And Your Stripper Name Is…
I first met him about three-and-a-half years ago, I guess. He was carrying flattened cardboard boxes on his shoulder while I was trotting happily behind him (oh I’m sure that I wasn’t exactly trotting but for some reason I’d like to think that’s how I was like back then. I could be miserable but why do I want to make this all about me now?). Then, one of the boxes fell from his shoulder right in front of me. He stopped abruptly and rushed to retrieve the box while flashing me this-spoiled-kid-will-never-know-how-does-it-feel-like-to-live-on-other-people’s-rubbish look. But I picked it up and handed it over to him. I smiled. He tried to avoid my eyes but as I started to walk again, he lowered his body and muttered ‘thank you’ a few times.
Tonight my head was spinning as I made my way back home from the candlelight. Must be from a lack of sleep, I guess. I dragged my feet slowly only to see him sitting at his usual place. I ignored him and just continued walking like a drunkard.
“Penat (tired)?” He asked me.
I stopped dead. While looking at him straight in the eye, I slowly nodded my spinning head.
“Balik mesti tidur (go to sleep when you get home).“
This time, I was the one who lowered my body and said ‘thank you’ a few times.
The best advise that I ever get from a stranger. How he could perceive I was unwell in the dark was still something that I wanted to know.
Oh off to sleep now XD
A woman is certainly not a part of a kitchen's interior design =D
By the way, I love this song =D I am always on a poking war with my best friend, Yvonne, but after listening to this song, Miller-Heidke’s shrill voice keeps haunting me that makes me feel hesitant to ‘poke back.’ Kate Miller-Heidke reminds me a lot of Regina Spektor imho =)
Credit:
- Image #1: Tuan tanah & weheartit
- Image #2: tumblr
- Video: YouTube (obviously)
