chance.

here, here an odd odd day. (tues)

what are the chances? meeting 3 people in quick sucession whom i should have had small chances of meeting in a normal day? odd.

first: the lg girl
ok not so odd that i meet her, but she has switched dept and no longer has the pleasure of dealing with muy. (sigh..) still cute as hell, and cuter than hell donning glasses. shared small talk and "long-time-no-sees" with her but had to beat a hasty retreat before her colleague start teasing us again. still, wow. chance encounter because i wasnt intending on going up if not to take the demo disc from meiling (also very cute but not my type).

2nd: li lian
took my degree with her, she's joys' clone. same surname, same look, even talk the same. my introduction line to her was: "u look a lot like someone i know." at a bus stop no less. first and only girl i ever went up to introduce myself, and with that stinker of a pickup line. thinking of joys makes me do really stupid things.

she didnt recognise me even though we were face to face, i didnt pursue the matter. i guess i am a ghost in her life now. long story. still looking good though. i wonder if she has left sia?

kept wondering if this was a prelude to joys coming back.

3rd: cheryl
my worldly cousin, born a month earlier than me, looking weathered and beat. citibanker. she's been there for a while. parting words to me: "don't tell your daddy that i'm smoking!" i felt the rectangular bulge in my pocket, smiled back, and said "ok!".

have realised that i've been blahing about women for the last few blog entries, oops. hormones. tricky thing u know.

anyway, something i wrote on the subject matter a long time ago. (some changes)

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Luck.

Fat lady by the roadside, selling papers,
hawking cigarettes under the table,
making wedding plans.

You wonder how the lucky guy looks like.

Father of two buys the papers,
he’s a whistler with a song in his mind,
as he strolls into no. 58A marked with red neon.

Someone’s gonna get lucky tonight.

Just turned 16 and on to the best JC next year,
sends her man out;
her list includes Coca Cola and
"don't forget the condoms."

With luck he won't be gone long.

The bell rings, her number is called.
the door opens, she waits with same rehearsed look.
It’s the whistler, with the papers.

Lucky me, lucky you.


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listening to: rainnie yang going off key on the telly. but so kawaii so who cares?!
reading: gunter grass: my century. really. i try to be intellectual sometimes, am failing miserably though.


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