Irrational thoughts of my brief secondment to KL

I just spent the past 4 nights sleeping on a crummy single mattress on Phillip's bedroom floor underneath his bed.

Every morning when he wakes up to use the bathroom. I would leap onto his bed and hide under the covers until he comes back and kick me off. He say he hates pussies on his bed.

Meow!

Three persons getting ready for work vs. one bathroom. Running around with towels only. Push turns to shove. General exchange of accusations ("I know you lusted after me for ages. Say it!"), unwarranted comments ("Eeeeks! Saggy butt!") and threats of bodily harm ("OI! Who turned off the lights?!! Wait till I get out there..(*censored*)...")

1 nasi lemak, 1 kopi and 2 cigarettes later....

Phillip drops me off at the LRT station where I get pushed from one smelly bulu ketiak* to another in the train.

"Stesen berikutnya, Masjid Jamek...The next station....."

I work like a dog. My KL colleagues are friendly even though they don't know who I am and what I am doing there. Occasionally I will steal mooncakes from the office pantry. Double yolk.

At night, Phillip and Ah Toi will pick me up from the office. We fight about who have the shittiest day at work. We ask for the quietest corner in a restaurant and gorge ourselves with food, cigarettes and gossips. We order two servings of desserts. Pigs.

Back at home, we watch senseless reality shows and B-grade movies. Phillip falls asleep on the couch while Ah Toi and I takes turn poking at him relentlessly.

Poke, poke, poke.

And then it is back to the crummy single mattress on Phillip's bedroom floor underneath his bed.

He says I am the monster under his bed.

It is true; if the three of us do stay together, we will never have any friends.

I'm flying back to Sin-Jia-Por today.....

*Bulu ketiak = Armpit hair