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G forces.

I'm not talking about the forces of physics here though I won't deny the 'high' feelings that I experience upon 'contact' with Gs. Don't attempt to read on if you don't understand. Its just a personal note for myself anyway. :)


Recently, there are a handful of Gs that cross my life and it somewhat set off ripples of emotions. Somehow, new ones keep coming up and replacing and it throws me into confusion. Not that I have a clear chance but then again, looking at them is enough to make my day.

Like today, there was this particular G which was alone and wow...The look of innocence just melts me. The rosy red cheeks. Simply... I'm lost for words. And M told me that we had already seen her since Year 1 but hell, I can't remember. But what I know is that my attention is surely grabbed by this one. And the number 5 is being given.

Another G is from P class. I can still remember the sheepish smile thrown to me last week. Whoo...so much for Psychology. This is definitely a vivid memory. No retrieval cue required.

And before P lecture, saw 15. As usual, I pretend not to see her though I think she saw me. I simply walked pass without looking. I always payback what's given to me. Ignorance with ignorance. And I that's just where my strength lies. Ignorance. And hell, who was that bloody kuku who shouted my name and say I sucks??!!! Being in Business school when that happened was already bad enough. The crowd that was there at the concourse plus 15 being close-by??? What the heck??? LOL... Thanks to whoever that guy is now people know my name la huh...


I wish to see 5 again! RAH!!!!

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