Early dinner at HS

I queued with a gloomy expression, stared at the greesy tile floor, twitched a smile at the roti canai making mamak with a hint of smirk; You! You are the cause of this minyakish floor. It was a subtle smirk, an expression you'll normally get when a dog 'marks' your ex's car. I proceeded to the next stall to get my soya bean milk Ahh... an early dinner at the mamak stall. Nothing like it. I snatched my shoulder held bag and wandered through the mazes of tables while delicately balancing the plastic plate and polystyrene cup, a mixture of alice in wonderland and fear factor. Yay, found myself an empty four men table. I wasn't being selfish. I was, if i may put it this way, in the mood for medi-eating (meditate + eat). I reached for today's Star newspaper and carefully sorted out the Star2. Ngahngahngah (nasal laugh). Erm, forgot to wash my hand... oh well, extra spice for the curry. I love every moment of this, gorging myself with nasi kandar and fresh articles...
'Thump!' a sun of a gun gave me a friendly punch. If truth is to be told, i was more reluctant to shout 'what the f***!' but alas i recalled my roots, being courteous as a malay and muslim, i gave in to his macho-man gesture and timidly said 'Oi, ko nak mampos ke tumbuk orang tengah makan, tersedak nanti ko nak bayarkan ke bil klinik?' He faked a laugh and sat on the chair infront of me. 'eh ada...'. 'ada ape?' There was a puddle of spilled tea on the seat... 'takde ape-ape' serve you right! 'Eh apsal makan sorang-sorang ni. Ko takde kawan ke?' On the contrary, i was not offended by his 'melepasje' statement. i know what i'm doing and i'm quite sure that i'm doing the right thing. Here's why; my english teacher told me that people understand better in point form.
-I'm not eating alone. My cellphone was with me. Not forgetting the jinns and the two angels that's writing my deeds 24/7.
-No one is eating together; everyone is eating with the same people yesterday or the day before yesterday and so on and so fourth.
-The self-professed vogue ladies (pronounced vo-goo-eh by CT nurhaliza) are gossiping with their lookalikes, eating very little portion of their fried rice and exchanging smirks with their neighbors.
-Boys and girls with loaded parents who wears expensive jeans, horizantally striped tucked out shirt, heavy metalic watches and fresh cellphones are discussing nothing. Just small talk. Just wanting to be noticed.. -oh look at us-we're reach yada yada yada-
-Bosnians are with bosnians, iranians with iranians, blacks with other blacks, thais with thais, indons with indons.... malays with malays...
-Couples who savor every minute of their dinner expressing kindred love by looking blankly at each other... (pukes)
-And there's a group of friends who are being real, laughing their head out when the joker amongst them mimics an iraqi lecturer.
-And there's me, enjoying every minute looking at all these people's faces. Appreciating individuality and getting free tips on how to dress up. I love early dinners...
'Wei, ko mimpi ke.... ey, apsal seluar aku rase basah je nie....'