"Don't judge a book by its cover". How true can this be! I was on the new bus 12 (yes, the perpetual stench of leather) heading back home, and yekking away with aulia and yongyi. amidst the laughter (i hope not bothering the rest of the passengers and causing negative externalities) something caught my attention. yes my full attention. It was the guy sitting in front of me, facing the side (coz i was on the very last row). He was fondling with his ipod and wiping his face with a small towel. Why he did that remains as a mystery. But the point is, he was HANDSOME. Handsome and good looking. And stylo. And everything else enough to keep my eyes locked at his face. Such a good looking guy, and it posed a question to me - why did i not notice him when he boarded the bus?
As i was still wondering on how unobservant i was, the reason why i never notice him struck me. He put on his glasses again. It was the sort-of-cliche-thick-rimmed glasses that are supposing in fashion now. But that appeared odd on his face, and he looked like some nerdy-square-dull kind of schoolboy one can find in excess in schools. So he had been around when we boarded the bus. Just because of the specs I dismissed him straight away as someone... ordinary and plain. I guess don't ever judge a book by its cover huh? Then again, having a nice and pretty face does not get you anywhere. He may be some kind of geek with a blessed appearance, that's all.
Thanks to our beloved comical fun neighbourhood GP tutor Mr Hsu, the promos panic finally sinks into our class. Though the study mode is already switched on, the atmosphere in our class is still the usual hippee funny and hahaha one. It was until mr hsu mentioned about the possible consequences of not performing up to expectiations in our one-and-only chance AKA promos, that the whole class felt the wave of panic cum insecurity. In everybody's mind was a warning - a gauge on the degree of seriousness of our current situation. And sure enough, many planted themselves in the library after school. Predictably, i'm one of them too.
Soccer was one of a kind today. When girls play it should be called "Screaming session". A very good pre-promos destress even though. Imagine a whole pack around a soccer ball, legs flying everywhere and screaming all the time. The guys nearby must be so amused to find that their beloved soccer game can be played this way. Some may even be impressed at the record-breaking frequency which constantly filled the air.
It has been days since i last saw him. A little sad, but not enough to get me drifted away from my notes. So what's the underlying reason for me not able to comprehend stereoisomerism?
