Superhero and I played a little bit of hooky the other day to go look for Xmas presents. We hauled ass down to the carpark with our notebooks in tow.
Anybody who had met us would have been convinced that we were going to pitch a serious deal to a big client, the way our brows furrowed in faux concentration (or in Superhero's case, his classic blank 'I don't see you get out of my way' look) as we strode purposefully to Superhero's ride.
I must admit I came very close to chickening out, because the last time I ever played serious hooky was from school. And even then, I made sure I'd already finished all the day's homework and fulfilled my daily librarian duties before sneaking out of the school gates during the morning recess.
Once we reached Pavilion, we were getting out of the car when I thought of something and chirped -
"I think we should take our notebooks down..."
"No point bringing the notebooks right, if anyone sees us in friggin Tangs, we're busted already lah!!!"
Hmm. Point yang munasabah.
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Things are feeling very precipice-y at the moment. My paranoia, which knows no bounds, is working overtime lately with me trying to ensure nothing goes wrong. Not at this crucial juncture.
To the point where, we were driving along a road, and I noticed a cat starting to cross the road. A black cat. It was still on the opposite side of the road, but it was nearing our trajectory.
I yelled at the boyfriend who was behind the wheel, "Go!! Go!!! Go!!!! Faster!! Don't let the cat cross!!"
We whizzed past a frozen black cat who practically turned to stone when it saw the car that was hurtling towards it. In the event pet lovers start plotting for my death and downfall, the car did not hit the cat. At all. Probably just missed it by a whisker or two.
*grin*
Feliz Navidad, pussy.
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