Il est neuf heures et demie...

(english grammar bmao, english...)

BM: It's like 9 o'clock thirty!

yet another hui-ism

BH: "I support myself feeling good."

Because They Can Also Pickpocket Your Bag...

HP: I got pick pocketed in Costa Rica
JL: Did he get it out of your pocket?

Time well spent...

SS: It's not that I'm anti-boys. I'm just anti-waste-my-time.

When saying it one way isn’t enough...

(asking my 2nd cousin when we met)

JN: So when did you guys reconnect... or.. uh... connect.. again?

maybe it's a mutation

JT: "Schools have to give you the right tools to learn. Otherwise, you'll never change. When I was in 2nd grade, I learned how to count using my fingers. Even now, when I count up to 12, I still use my fingers."

It's moments like these...

At Bodega’s Wine Bar... ambience... dim... weather... chilly... music... chill...
Overall...

Romantic.

FC is wearing KW’s silk scarf around his neck. Tied quite fashionably smart. If not for the feminine pattern of the scarf, it was sophisticated like... cigar shop type-ish.

We all sit there deciding what to order.

DVJ: I’m gonna share the brownie & vanilla ice cream
FC: I’m gonna share the brownie & vanilla ice cream too

... and we watch... as two guys share a dessert together.

It was beautiful.

ostracizing yourself from all the crap-lovers

Getting in the car, stepping over the dirty gutter...

BH: "Don't step in the crap. That's my pet peeve, when there's crap on the floor and you step in it. I hate crap in general on the floor."