Chocolate Milk

Well, the summer heat sure makes me a lot... active.

After talking to a friend over afternoon tea, he asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner with his friend, Roxanne. I met this girl thrice already, once at her house warming party when I remember dragging my drunk friend out from her bedroom. I did not think much and just said yes.

Last I met her I was in a club on top of LKF tower called, Azure. She was out with her colleagues and a guy I knew. A well behaved night for her, that night was. I thought it would be fun meeting her again because I remember her pretty colleagues that night. I went back to hall and tried to go swimming but the pool was close. Sad me, walking to my friend's dorm room ten doors down from mine to see if he wants to join for dinner. Sang, from Korea, had other plans. I tried convincing him but he just kept saying no because he did not want to ditch Ali for dinner in Sai Kung. I still ran into both of them later at the bus stop since we were leaving around the same time. Sang smiled when he saw who I ended up going out with instead of him. I did too.

We met Ellery after getting some money from the Hang Seng Bank ATM. He brought with him another friend who I met for the first time. Her name was Naomi, a local born Hong Konger with a Japanese name. She was an interesting one being really talkative to us right off the batch. I followed Ellery and Roxanne to go to this secret restaurant of his. It was rather low-key local style food which we all enjoyed, all the vegetarian(s) on that table too.

We were alone back on the MTR. I said good bye to Ellery who left with Roxanne to go to play cards at someone's house. Naomi took the opposite train as I got on the Red Line down to Admirality. Walking into a bar in Wan Chai called Carnegie's, the night really began. I walked through the crowd and one very creepy looking Filipino lady dancing on the bar wearing a 1970's style leopard dress. As eye-catching as that was, I was not much interested.

The taxi driver was leaning on the bumper of his car smoking.

"Fo ge dai ho!" I told him.

"What!?"

"Fodai!"

"Kowloon?"

"Yes yes, Kowloon...Fo Ge Dai Ho," I repeated it to him slowly. This time he understood and we both got on.

The Taxi driver's name was Samuel. He was a friendly guy whom I enjoyed talking to as my companion lied there not feeling well. As we arrived, he was giving me tips from his personal experience.

"You should go to 7-Eleven and get your friend some..."

"Water yeah, I'll go there in a minute."

"Yes, and maybe some Orange Juice."

"Orange Juice?"

Samuel told me that he used to be an alcoholic and his personal used to be fresh oranges in the morning. I thanked him a few times for a nice conversation and a few stops we had to make. I bid him good night and I really hope I run into him again. I walked in the dark toward Tai Po Tsai village and spoke a few words. I really can't help but smiling.

"Good night, Sitt," followed by a sound of head hitting the door.

...Then I walked to Tai Po Tsai 7-Eleven to get Chocolate Milk. It tasted good as I walked back laughing.