Ok life was pretty bored for a IT analyst like me as I pretty much struggle my life thru many monotonous moment at work. I love my job... perhaps not that much as I used to believe. My life consist of nothing more than just work, games, Occasional pubbing and some sports. That's how I managed to get to know Kacey or rather to know Kacey again. Kacey was in the same lecture as I am while back then in Poly. She wasn't those type which you'll immediately gotten to like at first sight, but you'll graduately fell in love with her. I wasn't really much fantasizing her in anyway but just thinking she is one of those better looking girls among the few available in the IT faculty. I didn't know her much though in the past. Needless to say I didn't fell in love then but if given a choice, she'll be the top few choices I would have choosen. That's left of my memories of Kacey back then. Perhaps now is the time which God had so given upon I could get to know her well. I met her at the pub thru a friend of mine. Had a couple of conversation, met a couple of times more... took the number and at long last managed to get her to join me for a soothing Jazz concert. She agreed. So here I am waiting for her at the carpark. In a mommentary leaspes of anxiety she appeared. In a rather apporiate black dress. Not too short and not too long. What does attract my attention is her demurity which seems to auora a fragrance of sweetness accompanying a taste of playfulness as she hid something behind her back.. I smiled at her... she smiled back... She revealed the object which she had so blatantly hidden before my sight. It was a stalk of rose. I guess it wasn't long before my ego set in in protest. I guess man should be the one giving the rose rather than the girl. She replied, "it's ok there are 60 more roses".
Hmmmm Do you guys like my story? if not then I shall not continue.
Interesting...but please write in proper grammatical English and break up the prose into sensible paragraphs.