My internet has been crawling. Hopefully not to a stop.

Whilst eating lunch this afternoon, i amazed myself at the scenario i was stuck in the middle in.

To my left was a group of makciks-makciks and two teenage girls, presumably their offsprings. An obvious case of Mak borek anak rintik. The whole gang clad in tight black blouses and skirts, cigarettes clutched between fingers, blonde (dyed duh) hair tossed every few seconds. By Makcik i meant around 30 to 40 years of age.

To my right was a group of pakciks-pakciks. The typical dangdut kind. Clad in mat-rocker gear, long hair, cigarette pose and bottles of Heineken and Carlsberg on the table.

And so i ate in peace, once a while stealing glances at both sides and trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, the kpo girl that i am.

Then one of the pakcik got up, went to the ladies table, and said a corny pick-up line. I almost died laughing. The other half was shaking his head and guffawing.

Old habits die hard.

Bah. Stupid unorganised entry. Im chatting with Farez now, on some play he's writing. This aught to be fun.