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Sometimes I sit, staring out the window, watching the world pass me by. Why you may ask. Hmm. I don’t know how to start. I’ll try.

A friend is back in town from Wisconsin USA. He contacted me for a meet-up. So, I called up a few homies and told them about it. All of them got no problem except The MBA and Sean. Well, the MBA was still in office and couldn’t make it. Sean? He said he’s fine with the plan if its not a mamak session. Reason? He told me that his dad don’t allow him to go to places with a lot of gangsters… and that include mamak stalls/shops. He (Sean) said his dad don’t want him to get into gang fight. Geeeeeeezz. Holy cow. Before this, it was Kepong. His father don’t let him go to Kepong. Reason? A lot of ah beng gangsters in Kepong.

Sean is from a wealthy family and maybe mamak is way too cheapskate for a drink. How often do we see gang fight at a mamak stall?

* the following is a seperate dedication to Sean (not Jean)

Sean, if you’re reading this, I hope you don’t mind I’m posting about it. I knew you since primary school and I know you are a good son. Obeying your dad is good. Sometime its not that we’re not calling you for meet-up or anything …. its just that mamak stall is our regular hangout place for football, weekly lepak and cheap yet tasty food. You have 3 plasma tv at home with astro decoder for each unit. We don’t.

If we go drinking alcohol, you’re not interested because you don’t even drink shandy. Starbucks? The nearest at Jusco Kepong. Kepong!

Tell me what to do. I’m almost speechless when you told me the mamak thing. No hard feelings ok.