31 August 2009
I remember passing him, and his friend, in the toiletries aisle, on my way to the checkout lanes. A cursory glance - shopping with the life partner, eh?
I joined one of the shorter queues and went into screensaver mode with my Nano - Ravin was playing. Someone in front forgot to have his tomatoes tagged, or something, and the cashier had to leave her station for a while. I felt like pelting him with my tomatoes. Imagine the guy behind him who only had ONE item - a cucumber, or something green and long. Lots of things you could do with a cucumber, or something shaped like that.
As I lifted my basket onto the counter and turned to face the cashier, I noticed White Man from the aisle, next in the queue. He was staring, so I stared back. (That's usually how it works.) He had started to bop his head ever so lightly in appreciation - my iPod was blasting. The staring went beyond the point of polite as we both leaned over the edge of stop-staring-and-just-smile-already. I almost did - we were both waiting to see who would first and I knew he was waiting for my cue.
I did not. Don't know why. Something deep inside pulled me back from the edge......
Call it what you will. It was kinda fun making him think I was going to - even if it was not exactly intentional. Grin.
As I was telling my lunch companion, "I'm comfortable with him" - even if the guy might not be one of the best around.
I've got this thing about being touched by the 'wrong' hands, which is why I usually excuse myself from trips to the massage place during holidays. I must say however, that the recent shoulder massage I submitted myself to at the Phuket airport's departure lounge was excellent.
Anyway, I do like what I've seen of his work and have asked for some customisation. Waiting to see what Dimples comes up with.
Seriously, if you don't intend to acknowledge that a problem does exist, get out of my way while I'm making things right. And oh, while I'm at it, you wouldn't mind me informing concerned parties that I wasn't exactly the cause of the problem in the first place, yes? I mean, it seems pretty ridiculous that their fingers have started pointing my way because they couldn't find you while you were busy surveying the surrounding geology.
Meanwhile, I've been told that Small Eyes has been going around telling people to "Be careful of X."
Damn right, especially now that I know what Small Eyes has been up to.
But you know what they say about hitting the bottom and having nowhere else to go but up - again. So, yeah, that's where I am now.
And somewhere in between, someone wouldn't stop hounding me about starting a Twitter account and then I was hooked. (Damn you, Wenjie.) Though, I don't quite understand why he's now hounding me about resuming blogging. Doh.
Anyway, I really ought to figure out how to migrate this blog to Wordpress. Scratch.