Here goes a free-flowing story. (To differentiate who is saying what, what I say will be italicized while what anyone else said will be underlined.)
So it was a Friday night after Tracy‘s gig. I had to pee, so I walked down from Plaza Damas to Desa Sri Hartamas, as Plaza Damas was closed and there were no other toilets around. I did not intend to flash anybody at the playground so I kept on walking.
Since I had a good holding capacity, I reached Coffee Bean and bumped into two dudes I knew. Went to Breakers to pee. Came back out.
“So how come you guys are hanging out here instead of there?” *points to Hartamas Square*
“Oh it’s very crowded man. Plus this place is less noisy.” (Cue thumping music blasting out the balcony of the infamous Soda Club.)
“Hmmm, but the scenery there is better. Here we get the Soda crowd… it doesn’t feel like the Hartamas of before, y’know what I mean?”
“Yeah but here you pay a bit more for the quiet.”
“Hmm yes, but I think I’ll head over to Hartamas Square and see if I bump into anybody. I almost always do! There are always a few regulars there… plus, the international school chicks!”
“Well fine then, leave us then. Don’t blame us if you don’t bump into anybody.”
And so, I walked to Hartamas Square, and sure enough, the first table I see had two familiar faces! (And a hot chick!)
“HAYYY ALBERT!”
“Dude! I see you every time! I saw you here yesterday, and here you are again…” (I came the day before for Alda‘s Low End Assasins gig.)
I told him how my other friends said I wouldn’t bump into anybody, and he forced me to sit down instead of surveying how likely I was to bump into more people. I was introduced to the chick. YAY!
They were smoking shisha, and I took the oppurtunity to sample it, repeatedly. The shisha shop dude then came over, saying how he could blow shisha smoke into a bottle and change its color.
I whipped out my digital camera to take a picture of the yellowed bottle.
The guy to my right went, “Cool! A digital camera! Can I see it?” I then passed it to him.
The chick went, “Wow, you carry a digital camera around wherever you go?” “Yeah I do!” “Cool!”
The guy fiddled around with my camera and asked, “Dude, does this have shutter speed?” I said yes, and showed him that it was the Tv mode on the dial.
He then took pictures of everybody smoking shisha, YAY!
Now you may wonder why I would be overjoyed. Simple! He saved me the trouble of finding an excuse to make the chick do something photo-worthy with the shisha. (Of course, all I wanted was a picture of her, shisha or not.) Inside, I was thinking, “YAY thank you for taking pictures of her, with flash even!” Since he knew her, it wouldn’t be so awkward.
My friends from Coffee Bean passed by. I went, “Wassap! What did I tell you? What did I tell you, huh? You said I wouldn’t bump into anybody! Haha!”
She then looked at the pictures. All this while, I didn’t, playing it cool. We then played foosball at Breakers till they closed the coin change counter, and we all went home.
It wasn’t until I reached home that I realized I should’ve checked the pictures.
Dammit! He set it to night scene, which meant a flash, followed by a show exposure. In normal mode with flash, it would be clear. Damn you, you half-white French-speaking shisha-smoking boy!
That is all for the free flowing story.