chained musing
I walked past the seats... I guess it's better called the benches. The benches outside The Cathay. Ya, where they have those coloured, round lamps that are not so tall. Was it not there that we sat and you charmed me (ya, those days, you charmed me so easily... hehe) with your knowledge of the political history of Pakistan or was it Saudi Arabia or was it Egypt (see, I still can't get the geography right), after we watched "Ayat-Ayat Cinta"? After I unapologetically 'jilted' Weitong and used you as a scapegoat/excuse to not have him send me home?
Was it not that night that the bus-stop incident occured, and sort of changed our lives forever (tis is beginning to sound so cliche)?
Perhaps I had planned, in a way, for the incident (that's why we can't call it an 'accident'), by having you send me home. Then, suggesting quite innocently (was it not?) that we walked a bit more, instead of taking the bus.
haha... it's funny how it all happened, on retrospect. Funny how a guy starts popping Panadols and godknowswhat pills you had in your bag those days, when he's been told by the girl that he likes that she'd like him to be her part-time boyfriend. I mean, shouldn't the correct response be jumping for joy or a reverberating 'Yes, I do!'? Maybe you already knew it might be the start of more headaches and complications to come into your life.. that would explain the Panadols.
Hmm, 30 months later, that same girl continues to add the punch, headaches, excitement, confusion (just about once a month), complications, and most of all, love+care+laughter+amazement+charm+etc,etc in your life. That leaves no more space for your weird pills in your life.
Aren't you quite, so-very lucky?
(This post, just because I walked past those benches. Inspiration comes when loneliness steps in.)
Was it not that night that the bus-stop incident occured, and sort of changed our lives forever (tis is beginning to sound so cliche)?
Perhaps I had planned, in a way, for the incident (that's why we can't call it an 'accident'), by having you send me home. Then, suggesting quite innocently (was it not?) that we walked a bit more, instead of taking the bus.
haha... it's funny how it all happened, on retrospect. Funny how a guy starts popping Panadols and godknowswhat pills you had in your bag those days, when he's been told by the girl that he likes that she'd like him to be her part-time boyfriend. I mean, shouldn't the correct response be jumping for joy or a reverberating 'Yes, I do!'? Maybe you already knew it might be the start of more headaches and complications to come into your life.. that would explain the Panadols.
Hmm, 30 months later, that same girl continues to add the punch, headaches, excitement, confusion (just about once a month), complications, and most of all, love+care+laughter+amazement+charm+etc,etc in your life. That leaves no more space for your weird pills in your life.
Aren't you quite, so-very lucky?
(This post, just because I walked past those benches. Inspiration comes when loneliness steps in.)
