Just another day in Malacca?

The boyfriend called me quite late one night, with an urgent tone in his voice.

"Baby, can you help me with something?"

I immediately perked up at the tone of his voice. I know it's something serious.

"Sure, what is it?"

He needed me to retrieve a photo from his camera (Back story: his camera is with me because I wanted to save some photos that we took on it), and instructed me to a specific photo folder on the camera. Sensing the severity of his tone, I didn't even ask why-- I just immediately got to locating the photo that he was looking for.

"Do you see it? It is the one with a red building in the background."

(Back story: The boyfriend brought one of our Korean friends to Malacca recently while I was away in Singapore, and the photos that he was referring to are the ones taken during this Malacca day trip.)

"Wait ar..." *scroll scroll* "Aha, got it!"

I was triumphant. Relieved, even.

Then I looked at the photo that I was asked to retrieve.



Wait a minute.
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I zoomed in closer.



BECAMAN??!!!!! (aka Trishaw Man in English wtfff)
Wtf???

"BABY!" -_____________________-

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHA"


And ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a daily conversation between the boyfriend and I.