Fallen

This is going to be a short post. Will write more by the end of next week.

On 26 June 2009, while the world mourned for the King of Pop, I was disheartened to see a fellow colleague leave. She is a young, petite, doe-eyed lady. The first time I met her two years ago, I believed in angels.

But she's an angel who smoked.

Anyway, on that fateful day, I paid her a visit at her work station to bid farewell. We were reminiscing in a cheery mood when she suddenly blurted, "I can still remember how you interviewed me two years ago."

"You would never say no to me whenever I needed help. You have been a part of my life & this part will never be forgotten."

I was pulverized. It was really sad to see an angel leave.

On a lighter note, I noticed that a number of girls have started to come into my life, accepting my invitations to movie dates, lunch dates, dinner dates & drinking dates.

I was thrilled by this phenomenon and regard this as a case of pure coincidence.

But I can't help & think. Was it because I've started to smile more? Have I become less reclusive? Is it because of my new tan? Friends have commented that I've lost weight. Was it because of that?

I have no idea.

I guess it was my goal to be as charming as George Clooney or Robert Downey Jr. when I reach 30. Then I'd surround myself with friends like Brad Pitt & Matt Damon & the like to complete the picture.

*Day dreams*