heard 'em say.

there is this ladies toilet at this shopping centre.
usually in toilets. music are played.
it wasnt any special of cos.
so this lady went in and do her business as per normal.
(assuming she got great digestion k)

she was of certain there was toilet paper so she chose tat cubicle.
sat down. looked around.
(i assume you guys do tat too rite)
it was english FM she remembered. probably class 95.
den as she sat down she realised it changed to the classical music FM.

and it went on. to chinese old songs.
its all alright since she was a chinese. old songs are kinda sentimental to her.
but coincidentally or wad, she began to hear people talkin outside.
outside her cubicle.
meaning near the basins or mirrors.

prob was they wasnt speaking the sporean tone.
the sporean chinese style. it wasnt.

it was in cantonese. and the lady noe tey wasnt talkin normal.
tey are speaking as in stage opera.
those cantonese stage opera. it wasnt loud but it was there.
the voices were there. its soft enuff tat u could hear it.
so if it was u? u feel creepy? wad will be ur first reaction?

yeah the lady look up.

GOD's SAKE.
nothing.
if imaginations do run wild.

and she started pulling the toilet paper frantically.
but it was stucked. she pulled it with all might all her strength.
till the cover drop open and created a din in her cubicle.

she had no choice but to open the door.

she almost fainted only to realise there was only a cleaner staring at her and the fallen cover.

well this happen to a few. but not all manage to feel relieve seeing the cleaner. some just walked out fast and didnt even washed their hands. some even forget to do wad tey are supposed to do after the "business". anyway.

i met a lady todae.
she damn interesting lah.
choosing a shirt for his friend she claimed.
it was his birthday.

judging from the arm tattoos she had.
the genuine gucci bag and LV wallet.
the way she dressed.
she couldnt be a tai tai.
cant be much of a prositute too,
too rich to be one.
shes around 30-40?

she called.
"boy ah boy. boy come here."

-wah f. bad karma.-
she looked damn intimidating but when she called me boy.
i looked more like a killer than her.

i got her the apparels she wanted and she suddenly told me.
"aye i scared the white collar dirty den he dont wear leh. aye DONT care lah. let his stupid wife go wash it."
and she got a couple pair as well cos i recommended to her and she smiled happily at her so-called "boy". fuck. so gay.

-wtf once more. doubts half clear. shes a mistress?"-

she held my arm and walk to the cashier and paid up.
-i felt damn weak. my legs were jelly and my body was overwhelmed by her perfume-
and she open her wallet to use her Lady's card.
she also showed me her NAME CARD.

i was like already half alert.
all i saw was it was a blue card. and KTV LOUNGE.
shes a KTV HOSTESS!
oh my. with an affair too.

and she said i cant go ktv cos nid to be 18.
i told her im 20.
I SWORE I TOLD HER im 20.
but she turned and said.

"thanks ah boy"

-the end. its a gay life.