Not really an RZ-styled blog

YF'd say er you are still thinking about it? come on. I'd say just like to try out an RZ-styled blog for fun.

On Tuesday, something terrible happened during lunch. What, pray, may that be?

It's the age-old story of cutting queues.

When RZ and I joined the queue which, as it always does at that hour, extended to the door of the canteen. As the line shortened and food finally came into sight, a student-like guy with ruffed up hair and t-shirt that hung below his hip loomed into view beside me.

I threw him a glance and knew there was something sparkly in the air. I didn't give way and he remained beside me. So he said, "This position is mine."

So me being me who's trained to follow instructions, stepped back without thinking, muttering a "really?" under my breath. The guy carried on a discussion with the girl standing in front of me, also student-like and, from the look of it, in the same lunch-planning team.The next thing I did was to turn back to RZ and confirm if that were true: "Did you see that guy in front of us just now?" RZ replied with her usual nonchalance, "He cut queue ba."

The episode would have ended there and then. I found the support/proof I needed to show that I haven't wronged anyone and my memory wasn't failing just yet. RZ didn't care. But of course like all stories with good plots the climax is never at where it appears to be. The guy turned back and said, without address or acknowledgement that there's an issue, "I was in front checking out the food. This was my position."

I replied, "Oh I see. Well we really didn't see you just now. I'm sorry about that." I tried to add a measure of sarcasm, but I guess I'm not one for this kind of job, for it was totally lost on that guy, who said "It's ok."

By now the episode would have ended a second time since I count myself benevolent enough to take his final words as a reach of consensus instead of pure cheek + obtuseness (forgiveness granted for 2nd part since it's after all hard to pick up nuances and things implied. Singaporeans, as RZ says, are direct). Mais non. Here comes the final straw that entirely took away my appetite. The girl, who apparently has reached a decisive moment with the guy in the discussion of to-have's and not-to-have's for lunch, ventured to turn back and end this annoying interruption from a pesky female staff. She said quickly in Chinese without looking at me, "He's so big and you can't see him?"

Hmm one thing I didn't tell YF is that as they turned I couldn't help giving them the middle finger. There has to be something that makes up for meekness. Incorrect remedy I know. And hardly a remedy. Instead it was in the plain view of the whole canteen of staff though probably no one saw it. The consequences I can imagine only now. And I'm not ready for it. So why did I do it? A fight seems hardly justified for conflicts between men and women of sciences. Or budding men and women anyway. It'd be interesting to know what makes them seem so wicked at that time and what makes me feel like a child fighting a... an evil landlord.

Well well I see you still have a long way to go to be all justified and balanced within yourself.

Ok this is not really an RZ-styled blog.