the very first time i saw her, was at popular bookstore at thomson plaza three years ago. she was clad in her cjc uniform with uber short skirt. i was with my ex girlfriend then, and we said " fwah fucking cute, that andro. why so pretty ! " it was just a glance through and then later, both of us returned to the laundryshop. ( we were tending this mini laundryshop then.) in the laundryshop, i said " ehh you stay here k. i am going back popular to see that cjc girl. see one more time only short while. " "okay, quick ah ! see only ah ! ", said the very bored ex girlfriend.

and the second time. it was at SOS, that hotspot for o levels victims. and then at the center of the jampacked dancefloor, i saw "that cjc girl " again. she had a total different hairstyle from the first time i saw her. but she was still hot in her white tanktop. not forgetting her tattoo on her neck. and there she was, grinding this group of other girls. really, i would just want to drag her out of the group to a secluded corner because i know i'd not settle for just an eyefeast.

my third encounter with her was mid january this year. i was queuing alone for a snapple order at gardens coffeebean. she was seated at the table just next to the queue. the queue was indeed long. 10 minutes wait for a bottle of snapple was ridiculous. ironically, the impatient me didn't frown nor stare at the barista. but it didn't seemed that long really. all I did was to look over my left shoulder, again and again, worshipping every inch of her skin. she had a bike helmet on her lap. and her tee shirt read " Womaniser " .

7 months later, we're communicating. you, that cjc girl, i always call(though you've graduated for 10 years already), cindy chua, i say you are on my to-do-list this week. you gave me a hell lot of anticipation. all that checking every 10 mins for your messages had been driving me crazy( i call it texpectation ). thank you for them sweet 9 words you left me. you left me wide awake staring in the ceiling and wondering silly too. and i really hate/love you for that. let's drive in dum deee do land with my love passport in hand; i bet it really is as pretty as you are.

p.s : i wouldn't mind riding on your antique horse too.

xoxo,
your secret lover