Date: 7th January 2014
Felt hungry, so I walked over to the hawker centre just opposite my office to get some bite. On my way over, walking under the hot sun (sun is finally out after hiding whole day yesterday) perspiring and all, I caught sight of a lady smoking by the bin. I would say, she looked pretty beautiful with her make up and lashes. Standing elegantly, she held 1 cigarette on with hand, and checking out her phone with the other. The wind blew from behind her onto my face, covering me with the smell of her perfume mixed with her cigarette smoke.
She must’ve saw me walking towards her direction, as she looked up and upon seeing me, looked into my eyes before looking down again to check on her phone.
And I thought some girl by the streets was interesting in this uninteresting married uncle-cum-father-of-Joyston. I wasn’t going to take it lying down, so I walked over to her.
“Hi.” I said to her, smiling.
She looked at me, tidying her messy hair caused by the blowing wind, wondering why the hell was I talking to her.
“Yes?” She mustered enough courage to answer me.
“Hot weather today, huh?”
She rolled her eyes in disgust. She must have thought that this pick-up line was just so passé.
“Did you smell that?” I asked, still not budging. I finally got her curiosity. She looked at me in the eyes and asked,”Smell what?”
“Burning plastic. Get away from the sun.”
Andy Lawson is the average man on the street that you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at him if he passes by you. He’s sensitive to bullshit, and he hates mediocrity in most people. He is the author of his self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You. He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, because he hates to be associated with people who tend to be passive-aggressive online, but he does have a very limited set of vocabularies, terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes himself God in his own twisted world and an ability to communicate with people who wish to be his friend.