B2B

tofu man
Swiped from arimoore.

Meeting new people can be fun especially if you clique well and are on the same frequency. But as fresh as it is, seeing each other too frequently can be quite step backward. Heh. It'll get much easier to hit those lulls in the conversation, since there's not much catching up to do anyway. Sometimes, there's only so much one can mengumpat dan mengutuk to keep the conversation lively (at the expense of the victim-- sneezing fits). Was at KTZ with new arrivals Eugene and Eric when the waitress asked me a fantastic question in Cantonese:

"You don't want to eat tofu ar?"

It loosely translates to taking advantage of someone sexually and I immediately guffawed. Later, when Eugene's order of Chu Cheong Fun arrived, many chopsticks were dropped on the table. Since there were many extras, I contemplated playing pick-up sticks with them. However, the same waitress came by to collect the chopsticks (disposable ones, mind you) and I thought that she meant the plates. I absently waved her off with the chopsticks in hand, but she just stood there waiting.

"You want to take back the chopsticks ar?"

Pengz. I should have gave her the used ones. I guess I was daydreaming at the time. Anyway, I will start my minimalist description of the night's conversation:


Gym. Toilet. Shadow. Mor-mor?. Bunny-Bashing.

Ampang jam meh? Good appetite.

Money Laundering. Siao-siao Lang. Defiant popped someone's cherry.

Fillet O' Fish.


The next day at Good Taste Walking:


Waiter missing. Slitty eyes. Towel drying. Covering your behind. Headache.

Standing around. Smokes. Lookout for cirit-birit pigeons.

Mosquitos. Porn distro. Jay Chou. Form 1 kids. Next meet. Kakiku. Pole Dancing.


Until I make sense again...