John Wilson AKA the lightbulb guy.
I hope he will never come across this blog...
NEVER EVER!
That is his name...which I just find out from all the mails on the mail-table in the hallway this morning....it just happen that I am checking for my own mails while i unintentionly (who am I kidding)chance across a big A4 size mail with the above name on it. This is new...becos I never see this name in other mails previously...so it must be him....and yes his name is John.
And the next thing I did was something I should never do....I put his mail againt the frosted door where the sunshine is bleaming thru to try to read what was on it...only for a few second that I feel guilty about what I had just done that I quickly put back the mail....on the table...
The only thing that makes me feel better is that I din really see what is on the letter....not becos it was not visible enough but becos I was too nervous and gulity that I din manage to see what the letter was trying to say...before i put it back..though I did see a chunk of words...I am just too distracted to really read it....distract becos i am afraid anyone might just open the door or come up from downstair and caught me....
And so...that is my horrible deed.
I reckon nothing will ever happen again becos I am simply too nervous to face him now...just like this morning when I was about to go to the toilet...I open the door and see someone coming and quickly close up...becos I am just too nervous to meet him.
If that was really him...I dun noe what he will think...
And the most horrible thing is.....I got a mail today...
Which address me as "MRS C. S***H"
Where we know the ang moh always have problem with chines name....but this is more problematic becos they call me "Mrs"...which I have spot the mistake long ago and din bother to change. However...I am worry that he might see that and tot I am married....OH NO!...what should I do now????
And why the hell should i worry when I dun even dare to face him...
Crazy....this is so crazy!
24/09/04
Friday, September 24, 2004
Let there be light...Part 3
Room 9.
And his name is John or Johnny...watever.
Today, I make a second attempt to return the bulb.
Just as I open my door ...someone came home....before I even say anything...that guy say...it was not him.....oh...so it was that wrong person yesterday again...and he know I am looking for someone to return a bulb.
He must have thought I am crazy.
Anyway....he told me that the lightbulb guy’s name is Johnny....
And that Johnny will only be back after 9pm....
While yesterday....I sound out my landlord when he gave me the bulbs and gather that this guy lives in the room directly underneath the landlord’s room...which my landlord call him John....
As my investigation proceeds,...the only way to find out the truth....is to knock the door and find out if that lightbulb guy is called is really who he is....john or Johnny....watever.
Then...I waited.
Probably after an hour or two....I heard the door ....someone is back.
My third attempt coming.
I “dressed up”...and pick a bulb and went downstairs...it was a bit dark...
I remember seeing a lady staying in room 6...so was not him...and James mentioned that he is directly underneath....and I saw a corner room in a dark corner. 2 doors actually...but I only see one with light...I hesitate for 2 seconds and knock softly......
And the following is the silliest conversation I have ever engage in....
“ Who?”
“Erm......me.”
What the hell!....I mean...when he ask “who????”...how am I suppose to answer him...in the first place if I say I am who I am...I dun think he even knows my name....and instinctly...I choose to see.... “...me”....which is so funny....
Then I heard some walking and opening of door....and...
There he is....it was him.
Still cute....and I am glad my memory did not fail me...
Which this time...I try to take a closer look ......he is wearing a blue shirt today..it was white previously....
“Er...I come to return the bulb....thanks....”
“AhH....Oh...That’s great!”
As he took the bulb from me....and tossed it skillfully into mid air...before he catch it...a very friendly gesture as if getting something from a friend....very casually.......
And he end our conversation by saying
“Thanks a lot”...
“yah...thanks”...I said.
Which I am puzzled....Why did he thank me?
Anyway....I walk away as he close the door simultaneously...
That is all....nothing happen.
The feeling is...I really find him cute and attractive....but the strange thing is...I always can only remember my reponse to his looks....”cute and attractive”...but even after the second time....I still cannot remember how he actually look like...it’s like...twice we met and both happens in less than 20 seconds each time......under bad lighting condition...first time...my room is in darkness when he was on my door....and I cannot see him clearly....and second time...the corridor is dimly lit...and I still cannot see him clearly....but I can see him....I am sure....just that not brightly lit enough to see clearly...only vaguely....but twice...he is charming.
And so....yah....so far because it will make no sense for anything to happen after I return him the bulb.....unless something happen again....where he will come upstairs or I go down....or else...that’s it.
Right now....I just wonder what he is doing....
23/09/04
I tried to read this whole story again...and thought it looks like some very potential romance story....if nothing really happen in reality...I am highly tempted to write it like a romantic fantasy....first of all....I wonder how should we proceed...wait....let me think....
And his name is John or Johnny...watever.
Today, I make a second attempt to return the bulb.
Just as I open my door ...someone came home....before I even say anything...that guy say...it was not him.....oh...so it was that wrong person yesterday again...and he know I am looking for someone to return a bulb.
He must have thought I am crazy.
Anyway....he told me that the lightbulb guy’s name is Johnny....
And that Johnny will only be back after 9pm....
While yesterday....I sound out my landlord when he gave me the bulbs and gather that this guy lives in the room directly underneath the landlord’s room...which my landlord call him John....
As my investigation proceeds,...the only way to find out the truth....is to knock the door and find out if that lightbulb guy is called is really who he is....john or Johnny....watever.
Then...I waited.
Probably after an hour or two....I heard the door ....someone is back.
My third attempt coming.
I “dressed up”...and pick a bulb and went downstairs...it was a bit dark...
I remember seeing a lady staying in room 6...so was not him...and James mentioned that he is directly underneath....and I saw a corner room in a dark corner. 2 doors actually...but I only see one with light...I hesitate for 2 seconds and knock softly......
And the following is the silliest conversation I have ever engage in....
“ Who?”
“Erm......me.”
What the hell!....I mean...when he ask “who????”...how am I suppose to answer him...in the first place if I say I am who I am...I dun think he even knows my name....and instinctly...I choose to see.... “...me”....which is so funny....
Then I heard some walking and opening of door....and...
There he is....it was him.
Still cute....and I am glad my memory did not fail me...
Which this time...I try to take a closer look ......he is wearing a blue shirt today..it was white previously....
“Er...I come to return the bulb....thanks....”
“AhH....Oh...That’s great!”
As he took the bulb from me....and tossed it skillfully into mid air...before he catch it...a very friendly gesture as if getting something from a friend....very casually.......
And he end our conversation by saying
“Thanks a lot”...
“yah...thanks”...I said.
Which I am puzzled....Why did he thank me?
Anyway....I walk away as he close the door simultaneously...
That is all....nothing happen.
The feeling is...I really find him cute and attractive....but the strange thing is...I always can only remember my reponse to his looks....”cute and attractive”...but even after the second time....I still cannot remember how he actually look like...it’s like...twice we met and both happens in less than 20 seconds each time......under bad lighting condition...first time...my room is in darkness when he was on my door....and I cannot see him clearly....and second time...the corridor is dimly lit...and I still cannot see him clearly....but I can see him....I am sure....just that not brightly lit enough to see clearly...only vaguely....but twice...he is charming.
And so....yah....so far because it will make no sense for anything to happen after I return him the bulb.....unless something happen again....where he will come upstairs or I go down....or else...that’s it.
Right now....I just wonder what he is doing....
23/09/04
I tried to read this whole story again...and thought it looks like some very potential romance story....if nothing really happen in reality...I am highly tempted to write it like a romantic fantasy....first of all....I wonder how should we proceed...wait....let me think....
Let there be light...Part 2
I finally get to see my landlord today and ask for 2 spare bulbs....I took one happily and nervously downstair...in search of the lightbulb guy...I saw another guy instead....actually I wasn’t sure if he is the one...but he probably isn’t becos if he is....he should know why I am downstairs....but he ask me “can I help you” instead....so I reckon he must be the wrong person....so I just went upstairs feeling a bit embarrass....a while later....this wrong guy knock on my door and ask me did I have problem with my lights and I told him I am fine now becos I got it replace already.....with a smile...I close my door.
I am amused by the fact that the guys living downstairs are so far very friendly about lightbulbs.....or maybe all guys are...when it comes to electrical appliances...if it was a girl...she would probably ignore me....just as I made such an assumption.....my neighbour Miss Tan knock on my door and say she found her spare light bulb.....duh......now I have 3 spares on top of the one shining up there right now....
Nevertheless, I am grateful....even to my landlord becos he offers to help me put on the new one....which I rejected becos I have already done so.....and find it ironic to have so many lightbulbs now.....
What I hope now is to find that guy soon and return him the bulb....of cos that is not my true intention...if you know what I mean.
22/09/04
I am amused by the fact that the guys living downstairs are so far very friendly about lightbulbs.....or maybe all guys are...when it comes to electrical appliances...if it was a girl...she would probably ignore me....just as I made such an assumption.....my neighbour Miss Tan knock on my door and say she found her spare light bulb.....duh......now I have 3 spares on top of the one shining up there right now....
Nevertheless, I am grateful....even to my landlord becos he offers to help me put on the new one....which I rejected becos I have already done so.....and find it ironic to have so many lightbulbs now.....
What I hope now is to find that guy soon and return him the bulb....of cos that is not my true intention...if you know what I mean.
22/09/04
Let there be light...
SHIT!....My bulb blows off this afternoon before I left home....
din replaced it...until I reach home to realise it is getting dark and my landlord is not back yet.....and my nextdoor neighbour just used up their last spare bulb....
Meanwhile...back in my room I did everything I can to light up my room such as to switch on the TV...and open my fridge(lights up when I open it.)..silly things....reading newspaper beside the TV and eating a semi rotten banana beside my fridge in case I ate the rotten part.....quite fun for a while when I realise this can’t go on...I decide to stick a note in front of my landlord’s room to tell him I need a new bulb.....
So I did....and went back to darkness and wait.
Some minutes past as I hear someone coming home....hoping that it is my landlord....i open the door and is disappointed to see a backview of a downstair neighbour walking down the stair.....oh well....continue to wait.
Then, a few minutes later....I hear a soft unsure knock on my door.
My landlord?.....I hope...but I put a question mark because I din hear anyone coming home other then the anonymous downstair neighbour....and most importantly, my landlord, James, dun knock this way....I can tell ....he usually will knock VERY LOUDLY as if I am deaf....
Nevertheless I rush to open the door, becos it might be my next door neighbour who have found a new bulb or whatever...so I open the door.
A guy that I have never seen before.
Cute looking guy....I can see that becos he has light up the whole hallway before he knock on my door(the hallway is usually lightless unless you purposely switch on the lights..)....and wait a minute.....since when is there a cute guy living in this apartment...I have seen a few and dun remember seeing any cute guy....I know a few polish uncles lives downstairs but they dun speak english!!!!...while this one speaks!...must be a new guy.....!
And he gave me a lightbulb....
THAT IS STILL HOT!
And say....he saw my note to James on the door......
I really can feel the heat on the lightbulb...and ask him if he has spare for himself....he obviously has...i am just asking stupid question....I thank him and close the door....I can tell that I am nervous when I spoke to him...becos I am!
Then...I open my door again in less than 2 seconds again...calling out at him who is at the stairway which I can’t see him anymore.....and ask him which room he lives in...so that I can return him the lightbulb when James comes back...and that silly guy...told me “I live downstair”.....and his voice disappear........of cos I know he is from downstair....but which room?
Everything just happen.
While I am still in shock.....
I close the door again....this time wondering how am I going to change the lightbulb...I thought I should have ask him before he go...but anyway...I tried...and struggle for a while ...unscrewing and twisting and pulling...and could not get the stupid fused light bulb off the wire.......finally...I use my last bit of common sense to give it a push..and twist to get it off the hook....ahhh.....
DONE!....put the pipping hot new bulb on....and TA DA!.....
LIGHT!
It was when lights came that I start to thing about this guy....
2 things about this whole incident that I try to make sense of....
First of all, why did he know it is me who needs the bulb?
I only wrote my name on the note....and not my room number?....I never met him and I dun noe him and he dun noe me...how did he know it is me? Or know is room 3?
I reckon after he read the note on the hall way and hear me open my door to assume is my room.
Second, why did he have to unscrew his current lightbulb?...if he has a spare....he can just give me the spare....and I can give him a new one later....but he actually unscrew the one that he is using to give me...and use his new bulb?......ok...maybe he is smart to give me an old one and use a new one....or else I dun see any sense...
Finally....my room is filled with de-lights again.....
While I look at my lightfilled room....I can’t help but to rememeber my childhood fetish.....I used to have secret fantasy for guys who changes lightbulb....even though this guy din help me change one (I did it myself)....but he manage to spare me one...which is almost equivalent.....
Ahhh....watever....I am touched....becos how many people will make an effort to help strangers in the first place, some more he din even noe me or even noe who is living in room 3.....yet is willing to come to my resuce.....
Thanks.....
To the guy who brighten up my life tonight, tomolo night and every other nights...
That cute looking guy.
And...I sure look forward to return him the bulb....
Wait till I find out which room he lives in.....
Meanwhile....I change my mind about moving out...... ;)
21/09/04
din replaced it...until I reach home to realise it is getting dark and my landlord is not back yet.....and my nextdoor neighbour just used up their last spare bulb....
Meanwhile...back in my room I did everything I can to light up my room such as to switch on the TV...and open my fridge(lights up when I open it.)..silly things....reading newspaper beside the TV and eating a semi rotten banana beside my fridge in case I ate the rotten part.....quite fun for a while when I realise this can’t go on...I decide to stick a note in front of my landlord’s room to tell him I need a new bulb.....
So I did....and went back to darkness and wait.
Some minutes past as I hear someone coming home....hoping that it is my landlord....i open the door and is disappointed to see a backview of a downstair neighbour walking down the stair.....oh well....continue to wait.
Then, a few minutes later....I hear a soft unsure knock on my door.
My landlord?.....I hope...but I put a question mark because I din hear anyone coming home other then the anonymous downstair neighbour....and most importantly, my landlord, James, dun knock this way....I can tell ....he usually will knock VERY LOUDLY as if I am deaf....
Nevertheless I rush to open the door, becos it might be my next door neighbour who have found a new bulb or whatever...so I open the door.
A guy that I have never seen before.
Cute looking guy....I can see that becos he has light up the whole hallway before he knock on my door(the hallway is usually lightless unless you purposely switch on the lights..)....and wait a minute.....since when is there a cute guy living in this apartment...I have seen a few and dun remember seeing any cute guy....I know a few polish uncles lives downstairs but they dun speak english!!!!...while this one speaks!...must be a new guy.....!
And he gave me a lightbulb....
THAT IS STILL HOT!
And say....he saw my note to James on the door......
I really can feel the heat on the lightbulb...and ask him if he has spare for himself....he obviously has...i am just asking stupid question....I thank him and close the door....I can tell that I am nervous when I spoke to him...becos I am!
Then...I open my door again in less than 2 seconds again...calling out at him who is at the stairway which I can’t see him anymore.....and ask him which room he lives in...so that I can return him the lightbulb when James comes back...and that silly guy...told me “I live downstair”.....and his voice disappear........of cos I know he is from downstair....but which room?
Everything just happen.
While I am still in shock.....
I close the door again....this time wondering how am I going to change the lightbulb...I thought I should have ask him before he go...but anyway...I tried...and struggle for a while ...unscrewing and twisting and pulling...and could not get the stupid fused light bulb off the wire.......finally...I use my last bit of common sense to give it a push..and twist to get it off the hook....ahhh.....
DONE!....put the pipping hot new bulb on....and TA DA!.....
LIGHT!
It was when lights came that I start to thing about this guy....
2 things about this whole incident that I try to make sense of....
First of all, why did he know it is me who needs the bulb?
I only wrote my name on the note....and not my room number?....I never met him and I dun noe him and he dun noe me...how did he know it is me? Or know is room 3?
I reckon after he read the note on the hall way and hear me open my door to assume is my room.
Second, why did he have to unscrew his current lightbulb?...if he has a spare....he can just give me the spare....and I can give him a new one later....but he actually unscrew the one that he is using to give me...and use his new bulb?......ok...maybe he is smart to give me an old one and use a new one....or else I dun see any sense...
Finally....my room is filled with de-lights again.....
While I look at my lightfilled room....I can’t help but to rememeber my childhood fetish.....I used to have secret fantasy for guys who changes lightbulb....even though this guy din help me change one (I did it myself)....but he manage to spare me one...which is almost equivalent.....
Ahhh....watever....I am touched....becos how many people will make an effort to help strangers in the first place, some more he din even noe me or even noe who is living in room 3.....yet is willing to come to my resuce.....
Thanks.....
To the guy who brighten up my life tonight, tomolo night and every other nights...
That cute looking guy.
And...I sure look forward to return him the bulb....
Wait till I find out which room he lives in.....
Meanwhile....I change my mind about moving out...... ;)
21/09/04
My new friend..
I was watching FRIENDS ...this particular episode where Phoebe has this habit to name her house pest like Bob the rat and Susie the mouse....
Well, I name my house pest as well...
I used to name my house cockroach 小强...and lizard小明.....and 小强 is not小强only but小强 and family.....that was in my home in Sembawang in Singapore.
Meanwhile in Glasgow, I basically only have one major house pest(pet) which I call him or them..小黑...they are a kind of buggy looking bug......and liwei say is called German cockroach. And they are one happy family settling in my room ....you can’t imagine how at home they are when they like to come out and stroll along my carpet....the baby maggots are those that really freaks me out though....
The thing is, I just couldn’t bear to kill them...The only most cruel thing that I always do is ..if it is only one...I will scope it up with a piece of paper and throw it out of the window....and if it is more than one...like family outing and I happen to spot them....I will bring in the vacuum cleaner to SUCK THEM UP!
Tonight, I have a new pest friend.....I call him 小飞.( a name I always use to name flying insect)....It is actually a fly. Yes, I repeat, a fly.
Just one fly.
But manage to drive me crazy.
he has been hovering in my room for the whole day since this morning....I sort of ignore it at first but he becomes pesty...especially when he likes to fly past my laptop and parade its flying skill while I am concentrating....he also likes to fly past my ear to let me hear it’s humbling sound.....as if I am not annoyed enough.....there are a few times when I actually caught him resting on my book...once on my knee(no respect!)...looking at me as I look at him .....and sometimes right on top of the LCD screen of my laptop.....sleeping!!!!.....I know he fall asleep becos I tried to tap my laptop to drive him away...and it just stay there like none of his business.....
My friend Xiao fei...trying to read my book...
I shall let him stay in my room for the night since it is cold outside right now and he probably have no where to go if I drive him away.....but that is it....only for tonight...
Anyway, he seem to have found a nice place to settle for the night at the moment , becos I have lost sight of him since I started writing....he must have been tired flying around the room for the whole night....probably felt miserable for not being able to find an exit.....poor thing...I shall forgive him....
19/09/04
Well, I name my house pest as well...
I used to name my house cockroach 小强...and lizard小明.....and 小强 is not小强only but小强 and family.....that was in my home in Sembawang in Singapore.
Meanwhile in Glasgow, I basically only have one major house pest(pet) which I call him or them..小黑...they are a kind of buggy looking bug......and liwei say is called German cockroach. And they are one happy family settling in my room ....you can’t imagine how at home they are when they like to come out and stroll along my carpet....the baby maggots are those that really freaks me out though....
The thing is, I just couldn’t bear to kill them...The only most cruel thing that I always do is ..if it is only one...I will scope it up with a piece of paper and throw it out of the window....and if it is more than one...like family outing and I happen to spot them....I will bring in the vacuum cleaner to SUCK THEM UP!
Tonight, I have a new pest friend.....I call him 小飞.( a name I always use to name flying insect)....It is actually a fly. Yes, I repeat, a fly.
Just one fly.
But manage to drive me crazy.
he has been hovering in my room for the whole day since this morning....I sort of ignore it at first but he becomes pesty...especially when he likes to fly past my laptop and parade its flying skill while I am concentrating....he also likes to fly past my ear to let me hear it’s humbling sound.....as if I am not annoyed enough.....there are a few times when I actually caught him resting on my book...once on my knee(no respect!)...looking at me as I look at him .....and sometimes right on top of the LCD screen of my laptop.....sleeping!!!!.....I know he fall asleep becos I tried to tap my laptop to drive him away...and it just stay there like none of his business.....
My friend Xiao fei...trying to read my book...
I shall let him stay in my room for the night since it is cold outside right now and he probably have no where to go if I drive him away.....but that is it....only for tonight...
Anyway, he seem to have found a nice place to settle for the night at the moment , becos I have lost sight of him since I started writing....he must have been tired flying around the room for the whole night....probably felt miserable for not being able to find an exit.....poor thing...I shall forgive him....
19/09/04
One more miracle...please.
I wear spectacles.
This is a weird statement to start with for those who know me.
Most of them will not remember me with specs.
Because, in actual fact, I dun really need them.
But whenever I see my spec looking shabby and scratched, I will make an effort to upgrade or replace them.
To tell the truth, my spec is actually a very crucial prop to me when I am doing last minute work or when I need full concentration.
Though I always assume to be an almost perfect eyesight person...I will wear my spec when I need to mentally prepare myself to sit down and commit.
Like superman needs his tights and spiderman and batman who need their masks....I need my specs....maybe it is a mental thing....that whenever I put on my specs...I will be able to perform some sort of miracles.....always...
However, the specs trick can only be used in case of emergency....or else it will not work anymore...hence I would usually dump my spec somewhere until I need it....
Finally,....just recently...I found out the reason why the spec trick works...simply becos my eyesights are failing....and I need the specs to see clearly especially when I am working on my laptop.....with greater visual ability gives better concentration......and one most annoying thing to date is...my scratchy specs...I need a new pair please!!!!!!
Meanwhile...I am hoping my existing specs can do it’s usual trick one last time.....one more miracle before I graduate in peace.
19/09/04
This is a weird statement to start with for those who know me.
Most of them will not remember me with specs.
Because, in actual fact, I dun really need them.
But whenever I see my spec looking shabby and scratched, I will make an effort to upgrade or replace them.
To tell the truth, my spec is actually a very crucial prop to me when I am doing last minute work or when I need full concentration.
Though I always assume to be an almost perfect eyesight person...I will wear my spec when I need to mentally prepare myself to sit down and commit.
Like superman needs his tights and spiderman and batman who need their masks....I need my specs....maybe it is a mental thing....that whenever I put on my specs...I will be able to perform some sort of miracles.....always...
However, the specs trick can only be used in case of emergency....or else it will not work anymore...hence I would usually dump my spec somewhere until I need it....
Finally,....just recently...I found out the reason why the spec trick works...simply becos my eyesights are failing....and I need the specs to see clearly especially when I am working on my laptop.....with greater visual ability gives better concentration......and one most annoying thing to date is...my scratchy specs...I need a new pair please!!!!!!
Meanwhile...I am hoping my existing specs can do it’s usual trick one last time.....one more miracle before I graduate in peace.
19/09/04
Chaotic order...
I usually will need more than one pen when I am working on my essays in the middle of the night or whenever, as long as I am in the middle of deep concentration processing my work. I cannot afford to lose time looking for misplaced pen.
One(pen) will usually be among my hair(in most cases) where I will poke through to hold my bun of hair while another is probably lost in my pile of notes and in today’s case was camouflage among the columns of my keyboard.
So here I am writing with my 3rd pen which I suspect I might just left it somewhere later when I go and get a drink, but no worry.....becos I akways know where to get the 4th!
Ps/ most of my blogs are written on papers before I type them on computers mainly becos things dun always happen when I am using my laptop and I need to write things down immediately or else I might just forget...it is always difficult to just sit down in front of my laptop and start to recall things....I mean...there are sensations which only last a second....so pen and paper is still my best friend....
19/09/04
One(pen) will usually be among my hair(in most cases) where I will poke through to hold my bun of hair while another is probably lost in my pile of notes and in today’s case was camouflage among the columns of my keyboard.
So here I am writing with my 3rd pen which I suspect I might just left it somewhere later when I go and get a drink, but no worry.....becos I akways know where to get the 4th!
Ps/ most of my blogs are written on papers before I type them on computers mainly becos things dun always happen when I am using my laptop and I need to write things down immediately or else I might just forget...it is always difficult to just sit down in front of my laptop and start to recall things....I mean...there are sensations which only last a second....so pen and paper is still my best friend....
19/09/04
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