It's a small room, barely larger than the sensory deprivation chamber (read: cubicle) you spend half your life in. The walls are stained with bodily fluids and the floor is perpetually moist. It is the only place in Singapore where the air actually gives the impression of cigarette smoke, without there being any. It is the occassional secret lair of the 6 pack.
The proprietors of the room appear to be a anorexic auntie with faded red hair and smoke blackened teeth. Her partner (I hesitate to use the term 'husband' because the image of her with a man in a wedding photo refuses to visualise) is always smiling. Always. It's a smile I associate with drugs. They look like this:
A fairly close resemblance, I think.
1 comment:
Hahahaha! I think I have seen this movie in the theatre! Is it a Stephen Chow movie? These two characters really kicked ass! :D
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