:: the grand entrance ::

It's a crazy semester.
My brain cells are practically dying.
With three 2000 word research papers to be completed by next week, all of us had gone from living things to walking zombies.
To top it up, exams will start on the 23th April.
4 papers altogether.
Apart from being a caffeine addict and a library fanatic, I've not really been in touch with society.
Like hermit the crab. Macam katak di bawah tempurung. Croak.Croak.
I have to keep comforting myself that its just another month of sacrifice and come 5th May, I can enjoy all I want.

I am not usually wishy-washy.
But today as the man drove me home in absolute silence (it's one of those - I'm just happy to have your company but don't say a word kind of moment), everything falls into place.
Down memory lane - a story of how we first met.

Bugger. Heard of him many times and only saw him once.
Joked with my club president to arrange a get-to-know session so that I can have his number.
At that point, I was really kidding.
After a few months, I never saw him again.
Until a particular event when we had our first eye contact.
So how did this happen?
See. The man was sitting and happily chatting with a friend at UID.
I didn't see him until I was about to enter the building.
If you are familiar with the building, you should know there are many side doors and a main entrance.
I was already at the side door. Then I saw him sitting strategically facing the main entrance.
So what did I do?
I closed the side door (quietly) and headed for the main entrance.
I walked in (step confident), acknowledged his presence. He smiled and my heart started somersaulting (not before I smiled back though).
It was sort of a minute 'fame' kind of thing.
Oh well, after that encounter I hoped that I will see him again or something magically will happen.
But no, after a few days - I gave up. No news.
Though after I can't be bothered, I received a surprise call from a friend - telling me he is asking for my name.
And I went -- name for what? why never ask number?
I am very much a kiasu person.
But I waited. Days passed after he asked for my name.
No mention about my number.
Then my club president emailed the list of contacts of club presidents in NIE.
My first text-message to him.
The rest is history.
(No. He didn't ask for my number.)

There are some things you will never forget.
Though I often believe that everything is unpredictable.
Its spur and unplanned moments that we cherish most.



So how was your grand entrance in his/her life?
Hee.
(Warning: There are times when grand entrance comes with grand exit. So bear in mind that besides death, the other most unpredictable thing is relationship itself. It can be built in a day and it can also be destroyed within a minute - or much lesser if you say 'I think you deserve someone better'.)