See you in old town
We met at the cafe for a light dinner, the cafe i renamed as our usual spot. It's long been renamed since the first time we came here, but I refused her to say that as she mentioned that we always came here. Actually she's true that we always and every time come to this place, that's because only twice we had dinner together.
5-7 years ago, the café that known to me was some really old style one, not to say they purposely decorated it to look old-town but as time built up, the building, the ceiling, stairway, tables, chairs, wall mosaic and paint just lose their colors. Coffee was served in a very common glass of that contemporary, with condensed milk layered still visible at the bottom. My favorite dried mee with minced pork was sometimes served in a cracked bowl with rooster illustration; it made the food looked even more original.
So we settled at a table right corner outside the cafe; it’s left if you're that cafe. Not really corner but there was 1 table space behind us. Once again, it reminded me that many years ago, people wouldn't usually sit outside of the shop, there would be too many passers-by, people walked around too much often that you would find the surrounding too busy to have a peaceful meal, people would just cramp into the stuffy and hot coffee shop with their family. There we went, found ourselves a place in the middle of corridor as spontaneously as we were; time has changed.
Last time, she was wearing a white tshirt with blue stripes. Her hair was longer that time, those yellow highlights faded, it was no longer there. What left was a piece of pure black silk hanging untied to her back. Earring that she wore was the same; it reminded me of a miniature tomb stone; a piece of art in shape of square silver pillar as i examined them, they didn't shine, I guess they must have known those earlobes of hers for some times.
We ordered the chicken rendang for her and some curry toast for myself. Their curry stuffs were known be low to moderate in their taste, but I found them okay, that was the 2nd or 3rd times I ordered that. Some friend had actually commented I have a low expectation of food or rather no taste, but I think it just a matter of personal preference or expectation over location and environment, or maybe just whom you dined with that mattered. That night, our get together dinner ended up in a rain.
We commented the same thing, at the same time as we saw the toasted bread with a small patch of butter on it, it looks cute. Cute means ugly but adorable okay, she explained, tried to defense herself from my teasing. That is just a sarcastic way of expressing cute, but it can have many different meaning if you really want to think about that. The proper meaning of cuteness - delicate and attractive kind of beauty commonly associated with youth and innocence.
Either being playful, systematic or habitual, she cut the bread toast into smaller brick-shape portions, all of a sudden, she turned into a brilliant city plan engineer of Manhattan city of New York who applied this brick concept over to the city floor plan, which made New York has the most high rising buildings in the world. Sided along the mastermind of this brick city plan, lying underground of the city were sewers, pipe-lines, power cables, telecommunications, and transportations. Quite resemblance to the brilliant idea, she cut the toast bread into many brick shapes with peanut pasted inside, applied butter and poured honey on top, just like building houses, rising skyscrapers, and finally you need some living quality, so you grow the greens grasses and designed a park to enhance the nature eco-system. I helped her to design the park and grow those greens. Then she finished half of the whole portion and declared that I could only have 1 brick of it. Now I’m a land owner myself too.
Her stocking milk tea last forever in the glass, either it too sweet or realization of its fattening fact that she stopped to drink it, I noticed that she passed it to me when we were talking, indicated to me to continued on it with a smile, I was fast forgetting that remark, then she took it back and continued to stir on it. Those remains of the city bricks lies in ruin on the plate.
She brushed her moustache with fingers of both her hands, I’m proud of them okay! She exclaimed. That would be so called delicate and attractive kind of beauty commonly associated with youth and innocence.
5-7 years ago, the café that known to me was some really old style one, not to say they purposely decorated it to look old-town but as time built up, the building, the ceiling, stairway, tables, chairs, wall mosaic and paint just lose their colors. Coffee was served in a very common glass of that contemporary, with condensed milk layered still visible at the bottom. My favorite dried mee with minced pork was sometimes served in a cracked bowl with rooster illustration; it made the food looked even more original.
So we settled at a table right corner outside the cafe; it’s left if you're that cafe. Not really corner but there was 1 table space behind us. Once again, it reminded me that many years ago, people wouldn't usually sit outside of the shop, there would be too many passers-by, people walked around too much often that you would find the surrounding too busy to have a peaceful meal, people would just cramp into the stuffy and hot coffee shop with their family. There we went, found ourselves a place in the middle of corridor as spontaneously as we were; time has changed.
Last time, she was wearing a white tshirt with blue stripes. Her hair was longer that time, those yellow highlights faded, it was no longer there. What left was a piece of pure black silk hanging untied to her back. Earring that she wore was the same; it reminded me of a miniature tomb stone; a piece of art in shape of square silver pillar as i examined them, they didn't shine, I guess they must have known those earlobes of hers for some times.
We ordered the chicken rendang for her and some curry toast for myself. Their curry stuffs were known be low to moderate in their taste, but I found them okay, that was the 2nd or 3rd times I ordered that. Some friend had actually commented I have a low expectation of food or rather no taste, but I think it just a matter of personal preference or expectation over location and environment, or maybe just whom you dined with that mattered. That night, our get together dinner ended up in a rain.
We commented the same thing, at the same time as we saw the toasted bread with a small patch of butter on it, it looks cute. Cute means ugly but adorable okay, she explained, tried to defense herself from my teasing. That is just a sarcastic way of expressing cute, but it can have many different meaning if you really want to think about that. The proper meaning of cuteness - delicate and attractive kind of beauty commonly associated with youth and innocence.
Either being playful, systematic or habitual, she cut the bread toast into smaller brick-shape portions, all of a sudden, she turned into a brilliant city plan engineer of Manhattan city of New York who applied this brick concept over to the city floor plan, which made New York has the most high rising buildings in the world. Sided along the mastermind of this brick city plan, lying underground of the city were sewers, pipe-lines, power cables, telecommunications, and transportations. Quite resemblance to the brilliant idea, she cut the toast bread into many brick shapes with peanut pasted inside, applied butter and poured honey on top, just like building houses, rising skyscrapers, and finally you need some living quality, so you grow the greens grasses and designed a park to enhance the nature eco-system. I helped her to design the park and grow those greens. Then she finished half of the whole portion and declared that I could only have 1 brick of it. Now I’m a land owner myself too.
Her stocking milk tea last forever in the glass, either it too sweet or realization of its fattening fact that she stopped to drink it, I noticed that she passed it to me when we were talking, indicated to me to continued on it with a smile, I was fast forgetting that remark, then she took it back and continued to stir on it. Those remains of the city bricks lies in ruin on the plate.
She brushed her moustache with fingers of both her hands, I’m proud of them okay! She exclaimed. That would be so called delicate and attractive kind of beauty commonly associated with youth and innocence.
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