In Continuum.

Those Eyes

Wish enough, wise man'll tell you a lie
Window broke, torn up screens
Who'd have thought that you'd dream
Of a single tragic scene

They felt like minute feathers falling straight down instead of being carried by the wind,when it blew across the pavement of Orchard today.Soft needles that pricked no skin,but the button in your mind that triggers a couple of vulgarities here and there,especially when you are well dressed and your hair carefully shaped.That was what happened,figuratively,when i stepped out of HMV today with V for Vendetta DVD in the plastic back hanging from my fingers(finally).It was drizzling again,and for once i finally understood what my mother meant when she said "It's been raining everyday,nowadays".

That sure was the case as i hurried down the street towards the nearest Bean at Paragon.As usual that place was crowded like ants over a dead insect carcass,and it was actually a miracle when i found a seat after i bought my Mocha,and a sofa seat at that.The rain came pouring down like a cold shower then,and i kept smiling to myself despite the old man sitting adjacent to where i was,falling quietly asleep with today's newspaper,literally on top of his face.

I was smiling,not because of the book i was reading(The Moviegoer),or because of the books i just bought(The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank and Lord of the Flies by William Golding),but because of how dumbfounded i was at the cashier only minutes ago,when i stumbled on my words and almost dropped the change,fumbled with the receipt and forgot a name.

I just wanna sing a song with you
I just want to take it off of you

She was just a mere cashier,at the counter of a regular Coffee Bean.That was the thought that i held in mind,as i queued up at the end of the line,which curled between the tables and the seats.It was too loud to hear her voice,and besides i had Death Cab for Cutie in my ears.I missed her calling "Next!" over the voice of the crowded,but we made eye contact anyway.I moved forward and took my order,or rather i tried my very best to do so.

Cause Blue Eyes
You are all that I need
Cause Blue Eyes
You’re the sweet to my mean

Before me,was a pair of eyes i've never seen before.They belonged to a small Malay girl,who didnt really look like a Malay if you ask of me.She was half hidden behind the counter,and i almost had to tip toe to tell her what i wanted.With her short neat hair neatly pinned back with a black hairpin at the right side of her head,and looking up at me with those amazing,astounding eyes,all i could utter was the word "Mocha".She was nice about the vagueness of it,and prompted me like what teachers do during Oral Examinations when the student badly screws up the passage reading section.

Fess it up, dot on the palm of your hand
I can help you to stand
Saved it up for this dance
Tell me all the things you can

But she wasnt like any teacher i've met,nor was i stuttering to the fear of failing the test,but because of the fact that i was positively mesmerized by her.I cant say that she is drop dead gorgeous,or the actualization of the Goddess Venus,because she wasnt.But i swear,if you have seen her eyes,you wouldve understood why mankind were given eyes in the first place: To truly treasure beauty,such as the ones that we set before my eyes.My eyes,so irrelevant and so trivial at that moment,when there was utter silence coming from my lips,and her watery eyes staring at me.

The lights shone from the ceiling,dots of them like stars of the universe.And all of those,converged into tiny little galaxies inside her pupil,reflecting off the surface of her eyes which made them sparkle.She reminded me of an Indian sky and a cloudless desert night.It was amazing i tell you,and i almost forgot about whip cream and change.Whip cream!I actually forgot about that for a second,can you believe it?

I just wanna sing a song with you
I just wanna be the one that's true

I didnt catch her name,despite tilting my head to see her name tag.I thought i saw "Ain",but that doesnt sound like a Malay name,or a name now does it?I dont know,perhaps Ahmad can help me out on this one,but before i realised it,she was gone from the counter.I mustve slipped my mind as i sat at the sofa,with the rain coming down at full force and the book i was reading.It mustve been a change of shift,since it was already late afternoon.

All the lights on and you are alive
But you can't point the way to your heart
So sublime, when the stars are aligned
But you don't know
You don't know the greatness you are

I regret that,despite all the opportunities that i had,i missed going back to see her name.It's not like i am going to do anything about it,but i guess it is rather strange to mention somebody on your blog without knowing her name,or the mentioning of it,whatever.It would be nice,to mention it days,weeks,or even months later to a friend,with an actual name to come along with those eyes,and not just "That girl I told you about",or "That girl from the counter".It is so degrading isnt it?To have this person come down to just words,so simple and trivial such as the above.To have such a person degraded to that extent,it's a shame and insult,truly.

Cause Blue Eyes
You’re the secret I keep
Cause Blue Eyes
I just wanna sing a song with you...