Blush

I blushed today. I blushed real bad. I didn't really like the reason why I was blushing but I did blush. I blushed as red as my blouse. Damn.

Work was fine but my colleague Uma told one of the students, Khaled to tell his friend that I think he's cute. Erm.. do I?

Well he's rather cute, from China, 20 years old (this is the reason why I should forgive myself for even looking at him and forget his existence) and has a slight resemblance to Elvis Presley. Oh, he's from a race in China that speaks like the Koreans.

Anyway, work was a bore and I'm having doubts about coping with my degree so I might have to resign earlier than as planned. Whatever it is, I hope I will somehow find whatever I'm searching for and still excel in my degree. * sigh

Forget the depressing stuff, Timothy, my ex colleague dropped by the office today and we had fun taking pictures. Unfortunately he couldn't join Uma and me for lunch.

There's also this girl in the centre. She's pretty but Uma and Annie (another colleague) hates her. We used to think she's 'Elvis's' gf.. but who knows, maybe she's not? Annie calls her prostitute which is totally mean. Uma hates her so much she goes nuts everytime we mention her. Well, she likes Tim's attention and when Tim came back she just seemed so happy. If I were still taking pictures of model, I might consider her being one.. but I'm no longer taking those pictures. Oh well..

I don't know whether I've lost my skills in Photography. What if I have? I will just die.