Hear Ye Hear Ye

Recent update on my life:

Well, the exams are well underway,
My only paper beckons on Friday,
Am i prepared? What shall i say?
To quote 007, "I'll just die another day".

Few weeks have passed, battles won and lost,
I busted my budgets buying clothes ignoring the cost,
I was made to sit at my desk not by design by force,
To pore over texts so my GPA stays on course.

My heart? Well, it's doing fine.
It does flips, skips, trips and toes the line.
Gymnastic triggered by my whims to pine,
Waiting with abated breath, eye on the time.

The soul is intact, music is the key,
Piped into reality, streaming MP3s.
I get a good nite's sleep sometimes three,
Im well fed, and am comfy being me.

Then i became tired of rhyming. I'm moving out of ye' olde apartment and staying home now. Why? I don't know. THe scheme of things was to get my DAD to finally cut me some slack and finally get me THE car. THE car. But he is a tough cookie he is. And my mom is playing "submissive" wife and doing the "I would get it for you but ask your DAD first". Clever strategy if you ask me. But i Am unfazed! To quote a certain favourite character of mine (Wayne):

"She will be mine... oh yes, she will be mine.."

What is it with..

What is it with bumping into old flames/ex-boyfriends/burning objects of desire? You get burnt, that's what! Ok, pass over the corn and i'll trying upping the ante of the conversation to a more readable one. So all my readers, yes all 4 of you, brace yourself.

I was just doing my thing, doing my thing. At orchard. Was i sauntering across the underpass? Maybe. I don't remember. I was casually walking. You know, like Tuesday evening in Ochard and it's raining like a bitch outside and everyone is using the underpass, kind of walking. I had a premonition/feeling/instinct that i would bump into someone i know, someone significnt, not like my aunt or a relative or the blind dude with the nasal voice in the underpass. So technically, i was prepared, right? But CRASH! BOOM! BANG! i was shocked lah. It's the heart dropping to the pits of the stomach kinda shocked. I saw him. My feet didn't stop although my heart did otherwise and i just did like a lame as grin and turned away. His girlfriend was there and i didn't want to arouse any suspicion or bang on niceties and start conversation with someone i ABSOLUTELY do not know/have no inclination to get to know, it's too conventional.

Then the 20 questions thingy start: Did i look like a dork? Was my panty line showing? Did i look awesome? Did the moment pass so fast that he didn't even notice me? Was he pleased to see me? Was he disturbed to see me? Did his girlfriend sense something was amiss and did the whole "Who is she?" SOP? Should i have said "Hi" at least? Ok, so there were less than 20 questions.. but you get the drift..

Be still..

Heart's palpitations are a mind's disease. It was a mad cap adventure. How could i even begin without making myself sound so suspiciously idiotic? 291004. Maroon. Bookshop. Bump. Never in my wildest dreams. Quirky coincidence? Sly Fate? 061104. Message read. Heart's palpitations ARE a mind's disease since i have a test next Tuesday to study for and its 0316 and i haven't done anything yet... major bummer.