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"Three tickets sir, for 3 Idiots" said the lady at GSC Midvalley's ticketing booth.
She smiled, cheeks glowing, eyes cheekily laughing at me. I bit back a colourful retort, smiled and laugh out loud instead.
I guess, I am an 'idiot', with a rumbling belly, who forgot his meals today.
I slowly walked back to the Vietnemese Kitchen restaurant. My face frozen in a silly smile, bemused by the ticket lady's clever pun.
My slippers flip-flopped on cold Terazo floorings, pacing the distance to where the second 'idiot', Carilla, waited with the dinner we ordered.
Hopefully my equally famished messy haired friend haven't finished off my portion of food. "Note to self, always eat regular meals. Don't skip breakfast, forget lunch nor delay dinner".
The third 'idiot' Patty will come later, leaving late to finish her work. I think our bosses work us too hard.
As I moved closer to where Carilla, and most importantly my meal was, I entertained myself ogling a gaggle of 'I-am-skimpier-than-thou' ladies."Ah, the young of today".
"Dig in, it's still hot," gestured Carilla with slim bamboo chopsticks, between mouthfuls, as I arrived, whilst attacking dinner with much gusto.
I smiled, thinking how I love a lady who can eat. Picking up my chopsticks, I lost myself in the spread, pausing to inform congenial Carilla of the ticket lady's pun.
She laughed, her chandelier tinkle and my hearty bassoon in reply, sealing our fate in other patron's eyes. Two loudly laughing idiots, who ate, oh so boisterously.
Lucky Patty is not yet here, her 'delicate disposition' won't have survived it.
She smiled, cheeks glowing, eyes cheekily laughing at me. I bit back a colourful retort, smiled and laugh out loud instead.
I guess, I am an 'idiot', with a rumbling belly, who forgot his meals today.
I slowly walked back to the Vietnemese Kitchen restaurant. My face frozen in a silly smile, bemused by the ticket lady's clever pun.
My slippers flip-flopped on cold Terazo floorings, pacing the distance to where the second 'idiot', Carilla, waited with the dinner we ordered.
Hopefully my equally famished messy haired friend haven't finished off my portion of food. "Note to self, always eat regular meals. Don't skip breakfast, forget lunch nor delay dinner".
The third 'idiot' Patty will come later, leaving late to finish her work. I think our bosses work us too hard.
As I moved closer to where Carilla, and most importantly my meal was, I entertained myself ogling a gaggle of 'I-am-skimpier-than-thou' ladies."Ah, the young of today".
"Dig in, it's still hot," gestured Carilla with slim bamboo chopsticks, between mouthfuls, as I arrived, whilst attacking dinner with much gusto.
I smiled, thinking how I love a lady who can eat. Picking up my chopsticks, I lost myself in the spread, pausing to inform congenial Carilla of the ticket lady's pun.
She laughed, her chandelier tinkle and my hearty bassoon in reply, sealing our fate in other patron's eyes. Two loudly laughing idiots, who ate, oh so boisterously.
Lucky Patty is not yet here, her 'delicate disposition' won't have survived it.
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