It was a night to remember. Certainly, it was.

I had a date an outing with “her“, to be precise, a movie on Thursday night, 5 hours after my second paper of the day. I was awaked for the past 36 hours and 2 papers on a single day; I was totally exhausted and tired. Yet, I was excited with the outing with “her“.

I reached “her” house 10 minutes before 8 o’clock. “She” opened the door and it was great to see “her” again. “She” was wearing a white blouse, long jeans and holding a jacket. “Her” white blouse was a little tight, showing off “her” slim and sexy figure (Albeit “she” has gained some fats at “her“waist. –blek-) that all the guys would have wished their girl friends would have it. Seeing I was wearing short pants, “she” went inside again to change into hot pants, baring “her” long, smooth and sexy legs up till “her” thighs. –nose bled- “She” is just the fantasy girl that every guy will dream of.

I took the less bumpy and new road as we headed for Mahkota Parade as “she” complained to me before that when “her” period is around, “her” breasts get a little painful as they bounces each time the car moves over a bumpy road, my car’s suspensions are not that good. We chatted along the way and as usual, awkward and silence moment did occur for the N-th time, as the journey was slightly longer than usual. I was squeezing my brain to find something to talk to “her“. I guessed “she” should have got used to it by now.

I collected our tickets 40 minutes earlier and we were walking around aimlessly. We stood near the bowling center, overlooking the ground floor’s stage. Standing an arm’s length apart, I could see “her” pale and blood-less face. “She” was downed with cough, sore throat, flu and mild fever for the past 1 week. I looked into “her” not so beautiful eyes, as pale as it could be, I felt that little sympathy as “she” coughed away.

“Lets go over there.” “She” said as “she” pointed the outlet. We walked towards the shop, trying to walk as slow as possible, but still, I was still ahead of “her” by 2 to 3 footsteps. If only I could hold “her” hands or arms, I did walk at least 3 steps slower than my usual speed. Perhaps I shall ask “her” whether “she” minds if I hold “her” by “her” arms if only two of us are going out again. (May I?)

We loitered around the outlet for about 20 minutes before we went inside the cinema. “She” sat on my left hand side. For no specific reason, I prefer someone to sit on my right hand side though. Perhaps it is because I am a right handed? I looked at “her” and said,

“我们好像是第一次两个人一起看戏?” (“Its our first movie together, if not mistaken.”)
“哦~!是啊? 哈哈!” (Oh, is it? Ha!)
“上一次, ‘Polar Express’ 看不成嘛!” (“We did not watch ‘Polar Express’ last time.”)
“是哦!” (“Ya ‘hor’!”)

The movie started as “she” coughed most of the time. I would take a glimpse each time “she” coughed, afraid that “she” might cough out blood. Kidding. “She” was covering “her” nose with the jacket, acting as a filter to the air that “she” was breathing as “she” coughed. I looked at “her“, as “her” eyes were glued on the giant screen. I was contemplated to held “her” hands and ask “her” if “she” was cold and feeling all right, but I did not. I preferred to stare at the screen instead.

As the movie ended, I told “her” that I have watched the same movie on Monday already. “She” glared at me, as I lied to “her” that I watched “Flight Plan” the other day. As “she” was not feeling quite well and was not in the mood of having supper, we headed back home. Upon reaching “her” house, it was raining heavily.

I stopped right in front of “her” house and we chatted for another hour in the car. Laying my head on the dashboard as we chatted, I could not help myself but kept staring at “her” face. “Beautiful, simply beautiful.” I said to myself inside my heart, as “she” giggled with the jokes and topics we chatted. (Still, “her” smile is not as sweet as Jinlan’s. –blek-)

As we chatted away, I could feel that “she” has changed. “She” was not the same “her” that I met and used to socialize with 3 months ago. “She” is slightly different and I can feel that with my heart. “She” talks, “she” smiles, “she” laughs, “she” appreciates, “she” gives, “she” cares, and “she” shares… All these minor changes, just makes “her” even sweeter than when I just got to know “her” when I entered MMU. I can feel that little love flowing out from “her“, a love from a friend, to a friend and for a friend.

I looked at my phone and it was 1.48AM. How I wished that time would have stopped there, even for a mere 1 second. I enjoyed every single second being with “her“. “She” opened the car door and walked towards “her” house, bidding farewell to me. If only I could just stretch my arms and gently pull “her” over the moment before “she” stepped down, I would have hugged “her” tightly as I whispered “Thank You” and “I Love You” into “her” ears for all the things and effort “she” has given and done, and also for the wonderful night.

It was a night to remember. Certainly, it was.

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