Why Are You Here?

I Am A Bounty Hunter

Keira Knightley Look Damn Stylo In Here

As I was typing this post, the thunderstorm has just subsided into a drizzle.

I can foresee a wonderful night curling under the blanket, wriggling my toes as I closed by eyes and dozed into dreamland…provided I didn’t have any nightmares in the first place. Because you see, tomorrow is my off day which means to say I can wake up as late as I wish to without giving a damn to anyone.

Today while I was stepping out of the MRT, I saw a familiar face staring back at me. On closer observation, it suddenly jolted me she is the lady I had admired during my year 1 when I was studying in poly. (Yes, there was someone back then before One True Love but anyway…) If I did not remember wrongly, her name is Madeline or it was supposed to sound something like that anyway. And as everyone knows, my fashion sense during my 1^st year in poly was really disastrous and with my nerdy nerdy look, you can jolly well have guessed that I was ultimately rejected after I passed her a card expressing my admiration for her while boarding the MRT on our way to school.

And today, she captivated me yet again with her big round round eyes. But it’s a pity to leave it all to fate to decide when we will ever cross each other path again after watching her back fade away amid the evening crowd rushing back home for dinner. Beside, I don’t think I have the ability to strike a conversation with her even if the chances arise.

The feeling of "heartache" appears even before anything has begun. People say no love, got luck. got luck, no love. but KNNBCCB, how come I no luck no love...Haha.

Is there anyone be willing to show some pity and accompany me this weekend to watch DOMINO to heal my sorrow? Please...

posted by Immortali @ 11:09 pm