Second July

22 June 2008

My 6K

What I'm thinkin now is that metting up with your ex (or exes) is not always a good idea.

You fuss about what to wear. Hot but cool at the same time.

The fler usually turn up later than you. So you try to get a nice seat where you can get a whole view of the restaurant you're at. Especially the entrance.

You look at your phone every 10 seconds, just in case the fler text in an excuse to FFK.

The longer you wait, the more fidgety you get.

You make sure your hair is good for the umpteenth time.

When the fler shows up, you realises the fler's hotter than before (call that fashionably late). Also, your brain decides to hit the rewind button and the good ol' memories come in spasms.

You say hi and chat casually while your brain overclocks from coming up with chat topics.

You can't help but notice the silver band on the fler's ring finger.

You ask what the fler is doing presently, when you already knew everything from the fler's Facebook or Friendster or whatever the in tool people use to keep tab on their social circle.

When the fler's phone rings, you accidentally catch a glimpse of the fler's other half's avatar flashing. You then proceed to judge based on the fler's other half's looks.

When it's time to part, you'll either feel mm se dak or relieve that it's over, depending on the number and quality of the conversations you had.

Again, depending on the number and quality of the conversations, you might or might not ever want to meet the fler again.

The worst part is, when you dig deep enough, you still find yourself missing the fler after that.


Ladies and gentlemen, meet my ex-classmates.




16 exes of mine showed up last last Sunday after 7 years of separation. Sigh, I really do miss them.

All except 2 went to CHS, but it's good to know 2 of them will be going to NUS and 3 heading to NTU.

Labels: The Oddball

posted by: JYLing @ 8:20 PM

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