ludicrously speaking

It was the most draining flea market I ever did. The aircon was down, the place was packed and the air was still. I was sweating buckets and feeling damn eeky right from the start. Luckily I made good sales from my batch of old CDs and gladly left an hour before closing time.

Met a lot of familiar faces – from ex-colleagues to classmates, acquaintances to prolific blogger Blinkymummy. She wrote about me and Star-Farnie on her blog.

From Blinkymummy:

BM: WAH LAU… Damn hot… Why don’t you like break the glass (window) or something?
Guy: Yeah…
Girl: Are you ‘She’? *does the BM sign*
Guy: No need to ask lah. She is!
BM: Heh heh heh…
Girl: *pulls out t-shirt with monkey print* Nah… Monkey.
BM: Eh? Same as the monkey I am wearing!! *Points to the Monkey T-shirt that Moby bought for me from KL*
Girl: You need more clothes. *flashes knowing grin*

People were spilling over from all sides. I had the urge to jump into the river just outside the building to cool off, but floating bottles and murky condition just weren’t enticing. So I drowned myself with ice-cold Hoegarden (probably the best beer in the world, not the other one which claims to be) and tried not to lose my head. The event organiser eventually came over and apologised for the mishap, which was nice and a wee-bit comforting.

I guess I won’t be flea-ing for a while.