Dot Dot Dot

I am sure at certain points in our lives, the world just keeps getting smaller.

dotdot was a nick used by this little girl, who dates my salesman for a while. And then I realise this little girl, was a cousin sister of my cousin brother. This happened in 2001, when I was shocked out of my bones, finding her in my cousin brother's bedroom. Alone.

I asked my my cousin brother, "What is she doing here?"

And she asked her cousin brother, who is my cousin brother, "What is she doing here?"

And when I saw her again and again at Emporium, I gave up going there. The World Is Not Enough.

The story today is, about a tall leggy short-haired bitch. The kind that every guy likes and couldn't forget. Yeah, probably also the one who looked like she have very interesting weekends.
And the kind every girl hates.

I was dodging her the minute Yoga classes ended. I walked into her when she went for her lunch and I walked into her when I went for my lunch.

Gina said, "It's all in the mind". It's not the first time I've heard those words. My dather thinks headache is all in the mind. And Gina psychoed herself to getting a parking. On Saturday when we had our dry pan mien. Coincidence.

I may be getting riled up about her, but I certainly wasn't thinking of walking into her 3 times today.

It goes to prove what the mind thinks, it attracts. Okay, time to bring out my Normal Vincent Peale and my Anthony Robbins CDs. But hey, I have grown pass my discman. And I have no space in my Pod to load my Anthony Robbins. Sigh.

Time for a new mantra.