christmas turkey* 

As I was licking away my second chocolate sundae in McDonald's Pusat Bandar Damansara last night, Gorgeous filled me in on his rendezvous with his current dream girl. From the gleam on his eyes, one could tell how obsessed he was with her.

"Blah blah blah...she's so cute...blah blah blah...she's so funny...blah blah blah...she's so adorable...blah blah blah...she's so this, she's so that".

So smitten to death he was with this petite femme called Hannah. For a moment, I had to do some self cross-checking at my end. I could feel a tinge of jealousy lurking from the deep within and I don't understand why. 'Too much sundaes,' I thought. I mean, I can share his excitement - that was exactly the same drooling dialogue I had on Jess many months ago.

Being the sensitive gem that he is, he sensed my boredom = monotone erms and uh-huhs.

"Am I boring you?" he asked.

"No lah. Just feeling kinda dead-beat."

He raised his left eyebrow in skeptic. "Ok ok...I’ll stop talking about Hannah. For today."

"Thank you. My eardrums are eternally grateful."

"Eh. Errr, one last question about Hannah," he said sheepishly before mutating to his infamous sappy doggy face. "I swear, last question. Last question. Puh leeez?" he pleaded.

"Ok. Last question. If there's any more forthcoming, I swear I will just go home or do something against my family name."

"He he. You must be honest when you answer this, ok!"

"Hurry up! My biological clock is ticking away and my eggs are screaming blue murder!"

"Do you think me and Hannah are compatible, ah?".

"Aiyo, friend, questions like that you go ask Lillian Too la. You two are chickens, right? So both of you are meant to love peck each other. Yes, yes, damn compatible!"

"Eh no lah…she's a pig la."

"Haa...Better still, that's perfect for my Christmas special - Bak-Chi Kut Teh! Now wait here, I'm gonna get my cleaver in the car."

"You are worst than Bentong Kali la." And like the rest of the male species, Gorgeous finally ran away from me...leaving me feeling like the turkey that I am.

December 21, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 10:47 pm
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