let lemons be angry

It's easy to surprise a blur girl. As for me, i've always known when the surprise is coming. I blame it on my finely attuned spy and speculation skills.

The other day i went a-visiting at smu and i came out of the lift and lo and behold who did i see? Cat Boy! Remember Cat Boy? He was my junior in jc, a total stranger, and i waited for him to appear in the canteen to scold him and tell him to promise to put the kittens back. I followed him around the whole day nagging at him without any shame (and my, i must have been really free to do that) He deserved the scolding for trying to feed the kittens water by putting them in a pail of water (so brilliant, these rafflesians). But the next day I felt embarrassed by my unladylike ba-zha-ness and haven't dared to bump into him since.

He still has peculiar wings of hair that flap up and backward from both sides of his forehead. Like Lucien or Cain in the Sandman. He was studying in a very uninspiring and narrow corridor. Not very well-lit either, more like a waiting area before an oral examination than a study spot. I had to walk past him twice and i don't know if he saw me, and even if he did i doubt he'd recognize me. I look quite vastly different from those drab jc days.

But oh how jc was fun. I would never have the guts to nag into a total stranger's face for hours these days. But you never know. My sense of justice brings out the tyrannical two-year-old me that hibernates.