Mr Dinosaur

After I posted an entry about my three khakis who have been thru thick and thin with me, I have got someone msged me…"what about me???"

Ok, he did not really msged me that…He just reminded me that I left him out.

Let’s call him, Mr Dinosaur. Anyway, that is his nickname in JC. why? He is tall like a dinosaur!  And guys like him are extinct!

Mr Dino (yh, guess what? I ve got a Mr Dino as well!) was my NPCC comrade and classmates in secondary school…we went to the same JC after ‘O’ levels.

He was an important character in my school days…everyone who know him, would know me..but not the other way, I hate to admit, "coz he is more popular than me"

he was a well known guy in JC and I was notoriously known as the gal mr Dino alwis hang out with…

We get on each other’s nerves quite often and even till now, we can still irritate each other

As far as I can recall, I was alwis angry with him…

but for him, he was only angry with me once…

and boy, that one time he was angry with me….it was for a long time and funnily, I dun remember what he was angry about. (opps, maybe he will get angry after reading this)

For Mr Dino, my dear fren

thanks for being so patient with me and not losing your cool when I scold you upside down (you seem to enjoy seeing me seething with anger, hor?)

thanks for making me run for the bus whenever I see you (appreciate your efforts to make me exercise more)

thanks for sharing your locker with me, ms beyond and ms clumzcat during our jc days (we gals should have put our sanitary pads inside! ha!)

thanks for beating me at your ‘O’ levels scores (and you continued to get better results ever since, thanks leh!#%#$)

thanks for inviting me to your very important commando ROD ceremony and D&D (I guess I was the lucky one to be chosen as your partner out of the many ladies whom you could have asked)

thanks for coming to my ROM, bein my photographer and the video you created for me (this the best thing you ve given me since the bookmark, watch, cranes and necklace. I still ve them with me!)

anyway, I know he has been feeling down recently and I hope to cheer him up by reminding him that he still have me (yes, me!) to pass him the tissue if he wans to cry (I can’t give you my shoulder to lean on coz you have to bend your tall stature really low to reach my shoulder)…

that’s wat frens are for!

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