Ended up at Wala’s after a few-week hiatus, thanks to various other obligations, with belle last night. All was going well, especially with the various mambo-moves I was suddenly possessed to act out, until all of a sudden, the bunny noticed a fist next to belle’s head. A fist that was clenched, and just hovering next to her right ear. A fist that wouldn’t leave.

Turned out to belong to an ang moh dude trying to catch her attention. After having removed the offending fist, he stared expectantly at the back of her head for a while, before getting the hint that she wasn’t going to give him a split second of her time. The three of us gasped in incredulity for a couple of seconds before we all dissolved in laughter and had to leave so we could screech about it downstairs.

Things like this only ever happen at Wala Wala to her, or her.