Dear Diary
Closed at 4 today. Business was brisk. Nasi Padang seller Ali had been making passes at new beer gal Ah Lian for the whole day. I will too if I love pig trotters. Ah Lian wears denim cutoffs that are so short that it rides up her bum each time she bends. More on that some other times.
Met up with Ah Beng in the evening. Now Ah Beng is what most will term as a good looker. Chiseled features, broad shoulders, tall and dark, the airs of a typical Shenton way executive, typically sported in his beemer. Looks aside. Ah Beng sells chicken rice across the streets. Yeah. On our off days, Ah Beng and I catches movies at YangTze cinema, enjoy a cold beer with hum.
Its one of those days today. Between canÂ’s of beer and hums we discuss about issues that are close to our hearts, like how mosaics can be removed from Japanese VCDs, SonyÂ’s X-ray camera and how TriumphÂ’s new undergarment can help hide VPLs. 8 cans of beer later, it dawned upon me that life, is like a hum. Each hum is unlike the other. After an initial tough task to pry it open, the biting of a hum is an ecstatic momentÂ… one feels the warmth of pus splitting out of its skin. It fills the mouth with a heavenly aftertaste. Each hum is unique. And thatÂ’s because you never know where it has been before it ends on the plate. Hum experiences an extreme test of survival. Born without hands, mouth, eyes and legs, a hum cannot fend for itself nor fight for survival. It lives its entire life in layers of mud and eventually ends up as a side dish to beer.
Now howÂ’s THAT (hum) like life, I do not know.. Watdaya expect. I had 8 cans of beer. You expect me to be sober and rational?
[This message has been edited by Illegal Operation (edited 11 August 2000).]
nothing for 12th Aug. Was in Batam.