To Pod...

Last night, we met a Qert who was trying to look cool and thin after his gym session. He was waiting in the wrong lobby. I was waiting in my ex-lobby. And The Marshalls were waiting in the ex-Lib Lounge. And Qert was in the dark lobby.

When we got to dinner location, flaff around a bit. Talk a lot, laugh even more, then realise, hey, we got placed in a corner! But then with me, what else is new?

It was dark and it was cold and I am not really hungry. I'm just here for the warmth and company.

It's great to see The Marshalls again. And I wish they could have stayed longer. It's one of those things and the dry Brit humour.

It was in between conversations that Qert pulled out the weight he was carrying on one side of his pants. The Dopod. Yes, Dopod is synonymous to Zero. Like I said, they gel. LOL.

If Qert is complaining about the weight of the Dopod, he must have forgotten about the first-gen Pod I am carrying like deadweight.

I pulled mine out. And we compared bricks.

Somewhere, I must have forgotten (or maybe rejoicing) about how light my handbag got. I didn't think for a while that I was going to be without MEAT.

While in Frostie on the way home...

"Do you trust me with 20Gs of space?"

No.

"You have to trust me again. I'm in the process of fine-tuning all these music. Bla bla bla"

Not all 20Gs please... Just give me everything Alanis Morissette!!

"But I wanna give you 20Gs of my best!"

......

To be without Pod... To be without MEAT... To have this thang.. To have Qert say this is too close to home...

Misdirection : It's the race this weekend!!

Now go chant another mantra.