@ 12:21 pm
I simply adore Jason Hahn's book! Love it! Love it! Love it! Enjoyed every word, every para, every page of it. Am gonna drop him an email. Can't wait for his next book;
if he's ever coming up with another, that is. Meanwhile, you guys... please go get his book. It's a must-read!
ASKING FOR TROUBLE: TALES OF SAFFY AND AMANDA BY JASON HAHNA few days ago...
Packing up my stuff, getting ready to leave already. My supervisor seeked the comfort of her own cubicle probably till late while Mike, was about to leave the AMOS room (the room tt I work in).
Mike: There's a bus that goes to Eunos right? Is it 94?
Me: Yah. Take 94. Don't take 90 ah! You take 90, you'll end up somewhere else.
Mike: Haha, ok so take 94 but there's 93 also right?
Me: No, no, no, no! There's only 90 and 94 here. Just take 94.
Mike: Ok. 94. *walked out the door*
Me: Remember ah! Take 94 ah! Not 90 ah!
Mike: *laughs, walked back in* Aiyah anything I can ask you for help. *walked out*
Me: But you don't hv my-. Oh no no no. Go go go.
Mike: Oh yah ah! *walked back in*
Me: Aahh, no no no. Go, go. Don't even think abt it.
Mike laughed. He walked out again for the 3rd time. I turned to pack my stuff. And he walked back in lah.
Mike: *laughs* Eh, you're scared I ask you out on Friday right? *laughs*
Layankan ajelah. Direct translation: Just entertain him lah. He's been walkin in and out, and I haven't even finish packing. So he walked back out, gdness for the umpteenth time. So I continued packing... then...
Someone: But adik...
Me: *eh? adik? who sia? The only one who calles me Adik is Erica*
I turned. Mike walked back in. Jeez, this fella is still here?
Me: Yah?
Mike: You're married, right? I saw your ring.
Me: *he walked back in just to ask me this painful question? Why oh why?*
He actually sat down beside me and told me his sorry tale before he started to leave again. For good.
I started to wonder if my mother's ring has cause the downfall of many hopeful men or the misery of my own fate. I snapped out of it anyways cos I wouldn't take the ring out w/o any valid reason. It's not my fault that I hv to wear it on my wedding finger. The ring won't fit anywhere else. It's either my left fourth finger or my right fourth finger. Both has given me the title of a young, married woman. WHICH I AM NOT. One more question like this and I'm going to scream my head off and into his/her's ear drums.
But the bus ride home with him was nice. He was still talking. And then he went on to ask me, "But do you have a boyfriend?" Huh? We're still at it?! I thought to myself. HOW I HATE THAT STUPID QUESTION. When I shook my head, he gave me that perplexed frown with his eyebrows furrowed. OH puhleese, don't give me THAT look. What? Can't a nice, lovely lady like me still be single? Well, not everyone is lucky enuf to hv a decent guy as her bf yah. And thanks for rubbing that in.
However, I still think tt marriage is a frightening investment to invest into. And after hearing many woes of how their spouses are not who they're meant to be with, I realised that being single ain't that bad after all...
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