Was feeling extra sleepy after a heavy Borsch Soup + Chicken Chop In Cheese Baked Rice + Jelly Dessert lunch (eat-sleep-eat-sleep – ahh, that's the life, man) so I decided to hunt out Ah Beng on Gtalk for another one of our deep, meaningful heart-to-hearts. (FYI, that means pointless-chatting-about-everything-and-nothing-in-particular in The Cu•bi•cle language. =p)
Pam Song: Benzie (that's what I call him in real life), me sleepy. =_=
Ah Beng: Need smacks?
Pam Song: Need lovin'. Hahahha.
Ah Beng: Omg, Pammies... *cue b*tching session* Bla bla bla... Yada yada yada... (Too P&C to share here lah, ok?) How la like this?
Pam Song: Eee... How the heck did you get to know this fella lah? UP MARKET A BIT CAN???
Ah Beng: Day 1 2 3, quite ok, quite fun. Day 4, la la la. Day 5, *bleep* (tsk tsk) la, why like this. Day 6, zzZzzz. Day 7, I need to get out of here.
Pam Song: Eee. But HAHAHAHHA, I know what you mean.
Ah Beng: Kan? Woman when you making time for me all?
Pam Song: *cue 2nd b*tching session – my turn* You know hor... bla bla bla... yada yada yada... (I'm a woman of many secrets. Deal with it.) Eeeee... so superficial!
Ah Beng: Ahahhaha. It's ok. I'm equally superficial now also.
Pam Song: *faints* (As if that's good enough reason for it to be okay. -_-') BENZIE, why are we so superficial???
Ah Beng: Bla bla bla, I want someone a bit more bla bla bla... (He talk too much already. =p) At least, I dunno la... nicer feel a bit.
Pam Song: YEAH! Me, too! Shit man, so picky. How to find that kind now lah!? I'm so going to die alone.
Ah Beng: We die together mah. Push our wheelchairs. Remember our swing on patio plan?
Pam Song: Ya, man. Deal lah deal. Or we could get those cool wheelies with machine wan. Hahaha.
Ah Beng: Race you down the supermarket aisle.
Pam Song: Maybe it'll come with a water dispenser. Press button then the water squirt into our mouths.
Ah Beng: Ahhaha. Got hon also. Can modify ah beng version.
Pam Song: Lorry kind – POOOOOONNNNNNN!!! Dun gimmie the sissy peet peet wan.
Ah Beng: "*Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep* (Terrible lah, this boy! Ah Beng really chao Ah Beng, man.) SEI FAT ELEPHANT MOVE OUT OF THE WAY"
Pam Song: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. Terrorise the grocery section, man. Dun mess.
Ah Beng, thanks for making my day. I always love our chats – silly as they may be. I'm already looking forward to spending the rest our days lounging on the patio. =)
p/s: My wheelchair's gonna be a much cooler, meaner machine than yours. You better watch your hairy back, boy. Nyeh nyeh.