Friday, June 30, 2006

Summer Snow

A few days back, I watched as a couple boarded a crowded bus. The woman saw a seat at the rear and beckoned the man to follow her.

The man told the woman to sit down. There was another seat opposite but he preferred to remain standing, so he could be close to her. The Caucasian male seated next to the woman observed the lovebirds...

...and decided to give up his seat so that the man could sit with the woman.

He gestured to the man but the man politely declined the offer. The Caucasian gestured 'no problem at all', got up and plonked himself in another seat. The man sat down next to the woman. The couple felt awkward that they could only be seated together by 'inconveniencing' someone. Their facial expressions were priceless.

Quietly, the woman placed her hand on the man's and caressed it as if to say:"Don't feel bad...". At this moment, I felt a strange warmth...

...but at the same time, I also felt the bitter cold of winter. What a Kodak moment to behold...

Monday, June 19, 2006


I've often wondered - how does one get accustomed to sharing a bed with another and does the quality of sleep suffer?

For the bulk of our lives until someone comes into the picture, we've been sleeping alone.

The next thing we know, we have to share a bed. How do we cope with each other's idiosyncrasies?

While I'm sleeping alone, I can be snoring away till the clock rings. No matter how loud I snore, there won't be anyone to wake me abruptly to tell me to stop snoring and vice-versa.

I'm aware that once my sleep is interrupted, I will have some difficulty getting back to sleep again.

I put the question to a few and all gave the same answer: "Oh, get a bigger/better quality mattress. The kind that won't move when your partner moves. You'll just get used to someone lying down beside you eventually."

Is it really that simple?

Perhaps time will tell if I'm worrying too much. Perhaps I'll never know.

At least for now, I don't have to lose sleep over this matter.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Hand Dryers

To me, the hand dryer found in most public toilets do not dry hands at all (if used conventionally, that is. I'll elaborate in awhile). I've seen some people rubbing their dripping wet hands frantically at the hand dryer. What they don't realise is even if they did that for the next five minutes, their hands would still not be dry.

And there're the odd ones who walk briskly to the hand dryer, 'dry' their wet hands for a few seconds and walk away with hands still wet.

Almost like a bizarre idol worship ritual if you ask me.

Oh, me? What I normally do is dry my hands with a handkerchief and use the hand dryer to blow dry my handkerchief.
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