Originally uploaded by Jeremy_K.
Every once in while, I will sms T demanding to know when is our next date. I had to you know, else we’ll only like meet once a year. She says she’s too busy but I reckon she is just too nua to initiate. Lazy bum!
Therefore, it’s my job to bug and surprise her with impromtu phone calls to meet up for dinner like NOW. All these are good for her soul, cos everytime after we meet, she’ll tell me she’s so glad we metup and we should meet again next week and she’ll call.
Bah! Empty promises! Never happened. Ok, give her some credit, she kept her promise like once, or maybe twice.
Anyways after awhile I’ll always 自作賤 and run back to her asking, “Eh! When’s our next date?”
So that’s what I did last night, asking when we are meeting for dinner. She replied after what seems like eternity telling me she is in Beijing freezing her tits off for work, then some more cut her finger and part flesh came out (eww!!), is homesick but have to extend stay till Friday.
Poor girl.
I think I do remember vaguely she grumbling to me during our last meeting how she had to go Beijing alone to handle all the crap load of work.
Once again, poor girl.
All I replied was, “Haha!!”
Just kidding.
I told her to take care lor, of her tits and catch up when she gets back.
…
I digressed too much. I was to talk about the time I forced T to cook a meal for me and I saw all these black shirts, pants, shorts, panties, bras and whatnots hanging on the bamboo sticks in her kitchen. I was wondering out loud to myself how someone can love black so much every piece of clothing she owns is black!
Those belongs to her sister she said, and it was her black wash that day.
Interesting. I’ve never bothered to separate the colours and neither can I stand accumulating my clothes (they will never get washed) so I can wash them at one go like this.
