![]() ![]() So, my primary school class gathering on Thursday night did actually materialised. She is more an ‘ extinct volcano ’ than a ‘ dormant volcano ’ to me (I shall come to that later). She is twenty-eight now, and inevitably, she is looking for the marriage type of guys, which I am anything but (please click this entry for more details). Then again, that is pure speculation on my part, and I remembered asking for her number when I was like fifteen and she gave me her office number in return (I told you I was a late bloomer in the game of love, plus my pick-up lines definitely weren’t as ‘solid’ then). Lately (read: these pass few years), she seems rather interested in my relationship, ever since I brought SY there to accompany me (like five years ago). By the way, I am NOT a player- I genuinely feel we can click, although we talk like once a year when we are alone in the room (no, there is no bed in such rooms) where she’s testing my eyes. Later on, I collected my contact lenses, and so, flirted with my beautiful optician (with a Masters of Science in Clinical Optometry, what more can a man ask for?) for the last time this year (my contact lenses last me something like fourteen months, so me and her is kind of like a annual affair). Taking into account the number of girls who were looking me (Miss Y, as usual, was up to her tricks), I felt my hair passed the test with flying colours (you can start laughing now, suckers). Anyway, I don’t think I look half as bad as some of friends said. ![]() I have briefly mentioned the effect it had on my (so-called) friends in my last entry. It all began with class on Thursday morning and the introduction of my new hairstyle to the girls in SIM. All I could manage was some sleep and Facebook-ing. The pass few days have been simply overwhelming- I have not been that busy in such a long time. ![]()
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