It's not that I enjoyed my lollipop much, but it stuck on my teeth

K took me to Heavenly Goddess Temple in Petaling Jaya. I cannot recall its Chinese name, a bit too complicated for my tiny brain. After prayer and did fortunetelling (which was excellent for me, but not for K) K and I went around to a souvenir centre in that temple. I bought some key chains and lighters, so I didn’t have to search some oleh-oleh anymore.

Then ta daaa…my eyes stuck on some colourful sweets. There were some lollies, blue, orange, yellow, red, purple, wow…yummy. Each was 1 ringgit only.
“I haven’t eaten lollies for years.” K told me. “You know how to unwrap it? Oh no, don’t tell me you want it.”

“Do I want it? No I want them. I love sweets.” I replied. “What is this blue one?” I asked the seller.

“It’s blueberry.” the seller answered me.

K unwrapped it for me. “You look like my niece now.” And I just laughed. Who cares? The lolly was nice. “I like it.” It’s so sweet, a bit sour, and a bit sticky though. I think I want to have so more. I want to buy all flavours.” I told K.

It was nice until I found that it stuck on my teeth. Well sure at first it wasn’t that horrible, I could manage it well. So I bit a bit more, and it was really stuck on my teeth. I couldn’t remove it and just said,”Uh..uh…(supposed to be) K…uh…uh…” and pointed out my mouth to K who was sitting on car next to me got ready to drive.

K pulled that sticky lolly out. Oh my goodness, it was so gross I know. Worse, he couldn’t stop his laughter. “Oh my God, man, you looked so silly. That’s the silliest thing I’ve seen in my life. So do you still want to have more?”

“Dang…dude…what do you Malaysian make your lollies from? It’s bloody sticky. Can you imagine all kids in Malaysia cannot open their mouths because their lollies stuck on their teeth?”

Lesson learned: Don’t buy Malaysian lollies.