They say short people generally have a greater sense of balance,
well,
whoever the "they" are,
they lied.

I fell onto an ang moh while I was on the bus hm this evening,
as the freak driver jammed the brakes.
I wasn't kidding,
I didn't "bump" into an ang moh,
I "FELL" into him.

It was damn embarrassing,
especially when my shawl and wallet spilled onto the floor.

It was even worst when his handphone fell to the floor as well.

But in true caucacian spirit,
he brushed off my apologies with an accented "no problem" and a smile,
then bent down and gathered the fallen items.

I swear,
I just gaped at him.

He stood up and returned my stuff to me.

"I'm really sorry abt ur ph..."
oh man.
It was a dopod loh....
don't ask me to name the model,
I'm no longer workin at the hellhole....
I knew that courtesy demands me to offer to pay for damages.
Just as I knew that courtesy demands that a gentleman refuses the offer.

I knew all that.

But I don't trust social rules that much nowadays.
So I merely offered another meek apology,
which he brushed off again.

"The phone's ok, it's still working. By the way, I'm Clive. Hi."

I know it's weird,
but I kinda got a feelin that I'm being hit on?
I mean,
who the hell would introduce himself after a 200 pound girl fell into him and probably caused his dopod to incur a couple of scratches?

"I'm sorry, so sorry, sorry sorry!"

ok,
granted,
I can't remember everythin he said,
and everythin I said in exact wordings,
but I know
he said sth, and he mentioned his name,
and I just kept apologising.
And then he said sth which I distinctly remembered
and I think it's sth I'd remember for a long long long time to come.

"Ok sorry, is that what u'd like me to call u, or do u haf a name?"

Phwoar!!!
I tell u,
my eyes popped out.

I had the sudden urge to spin on my heel and start lookin for a hidden camera somewhere,
I had the hysterical feelin that sometime now, a director is gonna snap his board and shout "cut!!!"

I was so stunned.
I went speechless.
I just stared at him for a few seconds.

"I do-"

"Isn't that too soon to get married?"

My eyes popped out like, a second time.
It's not easy to render me speechless.
But somehow,
my store of witty repartees just deserted me at that instant.

I cld not,
and do not know how to reply.
And I have this crazy urge to burst into giggles.

It's disgusting.

He smiled,
obviously enjoying my discomfort I assumed.

It was a weird feeling,
and he really got me feeling really nervous and unsure of myself.
It's like,
my confidence got zapped or sth.

I think I told him something like,
"This is my stop" althoh it is one stop away from my stop,
but he doesn't haf to know does he?

"So soon? Well, since u don't haf a name, how abt a no. I can remember u by?"

"huh? I don't think so. Sorry! gotta go!!" and I really scrambled off the bus.

I'd be damned.

That's the pro-est attempt I'd ever been put through.

I usually come out of such an event feeling victorious and full of myself.
Afterall,
I always emerge the winner with the sharp tongue and sarcastic rejections
and they,
the crushed losers.

This is the FIRST bloody time that I'm feeling like the tables turned on me.

And on the long walk home,
I can't help but go over the entire incredible scene over and over again in my mind,
imaginin different witty comebacks like

"now who's thinking abt marriage?"
or
"Is that the best u can do?"
or
"Is that a joke?"
or
"Nice try"
or
"I don't think u need a no. to remember me"

In fact,
any freakin rubbish beats the apologies
and lame stuff that came out of my mouth.

I probably sounded like a cheena retard whose vocabulary only includes sorry sorry and sorry.

Bloody hell,
the chinese or even the thai women cld probably manage better replies.

But then again,
they probably wld not get the chance to.

LOL!!!!

I'm only human.
Cut me some slack man!!!
I can't help it if my ego gets a little boost.
I can't help it if my pride swells.

cos

It'll probably diminish 2ml.

No dammit.
It will become shredded 2ml.

I'm meeting Jo for dinner.