His personal record is dating three different girls in 24 hours.
He once stuffed an underwear into the exhaust pipe of somebody's car.
He wears aviator shades.
And the list goes on.
But every once in a while, he pulls off a little good deed to balance out his karma. The other day Mike and Putri were browsing through Borders Bookstore when a little girl no taller than Mike's knee wandered by.
"Mommy..." she cried, tears in her eyes. "Mommy..."
The funny thing was, because no one else seemed to notice the whimpering little girl walking around the bookstore alone, it didn't immediately click in Mike's mind that something was wrong. Only after a while did he realise that there were no adults with this girl.
"Wait up, sayang," he told Putri as he went to approach the kid.
"Hey, girl," he said, going down on one knee to match her height. He figured the last thing a lost child wanted to see was a bearded Indian guy staring down at her. "Are you lost?"
What else does it look like, Sherlock?
"I'm looking for my mommy," the Eurasian girl sobbed, a little less frantic than she was before.
"Ok, my name is Micheal," he extended his palm. "What's your name?"
"Olivia," she responded, taking Mike's hand.
"I'll help you find your mother ok, Olivia?" he said. It must really suck being 3 feet tall and lost in a giant maze of book shelves, Mike imagined.
Olivia nodded, wiping her tears with her palm.
"What's your mother's name?" Mike asked.
"Mommy."
This was gonna be slightly harder than expected, Mike thought.
Putri, who had been watching the whole thing like a scene from TV Pendidikan RTM, piped up: "Girl, you know your mother's handphone number?"
"Zero one nine..." As Olivia recited the digits, Putri keyed them into her iPhone.
Noticing the weirded out expression on Mike's face, Putri asked, "Why, what's wrong?"
Mike leaned in so that Olivia wouldn't hear him. "Even I don't know my mother's handphone number by heart."
