Carnegie’s Hoegaarden

After catching POSEIDON at my “home” cinema in KLCC last Saturday, we manoeuvered to Carnegie’s for a couple of pints of Hoegaarden, Belgium’s most hunky-dory beer. It’s a real celestial drink, makes you appreciate beer even more. And this is coming from a person who disfavors beer! Carnegie has freshened up its place, it now has a split level which I think makes it better as it gives a more tamped down look. 

The live band was miserable. Waste of space. I confabulated with the waitresses over there, and interchanged e-mail address with one of them, Henny. She was cheerily angelic. A Penang lass - Gelugor to be exact. I know that waitresses are picked on all the time, so they are accustomed to mambo jambo - but I had a breakthrough (no, I won’t spill the beans). Haha! My question is, how does a waitress know that someone is sincere? She doesn’t. It certainly must be tough waiting tables, especially at clubs, when you get white foreign octopuses who are rejects in their own country come here to take the piss at the local damsels, only to be bashed up by the locals. Witnessed it many times already - the same old cycle.

From my perspective, nothing guarantees that you’ll break the ice and get a woman’s attention. Obviously they know that most men think with their phallus. As the infamous saying goes, “God gave men both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately enough blood to run one at a time!” The trick is to being venturous enough to approach naturally with confidence.

As for me, I’m just a harmless flirt whose heart was burgled years ago. Hehehe!