Best before

Like most Wednesdays, one can expect 'the expired look' on my face the minute i walk through my apartment's entrance door. Sweaty, exhausted and way past the expiry date largely due to the fact that i had to endure a long day at uni, commencing at 0800 hours with the start of a hearty breakfast meal, followed by the routine march to the bus stop and hence, the uni's library to equip my hollow head with the essential whatnots for the upcoming two-hour tutorial as well as another two one-hour-and-fifty-minutes lecture, which altogether sums up to a grand total of three hour and forty minutes of long blahs and yadas. Yeah, poor me. Pfft.

So anyway, this mid-week was unlike the ordinary mid-weeks i have had. It was special.

I was thinking about a certain friend of mine. He has not been acknowledging my existence for quite a while now. Come to think of it, for a very long while. In fact, a typical lady would have encountered her second menstural period by now. So back to my story...

OK hold the phone. I'm watching the athens 2004 power walk as we speak and damn that russian has got a cute butt. All that swaying and grooving... Perhaps i ought to take up the sport too. Mine's nowhere near perfection and is currently approaching the triple XL syndrome.

So now, back to my story [really], i was thinking about how much he knows me that well and how much i appreciate having him in my life. Well... at least he was once anyway. i don't even think he remembers my name. You know, all the good times we shared and how i wish i can go through those moments again coz it has been a while since i had a best friend after Ms.C. [not that he replaced her as a fren is irreplacable & unique in their own special way] And i kinda thought that he was the male version of her. But now, after all is said and done, i can't believe i have to go through the same phase again. It's like a routine sudah. So sh!t. But what the hell. If i don't mean that much/little to someone anymore, i believe there's nothing much i can do about it. I can't force him to like me anymore. I can't go to his face and say,

"OI CHIBAI. LIKE ME WAH. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU KAN? YOU BETTER LIKE ME AH OR ELSE I WON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE."

Ya exactly. What the fcuk right?

Then amidst all those ponderings and further musings, i looked up from where i was walking and my eyes met with those of a stranger. No, she did not have the most beautiful eyes in the world. In fact, mine's better. Seriously. But there was something about them. They were warm and friendly and had those nice wrinkly smile lines near her eye sockets which deepened the minute she smiled at me.

I smiled back. And it was a wonderful feeling.

For a minute i thought i was having an orgasm and was afraid for the next minute that i might be gay.

Well sorry to dissapoint you on that suspense bit there but it then turns out that i was thinking about how can someone whom i have no connection at all be ever so kind to me? In contrast to that, how can someone whom i thought would know me inside out and vice versa, not care to utter a simple two-lettered "hi" to me?

Strange that.

So i guess the moral of the story is to realise that life has its ups and downs [duh] and every individual ought to enjoy the presence of their loved ones before their best-before date. Obviously i've gone off.