The Girl and I

Yes, lets get personal. Lets go deeper, not as if the whole world wants to know, but i want the whole world to know. This is my our story.

Its ironic how two people meet. Under no circumstances of choice did i come to my present institution. I had scored a low for my exams and had by far had no choice to go anywhere i liked. Yet there was this girl who scored decently well and chose to come to this given institution. The fate of one boy and another girl got entangled just like that. And through a game of rackets and balls, we met on the tennis courts.

I guess you could say we never said much to each other till late. It really got exciting when i saw her in the canteen as if a stranger for she looked very much different. Unfortunately, my fate was sealed when she was already seeing someone. Ya know then, i had my fair share of problems, my fair share of dates but somehow it all was just so enticing . Ya know how they say, God works in mysterious ways? Well, after our random training sessions, i realised i didnt bring an extra set of clothes to change into and i was wet, dirty and uncomfortable. I was pissed, angry and upset. Not for long though. I instantaneuosly decided to take a cab with my compatriot so to speak then(wenhao) and then i saw her, so i figured why not give her a lift? And so i did. Hey, a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do. Its just really coincidental and yet amazing how my mood somehow changed even in a state of being wet and clad in dirty clothes.

So we talked, she and i, and we were like peas and carrots. Na, im just kidding. I was pretty Cold towards her for the first time. I dont remember why, i do remember not daring to look her in the eye which is exactly why i never faced her. Since that ride, i really just took my chances to talk to her, to know her better. It was not long before i found out she wasn seeing anyone. I knew she was about to see someone soon. That guy had to be me. So things evolved and well, soon we became like peas and carrots. Our first conversation on the phone was again another work of God's "mysterious ways". She had lost our coachs demo racket and it racked up a conversation that led to much much more. i couldnt help but feel a tinge of happiness that she lost that racket although it was a lil ugly towards the end cause she had to pay a bomb for it.

You know how its like when you're driving and well sometimes you just happen to be at the crossroads? Well ya, i had my crossroads. To cut it short, tribulations and tribulations, tough times after tough times, an original triangle love problem quickly became solved. It was a rollercoaster but it really became very easy towards the end. Like, i wondered, " what the hell took me so long?" well anyway, we got together on december the 13th. We were in a library and i bought her this necklace that i had wanted to give to her as a present and of course pop that question. I put it in her favourite mnms pack. So she ate the mnms one after another and my heart raced faster and faster because somehow the necklace wasn showing itself and she din seem to notice it. theonly thing that kept her going was the mnms. My mind raced to a million places. " did i drop it?" did i drop it?" "why hasn she picked it?"

Anyway, she got it in the end and she agreed to the lamest proposals. Its ironic but i really thank such an entanglement. Providence i guess. That two strangers with opposite academic results ended up in the same poly , the same course, the same sport and soon as a couple. for the record, We're still happy as hell. Sorry no sappy sad endings to this one. So this is it but i aint done. This is the pivotal section. People, this is my girl.

Born on November the 5th , she really is sometimes the sweetest thing you can find. On days we're together, she digs my ears and does my nose . Sometimes she cuts my nails and helps me shave too. She has these eyes like those of a cat which i find really sensual. She has this smell as well that really draws me to her . But most importantly, she has strengths that compliment my flaws and a voice that touches.

She loves singing and she loves dancing which is unfortuante because elderly at the old folks home wouldn watch me dance even if it was for free and voluntary. But arh well, thats ok i mean it doesn take two to clap in this case eh? Shes amazingly untidy at times, and so unbelievably forgetful but she really does this thing that makes you forgive almost anything she does. Sometimes, its an expression, other times its really just that voice.

Every Sunday, she wakes up to come watch me play soccer with my amzingly nice friends in a pathetic yet darn fun self created soccer court. She loves ice cream, and she really loves chocolate. Her expression is priceless when you give her nuts. She really hates nuts. Cotton candy is another favourite , not forgetting tapioca chips.

We both love advertising and we;d go the whole day loving ads and hating U zap ads and much much more. But nonetheless, we'd remember every 13th. We really have so much alike but yet so much different. But thats e way it is. I mean, a variety always brings room for exploration and eventual greater closeness. Its a norm . In fact, its a prerequisite. SO hail, for this is my personal entry in inversed_sights which is never a norm but nonetheless, this is

My Girl and I

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