BluE Scrubs

My feet are definitely not bigger than yours, err...wait....


I am not sure if there's been any research done on this particular phenomena, but I notice that people tend to form a very special kind of bond when they have a particular person or thing that they can bitch about.

Do people talk about global warming? or about the goodness of breastmilk? or about which artist is wearing what, doing when and farting where? Who is what, married to who now having an affair with who, who in turn sleeping with who, who is also seeing who. Whatever it is, it is definitely something people do without shame, and it brings people together. How is it that talking about some losers who definitely don't give a shit about you, give you that much pleasure and occupies that much of your time?

But sometimes, people just want their affairs broadcasted to the world so people can celebritized them.

I was waiting for the sun to tame down on that third island. So I eased my lazy bum onto a lazy chair, attempted to irritate Mr. Rugby picking on his foot. My attempt to snorkel didn't actually get anywhere because there was far too much rocky bits and i scratched my knees. Not to mention a woman dressed in white who's evidently stepped on some sea urchins. Later on we gave her dirtly looks because she was definitely told to pee on her foot.

But this is better. Feint behind us a Malay woman shouted.

You memang tak guna tau tak blablabla, you memang tak paham, i kan dah bagitahu blablabla

The Malay man then said yang you gatal p****t tu apesal. Tak sedar diri blablabla

A moment later the woman walked off and came to our view as she sauntered towards the sea. She was petite, her face dejected, longed for a man to hug her and whisper kind words. Words that are gentle, almost like a promise that the argument will simmer, and that they just need some time apart, not a holiday in Phuket together.

My guess was, the woman must have been going out with her ex while the man is away on some overseas trip. The woman felt lonely because his phone calls where scanty. The woman told the man. But, the man actually met up with his ex while on the business trip, that's why he had no time to ring. He then took out the guilt on the honest woman who actually told him that she agreed to have a friendly lunch with her ex.

Sometimes when the sun is scorching, the tide is low and the corals are just a nuisance (probably remnants from Tsunami), the best thing to do is, to sit back and watch the people, listen to the sea, the people and appreciate, the time that you are given to unwind. No arguments, (i tried to pick one but Mr. Rugby is a gentleman who easily gives in), no theatre lists, no train to catch, no groceries to buy, no bedtime, and the time slows down, almost just for you.