King of Ah Mengs

I think the illness has gotten to me: I didn’t feel like logging into my PC. Instead, I hugged my comforter as I sat on my bed, and finished up on “Adrian Mole: The Cappucino Years”.

Despite realising that I had indeed read the book when I was a teenager, one was not too concerned about the 2nd reading of the passages yet again. At least I can relate myself more towards the main character, being a few years away from the big 3-0.

Only thing I need not worry is being a single-parent. I pretty sure I did not father any child during my late teens.

Tomorrow’s the day which I’ll be having a Comp. Eng. gathering. It’s been eons since I’ve graduated and met up with my NTU buddies. The calendar might have stated 6 months, but time is only but a matter of your mind.

I suddenly shudder at the thought of reunions 20 years down the road, when everyone will be bringing their better halves along, while topics will be ranging from their successful careers to the beaming joy of chatting about their child.

Me? I’ll be the odd one out, with visibly receding hairline, single or divorced, without much progress or aim in my career, love, or life as a whole.

Either that, or I’ll be dead.

If you can sense that the flu medication is taking effect, give yourself a pat on the back. Hope to be well enough for Thursday’s night out.