
I wish I could have eaten it in the end but I woke up before I had the chance :C Anyhoos, the butter bun reminded me of Roti Boy. Want to get some next time.
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