Funny now to think of it-
I always felt P was a bit funny. In a ha-ha and also strange/weird way, in the sense he seemed a bit awkward at times but when he laughed the laughter was so funny i always inwardly sniggered at it. I had a kick trying to imitate his laughter in front of my then-colleague beatrice, because she would always giggle at my imitation (okay, my bad, kind of mean to laugh at people's laugher) but if you asked me to do it now i can't, i can't remember what i sounds like anymore.
I also remember he always seemed rather busy, that he was quite nice during the company day out (we were on the same team), that he tried to make small talk to me (to be nice i suppose), blah blah. It was a kind of bland and vague impression, and the only thing i remember distinctly about him, besides him telling us that once someone on the street had asked him if he was a DJ (for no apparent reason besides that he was wearing a hoodie and perhaps that made him look DJ-ish?), was how blue his eyes were. Like a strange, piercing kind of icy-blue, which starkly contrasted against his dark-coloured hair.
i know people always say that eyes are the passageway to the soul, blah blah, though to me nothing is more important than noses (usually) but those was one of those few instances in which eyes left an impression on me (an '!', quite literally).
my associate director proceeded to ask me how old P is, and if he is handsome-
i have no idea really- i am quite awful at guessing people's ages, and as for looks- besides the eyes and the brown hair and the funny contagious laughter and being nice in general, i cannot really remember much. Good-looking, hmm? i suppose she'd have to judge for herself.
2 years-
a significant amount of time, i think.
geez, i wonder if i'd even be here still, in 2 years time.
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