So I was out with my 'feveret kapel' last night.
The intention was to have dinner but I followed them to Shah Alam because they had to run some errands first and later after that we parked ourselves at the small round table in Pak Li Kopitiam. This is our regular weekly routine, although there's bound to be more than just 'one' kopi session in a week. These kopitiam owners are cashing in from people like us, we sit for hours talking about beneficial topics and no, its not politics.
We noticed there were a bunch of she-males siting across our table and Alhamdulillah my back was facing them. It was an ear sore hearing their oh-so-feminine voices and it would have been an eye sore to face and look at them. These men were dressed in of course, women clothing and it wouldn't be 'perfect' if they didn't top it off with a little make up. Some of them were even busty, I would assume they have gone under the knife to complete their womanliness.
I couldn't help but hold a disturbed frown when I turned to look at these bunch, yes, I despise drag queens. Its a choice you make in life and we are given many choices in life, we just need to make the right one. So these she-males weren't particularly quiet, they were a little bit loud especially when they laughed.
'Feveret kapel' and I were chatting away until...... we heard "aaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
Could you guess what happened? A cockroach probably crawled up on one of their 'masculine' legs and the she-male shrieked in terror. Oh-the-sound-of-that-shriek. Boleh pengsan.
Heads turned and you could almost hear whispers from every table. It is not surprising that this she-male is lack of shyness, he laughed and jokingly smacked his friend's shoulder with all 10 dainty fingers.
'Feveret kapel' and I were stunned and our eyes grew big as though we had just seen a bomb fall down from the sky. I said, "nasib baik tak keluar suara laki... kalau tak, selamat."
May Allah grant them guidance, Ameen
The intention was to have dinner but I followed them to Shah Alam because they had to run some errands first and later after that we parked ourselves at the small round table in Pak Li Kopitiam. This is our regular weekly routine, although there's bound to be more than just 'one' kopi session in a week. These kopitiam owners are cashing in from people like us, we sit for hours talking about beneficial topics and no, its not politics.
We noticed there were a bunch of she-males siting across our table and Alhamdulillah my back was facing them. It was an ear sore hearing their oh-so-feminine voices and it would have been an eye sore to face and look at them. These men were dressed in of course, women clothing and it wouldn't be 'perfect' if they didn't top it off with a little make up. Some of them were even busty, I would assume they have gone under the knife to complete their womanliness.
I couldn't help but hold a disturbed frown when I turned to look at these bunch, yes, I despise drag queens. Its a choice you make in life and we are given many choices in life, we just need to make the right one. So these she-males weren't particularly quiet, they were a little bit loud especially when they laughed.
'Feveret kapel' and I were chatting away until...... we heard "aaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
Could you guess what happened? A cockroach probably crawled up on one of their 'masculine' legs and the she-male shrieked in terror. Oh-the-sound-of-that-shriek. Boleh pengsan.
Heads turned and you could almost hear whispers from every table. It is not surprising that this she-male is lack of shyness, he laughed and jokingly smacked his friend's shoulder with all 10 dainty fingers.
'Feveret kapel' and I were stunned and our eyes grew big as though we had just seen a bomb fall down from the sky. I said, "nasib baik tak keluar suara laki... kalau tak, selamat."
May Allah grant them guidance, Ameen
