Once in a while MB will nag me saying that I’ve put on weight and that I should stop lazing around so much and do more exercise blah blah. And then the next moment he would say let’s go for dessert/supper.
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Have no one informed that dessert contains large quantity of fat?! And that eating supper contributes to putting on weight?!
Seriously, somebody enlighten me on their train of thoughts. I cannot get them!
MB: Hey do you realise they have all kinds of food like Italian, Western, Indonesian, Japanese available here, except one?Rest of us: What’s that?
MB: CHICKEN RICE!! I should come open a chicken rice shop!
Rest of us: Mmm-hmm…
Come to think of it quite true hor, don’t say chicken rice, hardly see any Chinese food too.
Every once in a while comes along a classic story that is retold in every gatherings and remain as a classic for years to come. There are already a few circulating among my church group, which I will share another time.
Something happened in Bali and it is most definitely qualified to be called a classic.
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It was a sunny breezy Bali afternoon. The 4 of us travelled on 2 bikes - yes, motorcycles not bicycles and I rode one of the bikes (and no I not have bike license), giving dear Gracie an experience of her lifetime. I hope she wasn’t scarred for life by my riding. Hehe.. Oh well, always a first time for everyone ya?!
Anyways, back to the story, we were heading for the beach after we stopped by for some shopping in Seminyak. Gracie and I were sitting on our bike, waiting for MB and Joyce to be ready.
Joyce placed her backpack on the backseat to buckle it, and as she lift it up intending to get on the bike, MB rode off!
At first, 3 of us thought MB is playing a prank on Joyce, like you know, ride off a short distance to make her walk cos she is slow like a tortoise.
But as MB rode into disappearance around the bend, we know this is not a prank. Joyce has been left behind right before our eyes!
In total disbelief we stared speechless at the bend, and then broke out in laughters.
We waited and expected his prompt return cos surely he would realise how come suddenly his bike so light and there is no one behind him… but nooo! I think we waited at least 2-3 minutes and still no sight of his return.
So we contemplated having Joyce ride on my bike as well, but we decided against it judging from my excellent riding skill.
In the end, Joyce started walking and we rode to get MB back to fetch her.
As I turned down the bend, MB came speeding back.
We questioned how he could actually rode off in total oblivion that Joyce has yet got onto the bike, he said he thought he felt something already on the backseat so he rode off!
He just noticed how come I wasn’t following him, and only until he stopped and turned his head to look for me then he realise to his horror Joyce is not there!
I think Joyce almost clobbered him to death with her backpack. And from that incident onwards, MB cannot ride off until Joyce tells him ok.
Amazing things boys do.
A business partner (who works in a restaurant group) shared over our lunch that she made an observation of how to tell whether the couples in the restaurant has been together for a while, or has just gotten together — from the way they sit in orientation to the plasma TV in the restaurant.
If the couple has been together for a while, they will sit side by side, both watching the TV.
If the couple has just newly got together, the guy will let the girl sit facing the TV and he would be contented just looking at her.
I said mine falls into neither category.
For me, usually MB will sit facing the TV and I will sit facing him. I dislike sitting side by side cos I want to look at the person whom I’m dining with, not some random person in the restarurant, or worse, the TV.
Having said that, during the lunch with the business partner, my eyes were glued to the plasma TV showing HK movies.
Crap.
For some strange and unknown reasons, MB managed to connect back with some of the most remote people who has been part of his life through me, or rather through the company I’m working in.
Many moons ago, in some chance meeting, he realised that my boss’ wife is actually his JC mate. They were not close in JC, fact being that they’ve never contacted each other since they left JC.
Then lately, my marketing manager gave birth and invited us to her baby’s full month celebration. As we drive close to the house she (or rather her hubby) stays, MB found it really familiar and dawned on him that this was the very house he had often visited during his childhood (he stayed in the same area when young).
As he was trying to recognise if this is the same family, horrors of all horrors, out came his childhood friend! Incredibly this childhood friend of his has never moved.
Alright now everybody, let’s hold hands together and sing loud loud “It’s a small small world~!!”. Laalaalalaa~
Metrosexual Boy is heading to Bangkok for his company trip now as I type.
If you hadn’t been living under a rock, you would know that Bangkok is not exactly peaceful and Singaporean friendly now. In fact, that place is such a mess now the government is threatening to declare state of emergency.
As I bade farewell to him just now, I reminded him to try not to participate in any protests or rallies.
Metrosexual Boy bought some delicious chicken bak kwa (very cheeeep too! Only half the price compared to SG) in JB for his family, but alas, left it in one of the shop there and forgot to bring back. He told his family about his purchase and they told him not to take it back coz he might get caught at the custom, and might get a fine for it.
I told him it can’t be so serious, at most the custom officer would take it and throw it away. Fine?! Unless you are bringing into Singapore a whole truckload lor.
Well, at most when kena caught at custom and the officers insist that he should know since it is in the newspapers, do the best puppy doe-eyes and plea innocence, “I really dunno! I really dunno!” *blink eyes incessantly*
When I told Kat about it this morning, she commented, “Look at MB! I don’t think the custom officers would buy it lor. Tell him this tactic is not suitable for him lah.”
During Xmas gift exchange…
Metrosexual Boy: Wah~ That is such an apt gift for Dan, she finally has new sandals, her current one are so old already..
QueenMother: Really? Only 1 pair of sandals?
MB: Ya, she only buy for replacements, which she calls the JIT (just in time) inventory management system. So unlike the typical girl.
Dan: And you are not the typical guy either, with your exploding wardrobe filled with clothes and shoes, you need to do annual stock take.
A very very bad hand.
My co-workers and I were sharing about our horrifying childhood experiences of getting separated from our parents, and the following incident came to my mind.
Metrosexual Boy and I were shopping in a big toy store one time and in one of the lane, we spotted a boy bawling and screaming at the top of his lung, “Mommy… sob sob… MOMMY!!” He looked so pitiful, so MB went up to him and ask the ultimate question, “Where’s your mommy?” I almost drop to the floor rolling with laughter. I think the little boy wailed even louder after that.
