Best moments in life come unannounced and unexpected. That's what makes them the best.
OH MY GOSH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT I so should have linked my phone to the internet wireless...
PICTURE PERFECT KAWAII MOMENTS!!
Scenario 1:
Eating lunch at school, in the open, on a wood platform facing glass barricades with a walkway garden on the other side. And there is a small laboratary beaker, sitting there staring back at me. It wasn't dropped or anything. Looked deliberately placed, waiting for... waiting for goodness knows what.
Scenario 2:
On the way to the school gym for salsa lessons after lunch, and on one glass wall enclosing a basement campus garden, there are two humongous snails slowly making their way. The sunlight was really strong, so I could see the dark bands moving across the bodies as the snails moved. The larger of the two snails had a proportionately large and continuous strand of its own poo lying across half its bodice, one end still attached to its rear end from what I could tell, though from my side I couldn't get a good look.
PRICELESS!!!! More priceless than the huge grasshopper I once found nonchalently hanging upside down from my table lamp.
I'm so going to get that phone connection to wireless. Take photos with my phone and load it on my comp. I'm not going to miss another moment like that, but I can't possibly bring a camera round with me everyday, right?
End of blog (posted 1250 thereabouts), unless you really really liked my sappy entries before, which I doubt. I'm writing the remainder of my entry (posted around 1630 or so) purely for the sake of those who lurrrrrrve a good gossip.
*
Today was full of sweet surprises. That includes the two photo moments I mentioned above, but also what happened after. Namely, I'm talking about what happened in salsa class.
Recall that sweet, diao4 er2 lang2 dang1 fellow whom I was seriously smitten with? The first guy I that has ever aroused my jealousy? He's on the way to breaking my heart again, not because he means to or anything, but because he's unwittingly (I think) working his way back in again. Not that he ever really lost that place, but I was coming to terms with the loss of my place with him. And my guess is, by the end of next term, I'll have to do it all over again.
Well, enough of poetic sprouting; let me be plain: We're in the same salsa class this term, and today, there was more static in the air than usual when we were dancing partners.
Now that I can clear my head enough, I'm assuming that he's no longer afraid to display his full zeal while he's dancing with me. With salsa (or with him, under any usual circumstance), that means flirting. Big time.
And being the charismatic thorn in the side that he is, of course I get hooked. Again.
And after the class (I'm glad I thought I'd stay behind to try the hook turn), he took up my hand for a dance. As usual, tried a lot of moves that I didn't know how to respond to, and was more than happy teaching them to me.
And though we didn't get to dance together again after that (somebody else took the opportunity to take me up when he left me to rest so he could check out some other moves somebody else was performing), he seemed to be waiting to dance with me again; kept coming round, standing around, before getting restless and going to dance with somebody else (he later gave up, and went off).
To face reality, it's either I'm a better dancer than I think, a better follower than I realise, or else he's just trying to repair the friendship bond. But you know emotions. They get the better of you.
Anyways, after he left, I found an opportunity to make a quick escape, and like the silly little girl that I'm usually not (well, more evidently than usual anyway), I collect my stuff and leave the gym without bothering to tie my hair, hastening (refusing to run out of pure pride) in the direction he was going, and practically chased him into a convenience store (thank goodness it was on the way to the library, or I'd have no excuse), where I tried very hard to just buy a drink and some mints and not bother him.
But it wasn't exactly a supermarket. Of course he saw me. Better still, he beckoned me over to him (so I was cutting queue hehe... bad me) and we shared another laugh poking fun at each other.
One thing that I feel almost guilty about (bad 2p... BAD 2p...) is that even though he was having a stomachache during class, and I did tell him he shouldn't be around in that case, I was secretly happy whenever he refused to walk out of class, and stayed. I was worried though; it wouldn't have put me in any bad mood if he had chosen to leave.
... You see? Looks like I'm going to break my heart again... *
PICTURE PERFECT KAWAII MOMENTS!!
Scenario 1:
Eating lunch at school, in the open, on a wood platform facing glass barricades with a walkway garden on the other side. And there is a small laboratary beaker, sitting there staring back at me. It wasn't dropped or anything. Looked deliberately placed, waiting for... waiting for goodness knows what.
Scenario 2:
On the way to the school gym for salsa lessons after lunch, and on one glass wall enclosing a basement campus garden, there are two humongous snails slowly making their way. The sunlight was really strong, so I could see the dark bands moving across the bodies as the snails moved. The larger of the two snails had a proportionately large and continuous strand of its own poo lying across half its bodice, one end still attached to its rear end from what I could tell, though from my side I couldn't get a good look.
PRICELESS!!!! More priceless than the huge grasshopper I once found nonchalently hanging upside down from my table lamp.
I'm so going to get that phone connection to wireless. Take photos with my phone and load it on my comp. I'm not going to miss another moment like that, but I can't possibly bring a camera round with me everyday, right?
End of blog (posted 1250 thereabouts), unless you really really liked my sappy entries before, which I doubt. I'm writing the remainder of my entry (posted around 1630 or so) purely for the sake of those who lurrrrrrve a good gossip.
*
Today was full of sweet surprises. That includes the two photo moments I mentioned above, but also what happened after. Namely, I'm talking about what happened in salsa class.
Recall that sweet, diao4 er2 lang2 dang1 fellow whom I was seriously smitten with? The first guy I that has ever aroused my jealousy? He's on the way to breaking my heart again, not because he means to or anything, but because he's unwittingly (I think) working his way back in again. Not that he ever really lost that place, but I was coming to terms with the loss of my place with him. And my guess is, by the end of next term, I'll have to do it all over again.
Well, enough of poetic sprouting; let me be plain: We're in the same salsa class this term, and today, there was more static in the air than usual when we were dancing partners.
Now that I can clear my head enough, I'm assuming that he's no longer afraid to display his full zeal while he's dancing with me. With salsa (or with him, under any usual circumstance), that means flirting. Big time.
And being the charismatic thorn in the side that he is, of course I get hooked. Again.
And after the class (I'm glad I thought I'd stay behind to try the hook turn), he took up my hand for a dance. As usual, tried a lot of moves that I didn't know how to respond to, and was more than happy teaching them to me.
And though we didn't get to dance together again after that (somebody else took the opportunity to take me up when he left me to rest so he could check out some other moves somebody else was performing), he seemed to be waiting to dance with me again; kept coming round, standing around, before getting restless and going to dance with somebody else (he later gave up, and went off).
To face reality, it's either I'm a better dancer than I think, a better follower than I realise, or else he's just trying to repair the friendship bond. But you know emotions. They get the better of you.
Anyways, after he left, I found an opportunity to make a quick escape, and like the silly little girl that I'm usually not (well, more evidently than usual anyway), I collect my stuff and leave the gym without bothering to tie my hair, hastening (refusing to run out of pure pride) in the direction he was going, and practically chased him into a convenience store (thank goodness it was on the way to the library, or I'd have no excuse), where I tried very hard to just buy a drink and some mints and not bother him.
But it wasn't exactly a supermarket. Of course he saw me. Better still, he beckoned me over to him (so I was cutting queue hehe... bad me) and we shared another laugh poking fun at each other.
One thing that I feel almost guilty about (bad 2p... BAD 2p...) is that even though he was having a stomachache during class, and I did tell him he shouldn't be around in that case, I was secretly happy whenever he refused to walk out of class, and stayed. I was worried though; it wouldn't have put me in any bad mood if he had chosen to leave.
... You see? Looks like I'm going to break my heart again... *
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