As I walked to MRT Shaw to get a bus ride home, I passed by the outdoor cafes in Shangri-la ... and found myself gazing at the face of a woman for more than 5 seconds.

It's you.

The one whom I got my guitar. The one whom I named it after.

Didn't had a chance to say hi because I was half-denying it's really you. My feet continued on ... my mind left a trail of daydreams.

Ah well. I'm already 10 feet away. Back to reality.