Marian's cortisol levels

Last Monday night 18 Dec, when I bumped into her at Sun Weng Fatt, Marian was apparently still hungry after polishing off Gurmit's curry rice, and bought deep-fried beehoon in gravy for the 2 of us. Ah Nam duly delivered the order plus the usual sets of small bowls, spoons and chopsticks, and we finished our respective portions in almost no time at all.

It was rather delicious, and Marion wholeheartedly agreed.

But what she did next was rather unusual, at least in this little village formerly known as Epau and / or Paloh.

She dug her chopsticks and spoon into the communal dish and dumped the remaining third into my little bowl, saying, "Hey Peter, why don't you finish it," or words to that effect. And since I hadn't had dinner, I duly complied: after all, it was quite a tasty offering.

Perhaps half a minute later, I suddenly felt disgusted for no apparent reason, and I'm not prone to such feelings, since I'm generally good-humored most times of almost any day. In fact, I break into a broad grin for no reason than feeling thankful for being in good health for my age. (Apart from my sniffling but that's another story)

I soon twigged: Marion's reported foul mood earlier in her day must have found its way into her saliva.

Now isn't that strange?

No, no stranger than picking up another person's depressed mood left on a plastic chair I sat upon in a Canning Garden eatery many months ago.

I wonder if I may profit in some way or another from this curious gift of mine.

Mdm Wintergreen and her friends

Wednesday 30 Nov at the cyber cafe, what seemed to be a woman's perfume suddenly manifested in the space between 2 rows of macho gamers, back of where I sat

The same fragrance turned up twice in perhaps an hour, with one occurrence rather more intense than the other; and I remind myself that the cyber cafe had no history of dispensing perfumes of the industrial sort.

How curious, and it was only last Friday 25 Nov that Mdm Wintergreen made her presence known in no uncertain manner in the same cyber cafe.

She had turned up twice that afternoon when I was then also online at no.108 console, but in contradistinction to previous encounters - when I was usually walking and collided into her - I found myself enveloped in her fragrance while seated.

I had asked Kevin the regular tech support guy if he'd smelled anything but he was too engrossed in his game a couple of meters away.

My Aunt's Bald Cat audio