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Of wallpapers, wallflowers and flavour of the month!

Wallflowers, the band
While meeting up with a friend's father, a mid septuagenarian, who was recuperating from a major illness, his mobile phone rang. After he had completed his conversation, everyone noticed his romanticism from his mobile wallpaper. He had placed a snap of husband and wife studio pose!

Suddenly, everybody was looking at each others' gizmo. Everybody had their accusing eyes casted on my el cheapo G-less cell phone when they saw what saw. Instead of immortalizing the picture of my love of my life or the product of thereof, there was a nocturnal snapshot of Sultan Sulaiman building with its clock tower which I took during my last run! Being a good sport, I just laughed it off.

Hey, my phone wall paper is like the restaurant's flavour of the month. I change it when I get bored with the picture. Before this it was a picture of a comb, preceded by Tasmania pics, etcetera, etcetera...It is not indicative of degree of passion or lack of. I am not a PDA type of a guy (PDA = public display of affection). No one knows what goes in the mind. Everything is a mirage.

Remember, for umpteenth times, suspected gruesome murderers and child molesters have appeared in courts in full view draped in conservatively religious tunics and head gears to highlight their docile predisposition just to be sentenced guilty on all accounts. And the numerous politicians who claim to be servants of the masses just to serve their own coffers.

Here I stand alone like a wall flower.....

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