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15 July, 2007
When Adam Meets Eve
Ahh.. It's a Sunday today. And yesterday was a Saturday. And tomorrow will be Monday.
Monday means engineering math, which is also another term for Zakk's-brain-block Day. Hehx.
(what am I crapping..?)
Hahaha.. I don't know why.. I just feel strange. Very strange. The type of strange where you'd go "wheeeeeeew!" over and over again. Hehx. So I had this dream last night. Not some typical daily strange dreams that I encounter every night, nor is it a wet dream..
(sheeesh!)
It's the type of dream where you would wake up from it, and begin to wonder what it's all about. Hehx. Alrite.. I dreamt about this girl, who happened to be my girl.. Well she's supposed to be, I think.. Haha.. Because in that dream, we were like walking together holding hands or sumthin' like that. I could tell she's a sweet girl, 'cuz I remember clearly how she giggled. In that dream, we were like so happy together, playing around with our food, laughing all the time, playing the staring game... Man, it so felt pretty much like a dream.. Wait.. IT IS A DREAM! Hahaha..
Hmm.. But then, there's one major problem. A problem which I couldn't seem to solve, even until now. The problem is:
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THE GIRL IS!!
Hahaha.. Weird, ain't it? She's like the perfect girl. What I mean by perfect was that even though she's alright, I could actually see her flaw in my eyes and it's totally fine with me! Like the old saying, if you find that your partner is absolutely perfect, with no flaws or other nonsense related, then there's absolutely SUMTHIN' wrong with that partner, because he/she haven't show their true colours yet. Like they say again, nobody is perfect! And the sad thing is that I don't even know who she is! Sad, but true..
God! Why do I always have weird mysterious dreams?!
So I woke up from that dream rather dumbstruck. Totally speechless. Really. Not bluffing.. And then my mum woke me up again, saying that I should be bathing and getting ready for my madrasah. Hahaha.. Nak katakan spoiler, tak sangat. Well, I should be thankful to her for asking me to go for my class this morning.. Wanna know why...? Hahaha.. I don't know if its somehow related to that dream or what.. But sumthin' happened... Sumthin' that made me go "wheeeeeew!" for the whole of my day.. Haha..
(oh boy.. this sure gonna be a long post entry.. hahaha..)
So I reached Ang Mo Kio late at about 8.30am. (man, isn't that a little too early for a Sunday morning..? nevermind..) And so i reached the mosque late. Didn't go for the assembly though. (haha.. jackass..) Well, let's just cut to the chase.
Came to class just in time, then got my note pad ready. AND THEN......
I accidentally turned my head to the girls sitting area when I was reaching for my eraser on the floor.... And there she was, laughing so innocently along with her friends.. Man, she looked sweeter than I thought. Real sweet with that smile and those small eyes. For the whole of my 6 years of study in that class, that was the first time that I take full notice of her. Well, I kinda did noticed her last year, when I used to sit at the same row as her in class.. But I thought she's like too clever as compared to me. So I didn't pay much attention. (dude, she got a solid 8 points for her L1R5!)
Later on after class today, there was a rehearsal for our Haflah. We're doing a short skit. I'm supposed to be the voice of the main guy character's inner thoughts or sumthin' like that in the story. And she plays the fierce "Ustazah". One thing for sure, she couldn't really act. Hehx. Not being negative or what la, but she'd just be giggling whenever it comes to her part. And she's supposed to be "fierce". Haha.. The irony.. Man, she's not all that pretty or hot or the kind when your eyes would pop out when you see her. (errgh.. reminds me of the business girls from my school..) She's just an ordinary cute girl who's not always in the limelight of the class. Almost unnoticeable.. Almost perfect. Just right... Hmm....
But hey, this is just a slight crush only la. And I won't be goin' real crazy about her. (i hope. haha..) It will go away sometime later.. (i hope. hahaha..) But maybe she just might be, you know, the one.. Maybe? Maybe not.. Hahaha.. Who knows.. Wheeeeeew! And her name is Masturah. Sweet huh?
Whoa.. This really is my longest entry since I don't know when. Way longer than my O' levels essay, I think. Hehx. And my fingers are almost numb now. But you know, sometimes you gotta write what you gotta write. The rest is still better left unsaid though.. Hehx. Cheerios.
reminisced;
- 6:47 PM
