Tired

Erm, woohoo. Back in Singapore at last, but things have failed to turn out quite as expected. For starters, I managed to leave my handphone in Chicago, so now I have no phone numbers. Of course, I don't have a number of my own anyway, so it isn't relevant. Still, I've been reduced to mooching about waiting for people to come online, since I can't call them. Rather sad, I think. And now that I do have a number again, I still don't have my phone book. Pretty much at a loss. Not in the mood to venture out to the wilds of Zouk or some such place to search for friends either. Too old for that sort of thing now. Trying to stay dry this summer anyway.

One part of my plan is coming along ths far. I have not touched anything unhealthy except in the way of food since I returned to Singapore. I think a couple of months of detox can't do any harm, except for the pounding headaches and constant lethargy. Other than that, it's going peachy. Of course, my dad had to go buy one of those wine chiller cellar things, so it's rather tempting. Also, several bottles of pretty decent whisky. I shall exercise willpower.

What is with girls asking me to sniff their fingertips in airplanes? I really don't get it. The first time it happened, it was weird enough, but I was polite enough to comply because the other party was acting like a child. Then last week, on the flight from Chicago to Hong Kong, this girl seated next to me came back from the washroom, then asked me to smell her fingers. Now, I'm pretty sure this sort of thing isn't too common, but it has happened twice to me. This time, I asked her why I would want to smell her fingers, and she said it was because the soap smelled nice. Now, this was the same reason I was given the last time, but I still didn't get it. I mean, do I go around offering my fingers to relative strangers to smell because I think the hand soap I just used was especially fragrant? Heck, I don't go around offering my neck up for smell tests after I apply cologne, even though most of the time I know that I apply too little for people to smell. That's true, by the way. When you can smell my cologne from more than a metre away, it means that I made a mistake and used too much. Anyway, the whole finger smell thing was just weirdness. At least the first time it happened, I sort of knew the girl in question. This time, I had been chatting with her for maybe an hour. I tell you, it was very awkward to lean over and smell some stranger's fingers, albeit fairly attractive, when there are two stewardesses hovering next to you trying set a tablecloth. Somehow managed to get complimented on how pretty my seatmate was by one of said stewardesses while I was having a quiet chat with her. Imagine my look of maligned innocence.

Ok, that was just a quick mutter from a pretty tired me. More on why I'm tired some other time.