an hour's break

computer day again. damn! no little boys for me to scar permanently today. nothing to do except hang out at my usual coffee bean, sipping my usual cup of ice tea, freezing my butt off in my not so-usual seat under the not-so-usual air-cond, watching people as they go by.

...watching that chef in his uniform, sitting there smoking. i'm not quite sure i will trust his cooking, bitchy that it sounds. doesn't respect his uniform.....though that probably has nothing to do with his cooking skills.

...watching that long-haired man talking to his friend. what is it with men and pony tails? frontview they are rapidly balding, so they feel they have to compensate by leaving it long at the back...to show that they can still grow hair? or is it like the chicken and egg situation; the excessively long hair making him grow bald? call me bias....i don't like men whom i can't tell the gender from the back. whatever happened to men with deep gruff voices that make your knees melt the moment you hear their voice? all i hear now are squeeks. whatever happened to the male testosterone? something to do with eating too much hormone-injected chicken, i think.

...watching other people on their laptops.....spying actually. i don't know what is it about people on laptops in places like coffee bean and starbucks. everybody is curious about what they are doing on theirs. not like we are going to watch porn in a public place! i'm like that too. whenever i walk past someone on one, i'll steal a glance.........or two. hahahaha *evil laugh* hmmmmm....no one's blogging like me. how boring!

damn! all these perverted people ........pretending to take things from the sugar and straw table behind me, whilst trying to look over my shoulder at what i am doing on my laptop. busybodies! hmmm....that sounds familiar.....let me change to the opposite seat to twart these busybody buggers....

...watching two men talking. trying not to eavesdrop. dah! dah! dah! dah! i can't hear! i don't want to hear! trying very hard!!

...watching the flag over my head. there's a malaysian flag above me! when i think of the national day, i think.."damn! i'm not going anywhere for the holiday". that's how patriotic i am. they should pull me out and shoot me. i think we are made to feel like it's not our country....hence i don't feel like part of it. used to.....past tense. 'nuf said.

....watching that long-haired man in front of me. why is he in front of me again??!! i just changed seat to the opposite side. *whips around* not only did he move from the place that was infront of me (now behind me) but he moved the chairs and table too!!!! it's all empty where he sat!! people don't just change seat, they even bring their seats (and table) with them!!! this is sure a strange coffee place.

...watching this western man sitting with his african-american man. reminds me of my father's friend who watched over me when i was studying overseas. he cut out 'garfield' from his dailies and regularly send them to me to cheer me up on those lonely days abroad. i've never met a person sweeter than that, with no ulterior motive. i didn't attend his funeral when he passed away or visited him more often when he was getting weak, something that i will always regret. 13 hours flight is nothing when compared to the loss of such a lovely man. wish i was more expressive about my fondness and gratitude for him.....then again, it's hard to break the years of training and invisible emotional bondage that is so typical of asian folks.

my hour is up. till next week......