Tuesday, June 15, 2004
From home, to home
Last moments in Singapore :
the night before, falling asleep on best bud's couch watching an educational video about Basic Surgical Skills by the Royal College of Surgeons, England and tying my fingers to his settee.
Dammit. I know I'm good with my hands. But these blasted knot things. growl. who cares about tying things up, I want to cut them apart!
*****
"I've only got seats left by the aisle, is that okay Sir?" she says, barely glancing up at me.
Hmm. Sudden impulse -
Excessive eye contact. Open eyes a tiny bit wider, wrinkle forehead a tiny bit. Winsome smile. Tease -
"Ah. Could you possibly give me something with a bit more leg room?"
Pause. Smile.
"Well, actually the flight is rather empty today..."
Holy crap. This s*** actually works! Yay me.
*****
Leaving home to go home is always a bit confusing. I never know if I'm coming or going. Hmm. But this time around I have to reassemble my Accent, which has been somehow systematically dismantled into a Singlish (waaaah?) accent. interesting.
the night before, falling asleep on best bud's couch watching an educational video about Basic Surgical Skills by the Royal College of Surgeons, England and tying my fingers to his settee.
Dammit. I know I'm good with my hands. But these blasted knot things. growl. who cares about tying things up, I want to cut them apart!
*****
"I've only got seats left by the aisle, is that okay Sir?" she says, barely glancing up at me.
Hmm. Sudden impulse -
Excessive eye contact. Open eyes a tiny bit wider, wrinkle forehead a tiny bit. Winsome smile. Tease -
"Ah. Could you possibly give me something with a bit more leg room?"
Pause. Smile.
"Well, actually the flight is rather empty today..."
Holy crap. This s*** actually works! Yay me.
*****
Leaving home to go home is always a bit confusing. I never know if I'm coming or going. Hmm. But this time around I have to reassemble my Accent, which has been somehow systematically dismantled into a Singlish (waaaah?) accent. interesting.
