Blue Eyes, Tram Rockstar, Mommas Boy.
Three's not bad, thanks muchly, Melbourne. :)
The story of Mommas Boy. Actually it's not really about Momma's Boy but more of my inability to wave and smile and say thank you. Damnit all, Sha, damnit all.
Anyway, so there I was, being helped up one step to my chariot... eh, scooter and bila sudah I turn around and what do I see? The cutie at the next table had stood up to offer his hand for balance or something. I just sheepishly looked at him before duduk on the scooter at which point he looked at me serba salah and when I turned around he was gone. I think he fail-safe'd himself out of the malu.
I AM SO THE CHAMPION.
Li, you can confirm this happened onot? I don't know if it really happened... It all happened so fast! Meh.
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