T
he second Poken tweetup happened again at the same place (D’lish in Bangsar Village). This time we sat outside which was great. We had the outside all to ourselves and there was space to move around to poken peeps. There were familiar and new faces, people we know through twitter but never met irl. There were young and old too. Youngest being Eric’s son. His kids are Japanese and don’t speak a word of English. They speak the universal language of Poken – by holding up their pokens. When you see that, you know exactly what they want. The eldest girl also helped pimp my Poken with multi-colored blings. Was going to toss the fox earlier and carry a ninja instead but I think I’ll keep my sparkly fox now.
