Unexpected!

It's always nice to be appreciated, even more so when someone's from your own community. I still remember the time I got a package from the incomparable Jay. I still remember being utterly shocked, mesmerised and touched all at once by his simple, thoughtful, unexpected gift.

And I thought I'd never be privileged to feel that way again. Sometimes, though, life does give cute little sweet cupcakes instead of nasty sour lemons, and very unexpectedly too.

Last Saturday, I thought I spied a fellow Blogger during the YKLS performance--- one of many that night, apparently--and thought I recognised him as a Bodyjam kaki. So I thought it was only appropriate that I should say hi to him the next time we meet, which would be the Monday class at the Curve.

Naturally, it's unbecoming of a proper lady to introduce herself to strange men wantonly, so before I actually met him, I warned him via his blog that I was going to thrust myself upon him in public the next day.

Despite what people may think, it's not a natural state for me to be approachable, or even friendly. Very often I have to draw a breath and go through a mental checklist (Zip open? Mouth stinko? Back straight? Hair gelled?) before I introduce myself to anyone.

That day he came in late for the class, so the only time I could approach him was in between classes. So imagine how much harder it is to have to meet a semi-complete stranger, with hair plastered all over my face, and breathing heavily like a sex-starved fiend after a particularly sadistic Bodyjam 42 routine (damn the neverending bounces). I'm not looking my best, to say the least.

Nevertheless, I caught his eye, and started to smile and opened my mouth to say hi. He then gave me what appeared to be a blank piece of paper and then, wordlessly, dashed off to join the next class.

So I stood there, somewhat dumbfounded, and looked down at the thing he'd thrust unceremoniusly into my hands.


In case you haven't noticed, it's an ambigram. It reads exactly the same upside down or right side up. It's so beautiful and so personal, I was literally floored.

And I had to wait one freaking hour to say thank you to Janvier. Damn you :P

Thankfully, our conversation after that returned to normalcy, and he did apologise for behaving in such a schoolgirl-ish manner. So my heartfelt thanks again for the unparalleled work of art. It really is a masterpiece, and I really don't feel I deserve it.

In medieval times, this would be the part where I cut off your hands so you'll never again recreate such beauty for anyone else. Aren't you glad we're all modern and civilized now?