It happened last week, but I haven't stopped re-living it every night, when I'm cuddling up in bed, or stopped smiling gleefully.

I loved the sunny smile on his face when I appeared at the end of the corridor. "Surprise," I said. He laughed.

I knew his muscles hurt from too many hours hunched over his laptop. Too many papers to grade, too many presentations to prepare. I should know, because my neck and sides of the ribs hurt like mad too.

So I'd turned up, because I wanted to help him work out the kinks with just the power of human touch.

"Here? Right now?" He sounded uncomfortable, but the moment my fingers started sweeping his neck and applying pressure to the pain points, he could only murmur an "all right".

I remembered what felt good. I soothed eucalyptus into the temples  to take away a headache, and into the back of the ears. I pounded out his back and shoulders, and rubbed firmly down the sides below the ribs, where just a few days earlier had hurt so much I screamed bloody murder when my masseuse touched me.

He leaned his head back into my arms, and felt more relaxed. But you could tell he still tensed up whenever I hit the painful parts. I knew how bad it felt and I really wanted to make him feel better.

Then I moved to the front. I sat on a chair facing him, and soothed the neck with small circles. His hand crept onto my leg. When I touched him, he squeezed my leg. Sometimes he would change hands to the other leg too.

Then he put his hands on my waist, dragging me a little closer. I was a little self-conscious, love handles and all. He just lightly held me as I kneaded his arms.
Then his head seemed to come closer. Our noses almost touched.
I turned my head lightly to the side, so I could see the tendons in his neck.

And then he turned his head and brought his mouth down onto mine. No warning, no words, no sound. His lips were soft, and searching this time. One gentle, lingering kiss, then another, more searching, more insistent, his lips nibbling mine apart. Then, a pleasurable, eager touch of a tongue.
Its weight pressed on my lips and it stroked my tongue, once, twice, thrice.
Just a hint of a tease, before he pushed away. Shyly, he said: "We can't, we're in my office..."

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry.
I put my arms around him, and just hugged him close for a moment. He makes me feel so warm and safe.

And unsatisfied.

Last night, I told him in no uncertain terms that I wasn't settling for a tease. I want my great, spine-tingling, toe-curling, Hollywood movie-worthy kiss, please. I figure, life's too short for regrets.

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Note to self.
Your self-imposed quit-caffeine regime has worked.
Your body is now free and not reliant on this substance.
You can function well and stay awake without a hit of coffee or tea or Coke.
Your eyes are bright and unclouded naturally.
You are no longer a slave to the coffee trade, and no longer have to worry when the price of coffee beans escalates.

You are not a Starbucks minion any longer.

.....

So for heavens sake, stop drinking kopi, teh, teh-c, teh-o, teh-peng, kopi-peng, coffee frappucino or even Coke Lite, especially not at 3pm or later!

Damnit, because of that one cup of teh, thoughtlessly sipped, sliding smoothly down my throat at Bedok's 333 Coffeeshop at 4pm yesterday, I hardly slept a wink all night. I closed my eyes at 1.30am, but tossed and turned and didn't go into deep REM sleep at all. Finally got up at 5am and decided to just heck it.

I will crash tonight.

Note to self: threshold time has been moved up from 5pm to 3pm. If possible, no caffeine past noon, if you want to get some ZZZs at all.

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Another version of my favorite song of the day...

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This morning, as I was waiting for my bus, I observed a woman cross the road.

The fact that she was crossing the road already irked me.
It was a major road with at least three lanes, large buses and construction vehicles trundling down -- and with an underpass via an MRT station right alongside.

And there she was, slowly strolling across the road, as if it belonged to her. She sashayed past Lane Three, then Lane Two, even as a bus advanced on her. Finally, when she was walking into Lane One, she started to make a run for it, as if she suddenly realised there was a big bus gaining in speed and making a beeline for her.

Oh, so maybe she realises that there are other road users, huh...

No! She was beginning to run because ... she realised that her bus had arrived at the bus-stop opposite!

And dash, she did. Regardless of the other oncoming traffic on the other side.

That was blatantly thoughtless, dangerous and sheer idiocy. I wanted to scream at her. As a driver, and more often, a pedestrian, I cannot stand it when people break traffic rules. Not only do they put themselves in danger, they put others on the road in danger too. As a driver, not only do you have to watch out for other vehicles around you, you also have to watch out for such pesky pedestrians who suddenly dash out.

Because, the moment you hit them, you're in the wrong and oh, so, screwed.

The place I was at today was a sleepy heartland, so people may take the risk there. But in crowded spots like Little India and Geylang, where traffic is extremely heavy and roads extremely wide, I don't understand why people want to brave their necks against the metallic grate of a huge truck.

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Here's a earworm that's gotten my feet tapping too!

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