Attractiveness

I found myself dumstruck.

I was sitting in the train on one of those seats where you face the person in front of you in the middle of the train. This was a slender and tall girl, skinny without much curves. She wore long work pants which accentuated her height and her hair combed back and probably sprayed down with mousse or some other hair product. She wasn't particularly pretty, more plain like Kate Moss. Perhaps it was the non-existant smile or something that did not exude beauty. However I still found myself shied perhaps by her confident aura. I was wondering to myself, what makes her beautiful to my mind? I chanced a few looks and noticed a few things out of the ordinary. The things that made her different to normal women you see everyday. She looked like a cosmetic commercial. A really good one.

Her eyebrows were perfection. Not to thick, not to well drawn to look like a cartoon, but trimmed and groomed to look naturally perfect. The lips, a tone suited to her skin tones well chosen. And the kicker, I think was the lush eyelash curler she wielded with such proficiency.

I never thought Id see a make up commercial in real life. It was good.

The closer I come to you, the closer I come to me.

The auditorium was dimly lit. The brightest section was the stage which seemed like a speck from where we were sitting. People whispering nothing but static and the shadows and darkness the only company.

An outstretched hand as in to offer a dance.

A moment of hesitation,then there was no gap between palms.

Warm pulses, breathlessness.

One searching the other's face, just to see a dim shade of red on the other's cheek, eyes not meeting yet both understanding, but still unsure.

That day, we became something.

-Inspired by His and her circumstances ep.4

right?wrong?

Was walking home listening to my mp3's. Walked by some school girls and one of them dances next to me with her headphones on.

"Good tune?" she asks.

"Its ok, what you listening too?" I reply.

"Gabber." (i dont care much for it)

"I prefer trance"

"Show me your moves"

"Haha, I dont have the right music!"I say.

-she keeps dancing, while smiing-

"this is me. cya" (walking down the steps to my house)

"bye sexah"

-i just wave.haha.I think she was 14 though...lol.

Scared to be happy

I dreamt.

It was a sweet dream. It was a great day, sunny on the beach, and I'm riding (a bike) along a path beside the beach. Then suddenly this girl comes comes flying at me with open arms. I see her and pluck her out of thin air, and we embrace. It seemed the perfect moment, the culmination of so much time longing, thinking about this moment. It seemed too unreal, beautiful, but my mind realized this and refused to indulge in the moment. I felt held back as though is was not alright to be happy.

Things became a bit weird from then on, the girls father emerged and started to lecture us about how it was wrong, some other persons emerged and appeared to gawk. Out of frustration I scremed at the girl's father (which is very unlike me I must add) :

"SHUT UP ! This is my dream!"

Thats when I woke up and thought about it somemore. Why was I afraid in the dream? Why are things we know we want so hard to give up on things we already have, to have new things we know we want? Why are we afraid to be happy? On the other hand, we dont get rid of things that make us smile.

I know I didnt make much sense on that explaining my thoughts, it was a dream afterall and it was just a mix of emotions that blended together to make this weird-emo rant. Opinions?

ANYWAY,

On the other hand, I took Esther (or rather she took me) to see Ratatouille and it was as awesome show! 5 of 5! Id say its even better than Incredibles. Pixar has really outdone themselves on this one.

Sublime Subway

Had the longest of Tuesdays, class started at 9am and I was finishing a hand in till 2am in the morning, was about three before I finally nodded off.

Its late.

9:13pm on my watch.

I ask Boon to drop me at the nearest Subway, Im craving some fast food, although healthy fast food is the better opt.

I walk in and see an old man talking to a awkward Caucasian red head who is getting his sub ready. I walk nearer to the counter and divert my attention to the overhead menus.

Another 'sub-maker' emerges from the back room, appears to be a dark skinned girl with thin hair. Either local black, or third generation Filipino, I cant tell. She says hi.

"Gimme a sec" and I continue scanning the menus.

"Your Malaysian"she says out of the blue.

"...how did you ...how did you o that?" my interest peaked.

"I have a friend...he talks exactly like you".

I think to myself, I say 2 words and she reads me like an open book.

"You must spend too much time together" I smirk.

She looks up in contemplation and shrugs a maybe.

"Hehe, only white bread left"

"Yeah, guess Ill have that then"

"So I guess Im making you dinner now?"

"Indeed, long day today..9 to 9"

"You go to UNSW?"

"Nice guess, but its an educated one since New South is the nearest uni"

"Ha, yeah"

She chit some chat and reach the paying portion on the subway experience.

"You want some cookies with that?"

"Nah...."

"On the house."

"In that case...."

I ended up getting 2 free cookies and a the perfect subway which didnt spill which I could eat out of the wrapper while walking home. But the most amazing thing is how she guessed my origin in 3 words, and I doubt "Gimme a sec " counts as being very Malaysian. Whats more is when people guessed my origin the last 3-4 times I remember, they all say American cause of the amount of TV English I use. Ha!

In other news, my sister got chosen for National Service. You key in your IC on a site then it tells you: Tahniah, anda telah di.... My sister was like, dammit! As if its the lottery!
My parents trying to get her out of it, but who knows it could be a blessing! Could lose 20 kilos and gain a killer tan....in Johor.