Listen to your elders

listening to snow petrol's 'Chasing Cars'...

Haze condition seemed to have improved slightly. I can see my hands in front of my face. No complaints about the burning stench since Kay can't smell too well anyway. But I must say the throat has been kinda dry, and I sound husky these days in a horrid sort of way. Jeff from Inflight was really patient during my recording. Let's hope the airline is gonna continue to be just as nice.

Got back from lessons and went for a jog last night. I'm not sure what this post is about. Just had it at the top of my head while running.

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Dinner on Sunday was at Blooie's. Couldn't recall what triggered the conversation. Mr B2 was puzzled by our inability (or refusal) to understand the idea of seeing, and started to explain about his concept.

B2: Seeing is seeing.
Us: Going out.
B2: Yes.
Us: Not exclusively.
B2: Yes.
Us: You're both free to date other people.
B2: Yes. Isn't this how it is these days?
Since Mr B2 is ancient, he should know better, right?

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On Tuesday at Arab Street, W being the only thorn among the roses, had to play Uncle Agony to three whining girls. While moaning about our woe-begotten lives, Pi spotted some beefcake and pointed him out to us.

Kay: Not my type.
Fred: Yeah, coz you like bastards.

Silence followed by uproarious laughter from them. I couldn't come up with a clever retort, so threw a dirty look in their direction.

After hearing our individual stories, Fred began to dispense his worldy advice. Imagine Fred as one of those plump Italian mamas with flour all over, holding a rolling pin, and whacking our heads each time he needs to emphasize a point. A very, very disturbing image coz Fred is neither fat nor female. Our friend is also the epitome of male vanity. He'd rather die than dirty his face. But you get the idea. Anyway, just conjure the image in your head.

"You..." *clout*
"Do Not..." *clout*
"Ask..." *clout*
"Boy..." *clout*
"Out..." *clout*

Pi tried to interrupt, "But Tatt said..."

"I don't care what Tatt said, I'm a traditional person and I say you wait for him to ask. Anyway, the new concept benefits the boys, not the girls, so spread your investments! Increase your portfolio! Don't put your eggs all in one basket! Understand?" Fred ended by giving us the evil eye.

"Yes," we replied dutifully.