Hello, Stranger

On the way to campus for my Political Science lecture this morning, I fell asleep almost immediately as I sat down. I was pretty much dead save for the phone call my mum gave me asking if I knew her customer’s son who is also in NUS (okay mum, the school as a gazillion people, and I don’t even know people in my year). I had to study for the mid-term test but I insisted on catching up with my rest so I can finish the film and history essay due tomorrow noon. So yeah, I dozed off for the entire hour ride from Pasir Ris to Clementi.

When I woke up, I was at Dover, a stop away from Clementi. In a naturally Sham manner, I looked around, stole a glance at my reflection in the window, then took out my wallet from my bag.

Then it struck me – there was a piece of paper on my bag – a small one. I picked it up and intended to throw it away when I see a dustbin. Being curious, I opened the paper and to my surprise, there was a name and a telephone number.

Yes, someone gave me their number while I was sleeping. Haha – While You Were Sleeping – geddit?

Anyways, the paper is still lying somewhere in my wallet and I have yet to do anything about it. Maybe I’ll throw it away sooner or later, maybe I’ll give that guy a call.

But whatever it is, I don’t like not knowing how he looked like. Gives me the creep.

So if you were the guy who passed me your number, hello. Next time, wake me up so I can see your face before leaving me your number.

Wait -

Are you even a guy?

It’s the time of the month…

That I begin to emo myself up. I recently caught up with an old friend and I have been wondering if things can ever happen between us. It’s just something I do – thinking long term. Like buying the Topshop dress on sale will benefit me in the long run because the rate of savings is relatively high as compared to the usual price. Okay for a moment I talked Econs after 9 months of refusing to read any articles about the economy.

Back to my point.

I’ve been hanging out with too many girls for a tad too long. I need some guy friends to freshen my life and bring back the rocker chic in me. Seriously, I miss moshing and Baybeats (although it got too minah for me) back then. I have not been socialising except for a few interviews and film screenings. Then again, that life was nice while it lasted.

On a serious note, though, I really miss one things – butterflies flutterring everywhere in my body when I hear a name.

Now everybody go ‘awwwwww…’

It would be nice to get that feeling when you’re over someone, not when you’re trying to get over someone. Now that I’m over whatever or whoever that I must get over, it’ll be great to find a new muse because I realised relationships are not for me. I’m a commitment-phoebe. I don’t like to report stat (or whatever the term my girlfriends like to use when their boys call or message asking their whereabouts) and I certainly don’t like to the idea of making out (because guys who want to befriend me seem to think I like that).

So basically, I’m into open relationships. Ha ha ha. Just kidding. I don’t even know what it means, seriously. I don’t even know what is a relationship. Facebook has this relationship status ‘in a relationship with’ and ‘open relationship’ – what do they mean, really?

An open relationship is a relationship (often between two people) in which the participants are free to have sexual intercourse with other partners. If the couple making this agreement are married, it is an open marriage.

- Wikipedia

How screwed up can the definition get? “Often between two people”?

An intimate relationship is a particularly close interpersonal relationship. It is a relationship in which the participants know or trust one another very well or are confidants of one another, or a relationship in which there is physical or emotional intimacy.

- Wikipedia

Oh I didn’t know there has to be a physical intimacy.

If you’re thinking of getting into a relationship, think twice. Especially if you’re religion spells W-I-K-I-P-E-D-I-A.

NB: A muse is someone of the opposite gender who makes you smile, happy and think properly; go for events or activities with you. He or she is not your boyfriend or girlfriend.