Sunday, February 13, 2005

the problems of being Lynne.

Or rather, the problem of looking too bulliable.

On the way home last night, I took bus 188 bk and dropped off at Senate Hse. I was the last passenger. In the short distance from the bus-stop to the traffic light, I was accosted by two tall and cadaverous-looking teenagers, who were lurking in the shadows:

"Spare change?"

Brilliant. "No."

I did my own watered-down version of a Hemlich-manoeuvre, side-stepped them, and walked away. But nooooooo, they followed me. They attempted a friendly smile, but it just made them look like Margeret our receptionist (i.e. they came off looking dour):

"Doncha have any spare change at all?" Something like that, their speech was too slurred for me to understand, but I got the gist of it. They don't want small change, they want all of my money.

There wasn't anybody near me, unless you count ppl in cars zipping back and forth along the main road that was oh-so-near-and-yet-so-far-away. Please don't tell me I'm going to get mugged again, especially if they're teenage brats. It'd be so embarrassing.

So I gave them my best impersonation of a nutter, complete with the customary cross-eyed gaze and slack lips (I don't know how to produce drool on the spot to complete the 'look'), and grunted a negative.

Then I ran for it. Towards the traffic light, and never before had HSBC @ Russell Square looked so inviting. (When I see HSBC, I think of my depleting account.)

I looked back, and the two of them were gone. Small boys after all. Chee.

I'm not too sure if it was the cross-eyed look, or the slack lips which put them off. Maybe it was both. Or the fact that I already made it to 'civilisation'.

So I had my first exercise of the year (yes, sprinting to anywhere irregardless of the circumstances and distance counts as exercise), my first encounter of being mugged/robbed/whatever, and my first tube of Pringles since the start of CNY. Bought (and finished!) it at Tescos as a reward for not getting mugged. Cheese and onion's the best.

I really need to look less bulliable. If this carries on, I'm going to end up bullied by pigeons.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

why me?
first fall of 2005.
wussy slimeball.
amused.
fuming.
procrastination and maria.
living in harmony.
Dido and Aeneas: "a lesbian opera"???
'depressing', not 'sentimental'.
I told you so.

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.