Ok, I'm still lingering on that email. Haha.
I have come up with a better version.
A more realistic version of a (dare I say, Singaporean?) man that you and I are more familiar with:
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot (and then puckers up his lips and makes that 'zuk-zuk' ah beng sound at you), who calls you back when you hang up on him (and yells, "BITCH! Don't you ever dare hang up on me again!"), who will stay awake just to watch you fall asleep (so he can sneak out for a fun night with the boys).
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead (and then slowly tries to kiss down southward), who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats (and then laughs at his friends, "See? You cannot make it lah, even my char bor can lift more weights than you."), who holds your hand in front of his friends (and then winks at them and points with his head toward the chick at the next table).
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you (just so he can shut you up from any doubt).
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "That's her (... the Mother-Tiger, my free maid)."
Hmm.
I am quite evil, aren't I?
Oh God, please don't strike me with lightning tonight.
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