"HA HA HA HA! Ho ho ho ho! Hee hee hee hee! ROTFLOL *gasp*" John roars with laughter. That guy never gives me face. "Don't you know that is the second silliest pick-up line? Ha ha! So what was her reaction huh? Ha ha ho ho hee hee..."
"Say, what kind of a friend are you?" I am annoyed. How I wish John get choked by laughing.
"Friendship is a pledge of loyalty and unselfishness, given without question or motive", the W.O.Man spills another of his life motto.
"Hey, my dear loyal and unselfish friend here", John flings his computer outputs at Pei Fu, "Can you help me debug this Pascal program? Shuck, pretty printer†! I can never seem to get it right!"
"In principle, I can't...", Pei Fu says with fastidious disapproval.
"But in the NAME of FRIENDSHIP", John intercepts, ignoring Pei Fu's protest, "you must. And what's more, pretty woman is so much more appetising than pretty printer." He then turns to me, "and Garf, you haven't told us about that long-hair gal we met at the canteen... and how about Chocolate Shake and Vanilla Shake? You neber tell us too."
John's words jolts my memories. The image of a vibrant, sporty gal emerges. Chocolate Shake... or she prefers others to call her PandA...PanDa... as that's her favourite animal. A girl who can turn a gloomy day into one full of sunshines. A girl who can make a guy do all sorts of silly things for her so willingly, yet without feeling teeny weeny bit silly about doing them, like eating an ice-cream cone from bottom to top. Yes, what's life but a series of inspired follies... We had some wonderful time together. If not because of that tall, dark and handsome David with BROWN EYES, we would have lived happily ever after, so I think... (*sigh*)
"Hey, there is not even a single comment in your program!" Pei Fu doesn't hide his displeasure with John's programming practice.
"Who cares?" John retaliates, "Good programmers write no comments — if it's hard to code, it should be hard to understand."
"No wonder they say profanity is the one language all programmers know best", says Pei Fu, shaking his head.
I ignore the argument that is going on, and return to where my line of thought flew off the tangent. Oh yes, I remember the last day we met, that fated day in November, when PandA...PanDa... told me flatly that being not too tall and not too short, I didn't quite match her criteria. She mentioned something like the VENUS IV† must have made a mistake. I don't know; I wasn't in the slightest mood to listen. She handed me a piece of note and left. Scribbled on it are these words: In years to come and we may part... You'll forever have a place in my heart. I looked at the date of the note: 5th September 1990. We first met on 4th September 1990. *sob*