Kantui

I received a text a week back.

Hi. Seong Hong right? My sister gave me your number. Thanks for offering to help out when I'm in Penang. I think I most likely will have to take you up on your offer. Thanks again! Will call you when I'm reaching Penang..

The girl who texted me - I'll call her A - is the baby sister of my colleague - I'll call her B - in Dublin. B and I are quite good friends; she joins us for drinks most of the time.

For the life of me, I can't remember what I offered to help with. Seeing as to how I'm usually drunk when I'm with B, I got slightly worried. Kaninabu, just what did I offer to help with?

So I replied.

Hey, no worries. Just give me a call whenever. If I can help, I'll gladly do so.

My balls were shrinking by the second, whilst waiting for her reply.

Thank you. But I most probably will need a place to stay. Thanks again yeah.

Lemma puki chau cibai! I offered her a place to stay? Since when? Kantui already. Kantui. Being the uber gentleman I am, I can't possibly come out with a lame excuse out of the blue to kick her out, right? I'd lose my credibility, that for which I've worked tirelessly for.

My pride has proven to be my downfall. Again. For the millionth and one time.

I'm going to pick A up in a few hours time. Meanwhile, I gotta go change the sheets.

Shit. Kantui.

This entry was posted by tsh, on Wednesday, June 01, 2005. You can bitch back.