Quart past 11 nowhere to hide from the smoochin muzik, finally an appeal to the two young Malays.
Gee, the sharpness must have startled the pair. Did most definitely startle the lumpy girl in particular….
___ rubbish…
How in the heck did that get out?! Wholly unintended. Crickey.
But sir, we…
White guy was giving the pair a hard time, because his hit parade—re-mastered swelling big number—was delivered to him on a plate with jam and cream complimentary on the side?… (Unfathomable.)
Sorry sir. Yes sir. Sure…
Darling, you are Starbs, granted. I know. I noticed coming in. But yellow. Sulphur through & through. (She herself may possibly have been Chinese; many were hard to tell. The boy’s name tag had been sighted.) But, couldn’t you go your own way, like. Just do it? Be yourself, make your own tracks in the forest…(A nice Tamil girl the week before had been caught re-reading the Running Wolves book at KV.)
Made himself shockingly tongue-tied and confused, the author. Irretrievably. The Arabic script tee the day after Hari Raya might possibly have been counterproductive, spooked the kids a wee. Island-wide they were alert for ructions.
Hopefully the CCTV failed, could not possibly have got sound beneath the fellatio fondling the vocalist was giving out.
Many thanks lads.
None of the other punters complaining thankfully, thin crowd in the last half hour before noon. Corner window job interview where the lookalike girls either side shopped for the same clothes, watched the same TV and dreamt the one dream at night. Around at entry two joined tables Singlish corporate mimicry for an SME strategy.
The table further along was a better bet, even three feet remove made a difference.
Toast Box was rather vacant too. There had been a thought passing. In the end the doll-house scale, tables and décor, decided against. (The Box at Bugis five years ago wasn’t that bad.)
Thursday. Taking a while to figure. At the Haig an old Indian-Malay coming along reported Har Yassin was still closed. Cat-lady auntie Helen under her umbrella pacing out the last steps for the refuge of the mall. Earlier there had been a rain-storm that had prompted look-out the bedroom window, heat sting through the glass.
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