No.
Sadness.
I was supposed to get her number by the June holidays. I must. I should. I could. Too many chances. I lack any confidence when near her. I can't even confront her. All I could do was stare blindly with my empty expressions.
3pm to 5:30pm, played soccer at Pasir Ris Park with the CAFC, Kevin, and his friend Matthew. The pitch was bumpy, and even Matthew commented about rocks on the pitch, and I made references to the Paul Robinson bobble kick incident with Gary Neville.
So, this is it, the last day of Term 2.
And I still don't have her number.
