Johnny johnny johnny…

A while ago we took a night off and celebrated Johnny’s 21st early at this bangers and mash place somewhere in Oxford Street. It was a totally enjoyable night with the 3rd year aero people. Johnny’s a friend of Alvin’s, and that’s how we got to know each other a year ago. It’s been an amazing year knowing him, Bryan and Francis, not forgetting poor Shirley’s who’s stuck in France whining right now. So, Johnny spent Thursday night out with us, and spent the weekend up in York with his girl, and returned to tell us, "Guys, I’m engaged." Wah, impressive Johnny. He did ask me this in return sometime last week when I bumped into him, "So when’s your turn?"

HAH. I haven’t even thought anything about it, considering how scandalous my romances have been in the past few years, I’ve sort of given up settling down anytime soon. Forget it, just live and live it. Probably one of the few things in life I no longer want to think too far into the future. One of the things I no longer have any hopes nor expectations. No expectations, no disappointments. Yes.

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