She Act Classy, But Her Underarm Hair More Than My Leg Hair
Wah bro, let me tell you what I see last night — damn epic sia. I go this fancy rooftop bar in town for my friend’s birthday. All the people there act high class one. Suddenly this PRC woman come in, wearing tight cheongsam, red lipstick until like she just eat chilli crab, heels click-clack like she walking fashion runway.
She hold her wine glass like Queen of Shanghai like that, then talk got that kind Beijing slang, every sentence must end with “啦” or “嘛”. First impression I tell you—solid 10/10. I even tell my bro, “Wah this one got standard leh, maybe expat from China working here earn big bucks.” She keep tossing hair, posing beside the bar, like waiting someone take photo put WeChat Moments.
But then hor, she suddenly raise her hand to wave at someone across the bar, and that’s when the horror start.
Bro.
I swear on my kopi-O, her underarm hair more than my leg hair. Like forest sia. I stare until my teh tarik turn cold. The hair not even those thin-thin type. It’s those wiry, curly macam mini afro sticking out proudly, catching the spotlight somemore.
My friend beside me go, “Eh bro, she from PRC or from Wild Jungle?” I nearly spit out my drink. I mean, nothing wrong with having body hair lah, we all human. But you act so atas, like everything must perfect, then suddenly boom—Tarzan underarm edition.
Even one ang moh nearby also look shocked. I think he thought it was part of her fashion statement.
End of the night, I just keep thinking—don’t judge people by their cheongsam. Judge by what’s under the sleeve.