guys are dustbins. literally. you open them, chuck something you don't want inside (preferably food) and they're happy, i'm happy, everybody's peachy keen. so last night mum cooked a bit too much food for a meeting she was having. i walked down to get a drink of water and she asked...
'wen, are any of your guy friends coming over tonight?'
hmmm..it was about 10pm and she was asking me if i had guy friends coming oveR? hmm..she must be desperate to get rid of the food. so who else do i call? tong sampah man! i.e. mr. wong wei jin. my kitty was already coming over but he had eaten a bit too much for dinner so, his tong sampah was already quite full. so 2nd backup was tong sampah man. an sms and a short explanation later and he was anxiously misscalling my phone to say he's arrived and raring to have a go at the food.
it's amazing watching guys eat. they just shovel it in. they don't seem to chew, don't seem to appreciate, don't seem to taste. they just bite, pat it down with their tongue a bit and swallow. of course with the exception of my kitty lar. he tastes everything and then compliments me. hehehe...but tong sampah man...wah...watch him eat, your jaw will drop in wonder. when he runs out of steam for a bit, he pauses, and minutes later he's back, full force.
i wonder if i can't get my dogs to eat their food will he come.....
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