Dying breed
So many of my friends are getting hooked up with people, I am starting to feel like a member of an endangered species. I have already penciled in the dates of four weddings in my calendar for 2007. Three out of the four involve people very very close to me.
"You don't have any other girl friends who are still single meh?" Emmy, my housemate, asked.
"Well, there's Ariel..." I replied. And thought. And thought. And thought some more.
"And Ruth." Long pause.
"Oh yeah, and another friend in Singapore. But that's about it."
Adeline, another housemate, recently got together with someone, just months after Emmy got together with Sherman; and today yet another friend told me she's now in a relationship with a guy (whom I am looking forward to interrogating... *rubs hands in glee*).
Incidentally, in case anyone has been waiting for updates with bated breath, it happens that I did let the guy in question know, directly yet indirectly, of my... uh... feelings, for lack of a better word. There was no acknowledgement or response, but he's still being friendly, so I gather the feelings aren't mutual (bummer) but that he wasn't freaked out (always a good thing).
Right now I am more concerned about my university assignments than I am about this. I'm still trying to figure out what Krashen's Monitor Model is all about, not to mention memorise the phonetic alphabet (we have to do transcription! Arrrgggh!).