In my post slightly more than a week ago on dreams I mentioned a cute girl I saw once at an event 3 weeks prior. Let's call her Reg-girl, my unimaginative label for her being the person at the registration counter.
On Merdeka night, I went for a gig in No Black Tie (which was fantastic!) and there she was. Reg-girl. Now there are two ways of looking at this.
1) Over analyse it and call it fate.
2) Sheer coincidence.
Sad to say, I didn't speak to her. My excuse is that she was sitting amongst a large group at a table across a room that was packed like a can of tuna.
If the words "Alah, no balls say la" crossed your mind, you'd be spot on.
So did I just reject fate? Was that event meant to tell me something? With perfect 20-20 hindsight, I think the message is "Alah, get some balls man".
Yep.
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note to min: carpe the fracking diem son!! once the moment has passed, it'll never come by again...or will it.
*crosses fingers*
apa la lu! wai lu neba go tok too her wan? lu tada bola laaaa! you neba no mah, maybe lej-girl wan too tok too you asoo. next time tly lorrr...
chicken. =P
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