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yesterday was a good day
while other eighteen year old suckers were collecting their SPM results, this girl woke up later than usual cause there we no classes yesterday, and then hopped on a train to Pavillion to spend the day with Muizz, it's been so long since we've hung out

apparently it had to be even longer, because SOMEONE took ages driving there, giving me an extra hour and a half to wait at Pavillion.

me?
i have to wait?
in a mall?

*shrugs* "sure, no problem at all." *wicked smile

the next one and a half hours were dedicated to finding the perfect top that had to only match one strict criteria- it could not be black, i suddenly realized i wear entirely too much black.

i found it, i felt like had struck gold, or oil, or a million dollars

well, this top makes me feel like a million dollars, anyway, it's teal, with the coolest little lace details and little buttons down the front.

i bought it, it's entirely too expensive, really, but i have no self-control when it comes to shopping, and besides, muizz wasn't there to stop me.

And by the time he got there, we were both starving, so the first thing on our agenda was lunch at PepperLunch. (that's the crazy japanese place where you pay entirely too much to cook your own steak) Seriously, all you get is the meat on a hotplate, turning it over and adding soy sauce and pepper and sweet sauce and salt is all up to you.

Muizz and i have never cooked in our lives, and besides, how much pepper do you add? how much sauce? can i not use the butter? how will i know when it's cooked?
My mom always told me, my grandmother learned to cook purely by instinct. She'd just add and throw things in randomly, and it would always somehow turn out amazing.
I decided to do the same, and guess what? it was pretty good, actually!

Halfway through lunch, i got a message from Timothy asking if i could meet up for dinner at KLCC, a place i have been hinting about to him for a while now. And I was pretty suprised at how spontaneous he was, and pleased at the same time, he's been so busy lately we hardly ever get to spend any time alone.

after that we walked around the mall while muizz gawked at annoyingly pretty girls and saved me from escalator that looked like they're going down but are going up. (he's been saving me from them since i was 15)

we watched a movie that, for his sake, i shall not disclose here, he refuses to admit we did it, even though i assured him that since we did it on a dare, no one can laugh at him for it *coughJONASBROTHERScough*

we looked at each other in 3d glasses and burst out laughing.

towards the end, we were both softly singing along, everytime one of us caught the other doing it, we'd shut up immediately.

after that, we walked around some more, i saw the most beautiful Dorothy Perkins top, Muizz didn't let me buy it. *glares* all i can say is thank God he wasn't around when i bought the other one, earlier. After helping him pick out the cooler breads, yes i know more about bakeries than YOU, Muizz, i don't just pick any old bun. It has to be SPECIAL.

Muizz descended to the depths of the basement parking to find his car, I on the other hand, ran in the opposite direction to get to KLCC.

instead of just WALKING THERE like any normal thinking human being would, I took the much longer way, NOT knowing i was so close to KLCC, resulting in me being embarrasingly late, and poor Timothy waiting for me there for close to an hour.

I'm lucky he was so nice about it, he just hugged me and smiled at me, not a single reproach about being so late. We had dinner, where i discovered this place with really, quite delicious fish. All throughout dinner I kept excitedly babbling to him about the day's events and adventures when what I really wanted to tell him was "i love you, for thinking of meeting up tonight, and i missed this so much."

After dinner we walked down to the KLCC park, it's one of those places that are my favourite things about KL. There is something quite enchanting about sitting on a park bench in the dark, watching the glittering lights of the twin towers in front of us, in each others arms, holding hands and listening to the distant sounds of the city traffic, our steady breathing and the occasional softly spoken exchange of thoughts.

I love that we don't always have to fill our silences with words all the time, sometimes our thoughts take over and there's no need to talk, but we're communicating on another level anyway.

After I got home, I snuggled up under my favourite blanket and went through the music on my laptop, downloading and deleting and making playlists in meticulously detailed listening order. Then I read some of my favourite parts of White Oleander until my system demanded some sleep. Falling asleep with that happy, content feeling is something i'm getting used to now.

buta-buta pagi tadi, around 6 am, i stumbled sleepily around my room, packing for college.
and then i saw it

an evil, scary looking cockroach scurrying into my room.

i let out a piercing shriek and hop to safety on my little sister's bed, jumping up and down (her mattress is really springy) screaming "THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE ROOM, OH MY GOD"

my little sister wandered into the room, saw it, and calmly beat it to death with newspaper.

RIP cockroach.

i felt braver then, and i walked up to where it was and smirked triumphantly, "look who's crying NOW?" and stuck out my tongue, like a six year old.

It suddenly, without warning, came back to life and crawled, too fast for an animal that's supposed to be dying, in the direction of my foot. THE COCKROACH LIVES!!!!

I screamed some more and jumped on my sister's bed again.

and it's written on your face(book)

maybe
(i just think)
you should start acting your age,
and not like an angst-ridden 13 year old.

love,
sherene.

yes, it's the kiss story, guys.

since everyone's been asking me about this, and wanting to know how it happened, here you go, readers (finally), i can't imagine not blogging about something so important...


This is a cliche, she thought, rolling her eyes. She sneaked another glance at him; he seemed immersed in the movie, his eyes were fixed on the screen in front of them.
She'd lost track of the storyline, approximately fifteen minutes into the movie.

Maybe this is exactly what it appears to be, the thought sneaked into her already frantically racing mind, Just friends, hanging out, catching a movie together. Like, you know, friends. Now cut that out, stop imagining it's something it's not.

She thought about all the times they had talked in class, how his comebacks to her own sarcastic comments were disarmingly quick and intelligent and funny. Of him tugging on the carrier handle of her backpack when they walked, like a link between just the both of them, even when they were in a big group. How when they were with friends, and he cracked a joke, he always seemed to be looking right at her. How she watched him play with that Siamese cat in the petshop, and realized she'd liked him, then.

Despite the fact she was already so distracted from the movie, he was still watching intently.

But he had his arm around her, and was that her imagination, or was he holding her a little tighter? She tucked her head into the curve of his neck, waiting, tensed, for the slightest movement from him, a giveaway. He didn't move, not a bit. He caught her glance and smiled. She smiled back and looked away.

Her heartbeat always picked up a bit when he smiled like that at her, now it felt like she'd run a race.

Focus on the movie. It'll be so embarrassing if he asks you about it later and you won't know what to say. Focus. Look at the screen. Watch. Stop staring at him, he's going to notice.

But you like him. He likes you. The thought surfaced, bobbing quite happily on her puddle of insecurities. She snuggled closer to him, he held her closer when he felt her shiver, it was freezing in the cinema. She didn't regret forgetting her sweater.

Wait. What was that? She felt the slightest brush against her hair, what felt like the faintest kiss on the top of her head. She gathered up what was left of her nerve and looked up at him, but he was already looking at her.

And before her mind could register it, or decide on the next thing to do, he leaned in and he kissed her.

And for the next few seconds, they forgot about the movie, the fact that they were surrounded by friends, the absolute cliche-ness of the situation, the only thing that they could think of was the familiar, delightful closeness they were feeling, and the giddy, triumphant sensation that always comes with a first kiss.

He smiled at her again. Her heart was already racing.

don't we all?

She leans in, reeking of the smugness that comes with knowing she's right. Her bone thin, seemingly delicate fingers are a death grip on the other girl. She smiles, almost affectionately. but her then her eyes turn hard with criticism, with disgust. She whispers in her ear. "I win."

The girl stirs, struggles weakly for a moment, and then stares quietly at the fine, pale fingers that hold her, slender and yet so unbelievably strong, and feels the strangest sense of envy, just a tinge. She stops struggling now.