it was a dark and stormy night...

And so we started writing poems again.
We're doing a Christmas edition, by rhyming our poems to some of the famous Christmas tunes.
And really, we rock at this.
I'm working with Lyd for the next 2 months.
When there are no events, I have to be at the store to help clean up.
And so far, there hasn't been any events.
So we've just been sitting around the store on our own.
We haven't run out of topics yet, between HIMYM jokes and perving at male models online.
There are times though, when I'm in a contemplative mood and do not feel like speaking.
Some people might actually find that hard to believe.

Today, we went to Gardens for lunch (if only for the air-cond), and we decided to give the food court a try.
Our first, and last.
BAD.
MISTAKE.
Bumped into a person I (honestly) never expected to see again (I mean, how hard is it to avoid a person here right? That, and we do not run with the same crowd.)
Lyd escaped the moment we saw her, I was not as lucky.
It was weird when she said "Things are okay already right?"
How do I say no, they're not? And they will never be?
I escaped after empty promises of "meeting up soon".

Sometimes, I hate when I bump into old high school acquaintances.
They remind me of things I want to forget.