Ogos 9

It was girls' night for me and my two bestfriends, Aunt Ros and my Ma.
Hahah. I'm strange, but they're really fun to hang out with.
Besides, everything would be free of charge with them.

Anyway, we dumped my younger brother, Indra, at bf's house.
So yah. Everything's settled.

Firstly, Aunt Ros drove us to Ion Orchard to see Ma's friend, Uncle Z, who works at Omega boutigue.
When we came, there were no customers.
So we tried on the watches and accessories and took pictures.
The watches were like $8000 and above each.
Sheesh.

Aunt Ros was like: "You must marry a rich guy so you can own all this."

Initially, I thought that Omega is only for old Ah Peks who want to show off that they have money.
But I didn't know that they sell watches for ladies too. Some with diamonds and check out this pink, sporty Omega watch! Yeay!!!!!! I got to try it on!

So, we head off to Cafe el Caire, somewhere in Arab street.

The waiter who served us was someone I knew back in secondary school.
But he didn't recognise me.
He said: "Sorrylah. You've changed a lot. I can't recognise you."
He recommended us a sheesha which was a mixture of lemon, strawberry and rose.
We drank mint tea. Which was cooling but hot. We ordered beef wrapped with pita bread and wedges too. But before I could take a picture of the wonderful snack, Ma and Aunt Ros had eaten half of them.

When the sheesha arrived,
Ma tried the wonderfully mixed Sheesha.
She sucked really really hard. But no smoke came out.

Aunt Ros tried the wonderfully mixed Sheesha. She sucked a little and there was a lot of smoke coming out. Like a dragon.
Ma said: "Your Aunt Ros is a heavy sucker."
We laughed, laughed and laughed.
The sheesha smelled really nice.
A man sitting a table behind us came over and asked: "What flavour is this sheesha? It smells really good."

I can't remember much about what we talked about. All I remember is that Aunt Ros, Ma and I just kept laughing and laughing and laughing.

I tried the sheesha. But it was too strong for me. It was making me feel a little dizzy and high and I felt like puking. So I stopped sucking the sheesha.
Then, there was this really, really cute guy who looked like an Arab. Apparently, everyone in Arab street looks mixed. I think he's about my age.
Aunt Ros said as he walked pass: "Hey. Not working today?"
Cute guy said: "Yah. I'm working. I'm working."
Cute guy is not wearing the uniform which consists of black pants, black trousers and black apron.
Aunt Ros is a regular customer at this cafe. She knows some of the waiters here.
When he disappeared to serve the other customers, I tugged Aunt Ros' blouse and grinned at her.
Aunt Ros said: "That boy is from Nepal. And he is my favourite here."
Ma said: "Why didn't you introduce him to Atikah?"
I said: "I want to take pictures with him. Please please please!"
Aunt Ros said: "But your value will drop! Guys should make the first move, not girls."
I said: "Then you say some excuses to him so I can take pictures with him. Please pleeeaaaaase!!!!!!!!"
I felt like peeing from drinking too much mint tea. But I don't care. I really wanted to take pictures with cute guy. As a souvenir.
When cute guy walked pass us again, Aunt Ros called him.
Aunt Ros said: "Hey. Um. What's your name?"
Cute guy said: "Preet."
Aunt Ros said: "Preet. This girl here works at a certain publication and she would like to write about you. And she wants to take pictures with you."
Hah. Good one, Aunt Ros.
Preet grinned and said: "Okay. Just give me a moment."
He went to serve other customers who seemed to only demand him. Most of them females. Oh bitches.

His "just give me a moment" felt like forever.
Finally, we gave up waiting and decided to pay the bills and go.
But Preet came to serve us.
Aunt Ros said: "We'd like to pay the bills."
He grinned.
He looked at me and said: "Come with me."
He took us across a narrow road to the counter.
Aunt Ros maintained a reasonable distance from us.

A badly-dyed- haired minah rep with really, really huge boobs called Preet in an overly sweet voice: "Preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet."
Preet said: "Yah, will get back to you."
Sheesh. Why are cute guys always the favourite?

When Aunt Ros was paying the bills, Preet and I took three pictures with me with my handphone. Preet also took pictures of us with his handphone.
Like me, he's also using a Sony Ericsson phone.
Somehow, I got to know that he lives in Bukit Batok and he's currently studying and working at the same time.
With bad lighting and bad camera skills, we looked pretty bad in all the pictures.

Preet said: "Um. Um. Can I have your number?"
I really felt like peeing.
I said: "Um................."
It was a really long "um". And then, bf's face appeared in my head.
I said: "No."
Preet said: "Don't worry, your mother won't know. This is a secret between us."
Oh boy. You really don't know how my mother is like.
I said: "No."
Preet said: "I really hope to see you again."
I said: "Bye."
You see Han Fei, I'm really loyal, you know.
Aunt Ros had already walked away. I ran to catch up with her.
In the car, I was all time high. My head was bobbing around and I was grinning.
I told my ma proudly that he actually asked for my number. Like can you believe it????? A CUTE guy asked for my number!!!!!!!!
Ahahahaha!
First time.
But Ma screeched: "Why you said no???? Why you so stupid?????!!! Where are your manners? He was obviously busy and took the time to take pictures and you rejected him! You're so arrogant, Atikah."
I was dumbfounded.
What manners?
That's my ma.
She's always biased towards cute or handsome guys.
If Preet were to be ugly, she wouldn't have minded.
Anyway, we went home.
My head bobbing around.
A grin plastered on my face.
Oh, and I really peed a lot when we reached home.