Here goes a free-flowing story. (To differentiate who is saying what, what I say will be
italicized while what anyone else said will be
underlined.)
So it was a Friday night after
Tracy's gig. I had to pee, so I walked down from Plaza Damas to Desa Sri Hartamas, as Plaza Damas was closed and there were no other toilets around. I did not intend to flash anybody at the playground so I kept on walking.
Since I had a good holding capacity, I reached Coffee Bean and bumped into two dudes I knew. Went to Breakers to pee. Came back out.
"
So how come you guys are hanging out here instead of there?" *points to Hartamas Square*
"
Oh it's very crowded man. Plus this place is less noisy." (Cue thumping music blasting out the balcony of the
infamous Soda Club.)
"
Hmmm, but the scenery there is better. Here we get the Soda crowd... it doesn't feel like the Hartamas of before, y'know what I mean?"
"
Yeah but here you pay a bit more for the quiet."
"
Hmm yes, but I think I'll head over to Hartamas Square and see if I bump into anybody. I almost always do! There are always a few regulars there... plus, the international school chicks!"
"
Well fine then, leave us then. Don't blame us if you don't bump into anybody."
And so, I walked to Hartamas Square, and sure enough, the first table I see had two familiar faces! (And a hot chick!)
"
HAYYY ALBERT!"
"
Dude! I see you every time! I saw you here yesterday, and here you are again..." (I came the day before for
Alda's Low End Assasins gig.)
I told him how my other friends said I wouldn't bump into anybody, and he forced me to sit down instead of surveying how likely I was to bump into more people. I was introduced to the chick. YAY!
They were smoking shisha, and I took the oppurtunity to
sample it, repeatedly. The shisha shop dude then came over, saying how he could blow shisha smoke into a bottle and change its color.
I whipped out my digital camera to take a picture of the yellowed bottle.
The guy to my right went, "
Cool! A digital camera! Can I see it?" I then passed it to him.
The chick went, "
Wow, you carry a digital camera around wherever you go?" "
Yeah I do!" "
Cool!"
The guy fiddled around with my camera and asked, "
Dude, does this have shutter speed?" I said yes, and showed him that it was the
Tv mode on the dial.
He then took pictures of everybody smoking shisha, YAY!
Now you may wonder why I would be overjoyed. Simple! He saved me the trouble of finding an excuse to make the chick do something photo-worthy with the shisha. (Of course, all I wanted was a picture of her, shisha or not.) Inside, I was thinking, "
YAY thank you for taking pictures of her, with flash even!" Since he knew her, it wouldn't be so awkward.
My friends from Coffee Bean passed by. I went, "
Wassap! What did I tell you? What did I tell you, huh? You said I wouldn't bump into anybody! Haha!"
She then looked at the pictures. All this while, I didn't, playing it cool. We then played foosball at Breakers till they closed the coin change counter, and we all went home.
It wasn't until I reached home that I realized I should've checked the pictures.

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