I met a man.
He's my age... going into ntu this year.
We can click very well. Simply said, we hit it off. =)
And surprisingly, we both realised that we are very similar in character.
Sometimes, we even had e same food even though we had our lunch break separately. And only to find out later.


Flashback: How we met...
It was funny. Quite. I gave my number to him wif a fake name. Chloe.
And i left quickly.
Frankly, i couldn't even remember his face.
He's just an average Joe...
Usually, i wouldn't reply to strangers' msges. (sometimes even my own frens)
But for him, i did. But it was juz those i-wanna-end-the-chat-now replies.


It started from there. Short replies became longer replies and then detailed replies.
We chat late into the night every night.
He has a way wif words. Gild tongue. A sweet talker.
Even though i wake up everyday, with a lack of sleep, I was happy.


Most importantly, he remembers e little things i said or mentioned.
That explains my previous entry. I was unconsciously smiling all e time. =)


4 days after we met, he asked mi out on a date. I was delighted.
And yesterday nite was our first date.
I wore an H&M black linen dress, brown covered heels and carried a brown bag.
He too... came from work. (Peeping at his dressing): Ralph Lauen polo tee, Kenneth Cole watch, leather shoes and i forgot e brand of his belt. Exquisite taste i muz say... Hhmm... =)


He brought mi to eat Turkish food. It wasn't an costly meal but i love e food!
Though it was e first date, there was no... awkwardness. Conversation flowed smoothly.
But, he didn't dare to maintain eye contact. I think he muz haf been electrocuted by my heavily mascared eyes. =P


However... it didn't take mi long to realise dat this man is not e man for mi.
We are juz lye 2 very good frens, and love isn't on e cards.
There is no spark...
Watching e movie, my face was grimed in e dark cinema where he couldn't see mi clearly. Because i knoe it's not working out for mi.
Maybe he feels e same? I dunno. N it doesn't matter if he does.


On our journey home, i kindly rejected his offer to send mi home. And i insisted.
Wad for? Since i knoe certainly dat he's not e one for mi.
Before i alighted at amk mrt station, he asked mi:

"Is this e last time i see u?"

And i gave him a friendly of-cos-not answer. And i feel sad.
Cos even if we were to meet up again, it will just be a "purely friends only" kind of thing.
No more possibilities.


When i alighted from bus 269, i looked ard. It was late and misty. Not a single person in sight.
I was scared to walk back home.
I plucked out my mp3 from my bag. And thought to myself...
Well, if there's no one suitable, I can always take care of myself.



For now... Wei Jia doesn't need anyone to take care of her.

I met a man.
He's my age... going into ntu this year.
We can click very well. Simply said, we hit it off. =)
And surprisingly, we both realised that we are very similar in character.
Sometimes, we even had e same food even though we had our lunch break separately. And only to find out later.


Flashback: How we met...
It was funny. Quite. I gave my number to him wif a fake name. Chloe.
And i left quickly.
Frankly, i couldn't even remember his face.
He's just an average Joe...
Usually, i wouldn't reply to strangers' msges. (sometimes even my own frens)
But for him, i did. But it was juz those i-wanna-end-the-chat-now replies.


It started from there. Short replies became longer replies and then detailed replies.
We chat late into the night every night.
He has a way wif words. Gild tongue. A sweet talker.
Even though i wake up everyday, with a lack of sleep, I was happy.


Most importantly, he remembers e little things i said or mentioned.
That explains my previous entry. I was unconsciously smiling all e time. =)


4 days after we met, he asked mi out on a date. I was delighted.
And yesterday nite was our first date.
I wore an H&M black linen dress, brown covered heels and carried a brown bag.
He too... came from work. (Peeping at his dressing): Ralph Lauen polo tee, Kenneth Cole watch, leather shoes and i forgot e brand of his belt. Exquisite taste i muz say... Hhmm... =)


He brought mi to eat Turkish food. It wasn't an costly meal but i love e food!
Though it was e first date, there was no... awkwardness. Conversation flowed smoothly.
But, he didn't dare to maintain eye contact. I think he muz haf been electrocuted by my heavily mascared eyes. =P


However... it didn't take mi long to realise dat this man is not e man for mi.
We are juz lye 2 very good frens, and love isn't on e cards.
There is no spark...
Watching e movie, my face was grimed in e dark cinema where he couldn't see mi clearly. Because i knoe it's not working out for mi.
Maybe he feels e same? I dunno. N it doesn't matter if he does.


On our journey home, i kindly rejected his offer to send mi home. And i insisted.
Wad for? Since i knoe certainly dat he's not e one for mi.
Before i alighted at amk mrt station, he asked mi:

"Is this e last time i see u?"

And i gave him a friendly of-cos-not answer. And i feel sad.
Cos even if we were to meet up again, it will just be a "purely friends only" kind of thing.
No more possibilities.


When i alighted from bus 269, i looked ard. It was late and misty. Not a single person in sight.
I was scared to walk back home.
I plucked out my mp3 from my bag. And thought to myself...
Well, if there's no one suitable, I can always take care of myself.



For now... Wei Jia doesn't need anyone to take care of her.