“Awak, awakkan selalu kita yang kene”,
said the young lass, as he sat down on a wooden chair with a piece of clean serviette in his right hand. The young chump must have been in his late teens, perhaps not even at uni judging from his pierced left ear and rusty hairstyle. No local Dean in a right mind would allow such accessories to Uni. Not in Malaysia I don’t think.
He adjusted his ‘manbag‘ to his side. I’m not well versed in fashion so I couldn’t tell you whether it were branded nor expansive but I’m sure he thinks he looks manly wearing it. 
She stood up and slipped her hand into her unbranded purse. Her right hand emerged with a fiver note. She glanced at me, rather embarrassed or perhaps a sense of hopelessness in her facade and head away to the cashier till.
I wonder what kind of walk is that? Happy walk? Proud walk?
Me?
My other half just got here to join me for dinner and movie.
I paid for my meal and the movie and I don’t have a ‘manbag‘.
I have my happy and proud-to-be-a-real-man walk.
