I am…

… a walking, raging hard-on. Out of the way motherfuckers.

Poking fun at the brood

Joke:

Q:What’s the collective noun for people who work in banks?

A: A wunch of bankers.

Sorry, I’m still cheesing from this.

I want

Nat has been in the slums lately. His girlfriend is away at her daddy’s kampung with her entire family to celebrate the old man’s retirement; 2 weeks worth of vacation, kampung style.

I have always envied the relationship they have. Complete and utter opposites of each other, they somehow mesh so well, filling in the gaps of cracks with fluid ease. Constant fights and bickering nonwithstanding. I’d be out for beers with him and Elle would sometimes swing by. Nat would look up, smile, drop everything and just give her a big kiss. Hello darling, I missed you. I’m so happy you’re here.

Nat is one of th guys at work who would leave immedietly after work, if he doesn’t have much to do, and rush home. Someone to go home to, is undeniably, one of the best things in life to have.

……

I’ve been daydreaming about this for quite a bit lately. Leaving work and going home to someone. We would either cook or go out for dinnger (more likely) and talk talk talk talk the night away. Maybe on somedays we’ll tapau and read at home or watch a movie on the sofa. (And end up not finishing either one) Mostly at the end of the day, we can both go to bed, happy and very much content that this is right for both of us. Let tomorrow take care of itself, we’re both here now and that’s all that matters

….

“Hey Rese, wanna go for chapatis and chutney later? I found a great place”

I can’t today. I have to get some stuff in town. Tomorrow?

“Heh no. Elle’s coming back the day after so I’d better clean the house before she kicks my ass. It’s today or never, man.”

Lucky Sods.

When not quite sober

By the Row:

I says, Okay let’s get out of here. One more and I’ll be too hammered to work tomorrow.

Colleague says, Okay, one sec. Kasi my friend ambik jacket dia pastu we’ll drop you off.

I says, Okay. Mana your friend?

Colleague says, Inside tengah ambik coat lah.

friend comes lumbering out.

Colleague says, ha tu pun dia.

I says, Isn’t that a woman’s jacket? Dia tak malu ke?
Colleague says, SHE IS A WOMAN.

I says, oh shit sorry. You’re very pretty.

Must learn to keep my mouth shut when semi-tanked up.

I miss you