CHUM-BER!!
on a fateful Saturday, Mr Tom, Mr Nose and i were hanging out at a coffeedshop near Boat Quay.
i cant say we were having a deep conversation about the meaning of life. i doubt that was the topic of our conversation. we had just watched Manchester United's defeat by Arsenal much to my quiet glee. nevertheless, Liverpool's own defeat wasnt exactly a nice feeling to possess at that point of time too.
so in the end, the conversation took a predictable turn into the red light district of sex and women. its not so much about the act that we talk about but how audacious it can be.
while deep in conversation, suddenly i heard a girl speaking as loudly as she could into her mobile. frankly i was pretty annoyed. i am very annoyed by people who speak to their mobiles as if the person has serious hearing problem or that the person is actually present in the vicinity but is standing at the end of the room.
call me intolerant but this cant be.
however that annoyance took a seriously weird twist. its as if the car that i was driving cornered that sharpest corners, spinned a few times, and then head off to a different direction. indeed. it was that type of twist.
just as the dust and smoke was settling mostly due to burnt rubber we heard her say...
'CHUM ---BER!'
no make that a scream. she said it a few more times, obviously the lingua franca was Mandarin.
'CHUMBER! CHUMBER!'
because my knowledge of Mandarin has stayed at Primary 3 since the last century i wouldnt be able to translate that to you, my dear esteemed friends and readers.
and then the unthinkable happen... the smart girl spelt the word...
'C-H-A-M-B-E-R'
to be frank, she was quite gorgeous. tall, slim, long straight hair, gorgeous top, expensive jeans and perhaps the most dear item on her, beautiful high heels. but the minute she spelt CHUMBER, all that was beautiful came tumbling down.
Crumbled like Pompeii crumbled underneath the lava of Mt Versivus...
i cant say we were having a deep conversation about the meaning of life. i doubt that was the topic of our conversation. we had just watched Manchester United's defeat by Arsenal much to my quiet glee. nevertheless, Liverpool's own defeat wasnt exactly a nice feeling to possess at that point of time too.
so in the end, the conversation took a predictable turn into the red light district of sex and women. its not so much about the act that we talk about but how audacious it can be.
while deep in conversation, suddenly i heard a girl speaking as loudly as she could into her mobile. frankly i was pretty annoyed. i am very annoyed by people who speak to their mobiles as if the person has serious hearing problem or that the person is actually present in the vicinity but is standing at the end of the room.
call me intolerant but this cant be.
however that annoyance took a seriously weird twist. its as if the car that i was driving cornered that sharpest corners, spinned a few times, and then head off to a different direction. indeed. it was that type of twist.
just as the dust and smoke was settling mostly due to burnt rubber we heard her say...
'CHUM ---BER!'
no make that a scream. she said it a few more times, obviously the lingua franca was Mandarin.
'CHUMBER! CHUMBER!'
because my knowledge of Mandarin has stayed at Primary 3 since the last century i wouldnt be able to translate that to you, my dear esteemed friends and readers.
and then the unthinkable happen... the smart girl spelt the word...
'C-H-A-M-B-E-R'
to be frank, she was quite gorgeous. tall, slim, long straight hair, gorgeous top, expensive jeans and perhaps the most dear item on her, beautiful high heels. but the minute she spelt CHUMBER, all that was beautiful came tumbling down.
Crumbled like Pompeii crumbled underneath the lava of Mt Versivus...
Finger Acrobatics Performed
On Wednesday, November 08, 2006 at 12:01 pm.
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