Chilli Padi Tai Tai

Perfect strangers.

Cliché Hi and Bi.

CL and I hardly know each other well when are still chemical-engineer-wannabes some 7 years back, and we had not seen each other since she had decided to become a tai-tai, but we met for dinner recently, and over 2 pints of beer, we digress.

She said: “You are still u. As stupid as before. Stop being nice, for goodness sake. You have not come out of your shell –the seemingly strong invulnerable cancerian shell that protects the hidden pathetic soft core.”

I was pretty amused by her same old cliché horoscopic claims.

"You've put on some weight though you seemed well-groomed. You actually bother to leave a sheen on your shoes. Sadly, not in your eyes”

I reciprocated with a proper, polite smile.

“Can u be serious and stop showing that pair of dimples, will you?”

“Ok.” I utter apologetically.

"Get a life. Go meet somebody who will give you the heights and…….bring you to the brink of catastrophe… the breaking point. Experience that then you know you have found the one.” CL admonished like my primary-five-science-teacher.

“Wait a minute”. I interrupted, impolitely.

“U are still so chilli padi…”

I was immediately greeted with a pinch.

It was my feeble attempt to divert her attention.

She was distracted.

I have never told her about the series of unfortunate events that took place in my early twenty-something and I am not prepared to tell her the recent turmoil where I was pushed to the breaking point.

I am sorry CL, but I have already pre-occupied myself with the thoughts of you being you and you being a tai-tai couldn’t possibly be bothered by the past. You are not a “past” person, not to mention u hated history. Ha ha.

The rest of the night was spent downing another 2 pints and hearing her life as a tai-tai.

Nope… she plays no mahjong.

Honestly… I miss her pinching me.....*smirk*