there was this kid in a toy store. now, this was a kid in a toy store who just saved a dollop of dosh from money collected on hari raya.

he saw an old toy which was about a hundred years old (someone told him it was made when queen victoria was still alive), and felt that he wanted it. but this kid had to be really sure which toy he should choose as he is going to splash his entire wad (euphemisms galore today, aren’t we? –ed.) of raya cash. and that cash only makes 5% of the toy’s RRP, and money to pay sharks, i mean, solicitors, and not forgetting to mention that at the current RRP there is a 3% stamp duty which the kid hopes to negotiate to bring it down to 1%. he actually has to borrow the remaining 95% to pay for the toy, which was confirmed that he could (and much more), thankfully. after close inspection of the toy, the kid felt it needs a little touch of paint here and there. raya is coming soon (in this kid’s universe, raya comes once a month) but the kid was not sure he could wait that long. perhaps there are other toys in the shop but he really wanted this particular one.

the toy the kid fell in love with is a few quid above two hundred fifty, and apart from the vast space it has (including a garage for a toy XC90), it has a cellar which only requires paint, flooring and a decent sound-proofed door.

oh, i forgot to add the word thousand, after the word quid and fifty. in the aforementioned paragraph.

the kid needed some time to think, i hear.

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thanks to sharizal, for the heads up.

hey, it’s not my fault the boroi option was too much like homer. ahem. to paraphrase jimbo, don’t hate the playa…