Fool Again

I was playing badminton this morning at the Nanyang Polytechnic (NYP) sports hall with Yao Guang and Anthony. At 10 am a group comes in and uses court 7 that we had booked a day in advance. At that time we were using another vacant court and unperturbed by their presence. But thats not the story(going off tangent there)...I'm really embarrased to say this but I saw someone attractive in that group and later Anthony managed to persuade her to play doubles with us. I was paired up with her so I was quite happy that my orchestrated, premediated plan had progressed smoothly.(sorry Anthony I had to make use of you...haha.) You had to be there to see what a wreck I was. My body was stiff and I was so nervous. I'm 21 and this is so cliche*...I've been there and done that but I'm still the same twit from my befuddling teenager years. During the match I whacked my finger with MY racket.That never happened before(referring to the whacked finger agenda)...could have talked to her but my words were slurred and barely audible. Arrgh! I'm such a kluzty flirt. At least I managed to find out that her name is Michelle.(Her friends urged her to go for lunch and I heard them call her name)I have such a bad history of infatuations. Fortunately she's a stranger and I won't get to see her again...


The look of love
Is in your eyes
The look your smile can’t disguise
The look of love
Is saying so much more
Than just words could ever say
And what my heart has heard
Well it takes my breath away

-Dusty Springfield 1967

To be continued?