I got home tonight, all hot and sweaty from the weather. They say it's cooler at night, but I find myself perspiring even more at night! A short walk from say, Heeren Shops to Far East Plaza leaves me perspiring like a pig! I need to do something about my hyperactive sweat glands. My mother says that acupuncture can fix the excessive sweating.
Anyways, my bandana-turned-headband* was horrendously half-soaked with icky perspiration and I didn't have the conscience to leave it overnight for bacteria to fester, so I washed it briefly.
(*I got 3 new bandanas from Lips Enterprise; and you didn't hear it from me, but I paid S$8 for 3 of 'em. I don't really care what people say/perceive/notion-conceive, I'm into wearing bandanas. I think it's alleged evidence from a fashion crime scene, but hey, criminals CAN be GOOD people too, you know.
Because I don't have money for proper clothes, I've decided to just jazz up and accessorise. And the square piece of cloth happens to be ultra versatile, making it the ultimate accessory for me. Bandana, check. Neckerchief, check. Headband, check. Wristband, check. À la-Boy-Scout scarf, check.
Lastly, it's not WHAT you wear; it's HOW you wear it.)
So I wrung the cloth dry and seeing how it's night and no one airs their laundry out anymore, I took the liberty to flick the excess water from the cloth out the kitchen window.
Then I recalled someone saying that, superstitiously speaking, airing laundry out at night will attract some form of spirit. And I immediately regretted my actions. What I did was equivalent to airing laundry out, right?
As soon as I was consumed with regret, somewhere downstairs, a dog barks.
A. DOG. BARKS.
And we all know how dogs have the extra-perception towards all things paranormal, right? *shudders*
I stood still 2 metres from the kitchen window, looking out into the night, half-expecting something to rise from the dark.
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