~Introductory Encounters~

When faced with a situation whereby you're interested to befriend this lady, how would you go around it? Would it be like in the movies, where the conversation goes like:

'Hey, can I get you a drink? You're really cute and I really want work something out.'

Or would it be the 'authentic' Singaporean flavoured:

'Chio eh, ho seh bo? Ai gia steady my?'

And how would you reply to this lady if she questions in return :

'Why do you want to know me?'

'Er...er...'

A thousand excuses start churning out from that slow-processing mind of mine, 'Reasons' like:

1. Wanting to widen my circle of friends
2. Had a feeling of being able to click even though there wasn't even a conversation before
3. Feel that she is one of the very few that I can relate to

Everything starts cramping up the head, everything but the truth. So when I tell her I just want to widen my circles, she starts bombarding me with questions like:

1. Why me? Am I the only lady around?
2. Don't you find that too lame a reason?

Now I am Stumped. Okay now, should I tell her the truth? That I really find her cute, witty and loves the way she carries herself? I can't be blamed for being a Capricorn and Aquarius stuck in between, having the tendency of falling in love at first sight, right? Truth is, I am but a timid Asian boy...

Recently, I was invited to a birthday bash. It was the 21st birthday of my colleague's and I had no excuse not to go. It was the standard norm of parties, sitting around, enjoying the company of friends, music, booze and the laid-back ambience of a fine Saturday night.

And just like the movies, she makes a grand entrance, looking out of place, just like a lady don up in her evening gown, paired up with styled hair and exquisite assessories making an appearance at the local coffee shop down a HDB block. She was like the Queen of the masses. I was blown away...

Darn she's so fine~looking~!@ As I caught sight of her walking in, the image starts to slow down. From the turning of heads, to me looking at her being escorted into the party by her friends. With smiles and laughter surrounding the group, she was ushered up the stairs, with my head moving in sync with her every ascend of the steps. I was so engrossed I swore I almost fell off the chair.

After which, the queen came down in peasant-clothing and joined the party of booze and conversations. It's a little draggy here, so I'll keep it real short.

We played games. In a group. Big Fish, Small Fish. Got her drunk. She vomitted. Assisted her in doing so. Felt bad. Off she went to bed. Came down again. To vomit. Assisted her. Again. Off she went to bed. Never came down. Lay on the mattress. Staring at the window. The window of the top room.Wondering how is she doing. Told myself it was an infatuation. Tried to sleep it off. Woke up. Cleared up the mess. Woke the guys up. Went up the room. Wanted to wake the guys up. Caught sight of her. Sleeping soundly.Like a child. Smiles and gazes upon.Fell into the depths of love.Snaps out of it. Wakes them up. Twice. Went down. And off. To home. To sleep....

When I woke up, I realised that she has not once left my mind. Amazing, considering I have only met her once. Self-hurled verbal abuses towards the walls of my room began when I realised I had not been able to obtain her contact. A stint of melancholia got to me, having various hits and misses of my entire 22 yrs on Earth revolving in my already twirling mind.

That stint lasted me about 15 minutes, before the image of her sleeping soundly like a harmless kid materialised in my head...a silly grin then hung occasionally throughout the evening...