I always have this thing of having a fancy on the wrong kind of guys. So when I met this nice and sweet guy, turns out we're both on each opposite sides of the earth.
I can't tell you how nice he is. I might give away too easily. Ha ha. When my 7 year old cousin saw the souvenir on my bag, she asked,
"Who gave this to you?"
"Oh, it's from a good friend of mine. He got this from Disneyland."
"Does he like you?"
[speechless because you're hearing this from a mouth of a seven-year-old]
"Err, not that I know of! Oh, look, Aunt Kwok's serving some ice cream. Let's have some!"
Whew. That was close.
Does he like me? Seriously, I don't know. We've had good times, but I never thought of them as something more, because, well, I'm all the way here, and he's all the way... there.
I'll let God decide on my fate. Not worth prodding on if there isn't anything there all this time.
Work has had some ups and downs. On downtimes, the new intern and I would be bored to our bones. And we're maybe just that good at looking like we're busy, or I'm just not that reliable to do the design jobs they've been given with. And that seriously hurts.
But I try not to be judgemental about them. But I'm just so eager to do some work, and I'm willing to do better.
Sometimes the thought of not doing work makes me think that I'm not good enough to do their works. Which easily puts me down. But I do my best not to think of it. I'll just have to sit there and wait patiently.
Or I just come up to them and ask if there's anything I could do to help out.
No joke, I've asked that for like, 3 ( or four? ) times already.
Wow, the title does suit the content of this post.
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