Please... if you're male, don't touch me while speaking to me.

I wrote quite abit about my dinner with winston and company yesterday. But to be politically friendly, since there is a high probability of them coming to this blog via my colleague's mulitply account when she shares her photos, i've deleted it.

So i'll just talk about a little bit. At some point during dinner, Winston, who was sitting beside me (i had to be so suey), touched my hand and asked me if i wanted to join their movie outing to watch 40 Year Old Virgin even when he knows i don't want to. And then when i said i didn't want to, he asked, "Why you so boring, what do you do on Saturdays", and all eyes were on me, i don't know about anyone else, but i prefer to make conversation rather than make announcement.

Now what was so wrong with the above paragraph? The poly guys might catch it, in any case, i'll show the empahsis in the following paragrah.

So i'll just talk about a little bit. At some point during dinner, Winston, who was sitting beside me (i had to be so suey), touched my hand and asked me if i wanted to join their movie outing to watch 40 Year Old Virgin even when he knows i don't want to. And then when i said i didn't want to, he asked, "Why you so boring, what do you do on Saturdays", and all eyes were on me, i don't know about anyone else, but i prefer to make conversation rather than make announcement.

I don't know how to put this elegantly, but... knn DON'T EVER TOUCH ME to speak to me unless it is neccessary (and even so, touch to get my attention, and stop touching when you've got it, don't continue touching when speaking to me) or unless you're female.

Winston talked something about cost benefit analysis regarding roller blading and salsa. Which i have something to talk about. But i'm too fired up with the touch me not thing... I'll talk about it another time. Ciao.