Chapter
4
It has been three months since we knew each other, virtually. We
have exchanged MSN contacts and occasionally chatted at night when
she logged on I am always online anyway. The bizarre thing was
that after that time, we have not met each other in the lift
coincidentally. Not even once. It seemed that fate tactically brush
us separately; either I went back home before she did or vice vista
but never the same time. We could talk about most things online,
but seriously speaking; I doubt it could be the same in reality. I
always imagine seeing myself simultaneously with her in the same
lift, but, completely dumbfounded.
That would look so stupid on me.
Hey, you there?
Upon seeing her message, almost immediately, my fingers dashed
through the keyboard in such amazing speed.
Ya?
My mum told me that you failed your finance paper last
term.
My mum again! I wouldnt be surprised if Snowy knew when I stopped
drinking from my milk bottle, what size of shirt I wore or even my
PSLE results. Suddenly, I felt my privacy being invaded as though
my personal life is being reported to people outside this house.
Kaoz.
You know
women always gossip
keke...
Yes and there are three women in total. You know what they always
say: twos a company, threes a crowd? Too much information
spreading across causal conversation would results in embarrassment
to the party you people are talking about.
You mean you? LOL!
Right. Namely, its me. Anyway, I have little interest in finance
and I would probably offer all my finance notes to the paper
shedder after this semester. To top it up, my tutor sucked big
time. Ok, maybe not him personally; its his teaching method. I
cant seem to absorb all those figures, theories and stuff; I am
the marketing sort of guys.
Hahaha! Really?
I guess so
resigning to fate. I dont want to fail my
supplementary paper or I risk retaining one year. Tomorrow, I would
burn some joss sticks and pray for some miracle to happen. If that
final resort doesnt work, I am so screwed.
Hahaha, you are so cute
I could teach you if you want.
I beg your pardon? Teach me? You and me? Two people? Futari? Liang Ge Ren?
=P
Is this one example of girls playing the favourite passive guessing
game? I mean, what is =P suppose to mean? A yes or a no? And
whats with that tongue? An expression of something cheeky? Is
Snowy some kind of psychopath, as we meet up, she would murder me,
cook my kidneys and consume them?
Haha
Siao
Cloud, you think too much
Sigh. The other time someone tried to teach me, ended up, he was
stuck with temporal derangement and intense agony from tutoring
me.
Its ok
I have lots of patience. =) Anyway, I gtg liao
well
meet at the Payah Lebar Starbucks tomorrow at 7.30 ok?
There was hesitation and my fingers froze.
Alright
my fingers relented, will message you again
(To be continued...)
