Taxing Sunday

Moved out from my home at 8.30am, hoping there won't be hiccups for my journey to Starhub Cuppage. So early, yet so packed in the train. It didn't matter as I was alone listening to my dance mp3. Reached centrepoint around 9.20am and still got time for a quick breakfast at Mac. A long time since i had Mac breakfast. Looking at a diet article and discovered so much fats content in the whole menu. Nevertheless, it is still my fav fast food restaurant since I was born. Savouring the aroma of the coffee makes me awake for my lessons at 10am. Another 6 hours of lecture awaiting my attendance. The classroom was filled with all ladies and I was the first guy to arrive early. Took the usual seat and got my notes out to wait for the lesson to start. Paul arrived shortly. Lesson proper and the chapter is an exciting one about foreign sourced income and the tax reliefs available. Didn't manage to grasp this topic since i started studying tax. Lunch break and Paul was getting ready to go. We had to fill our tummy at the food court on the 2nd floor. My sense of taste was fading and it is an indication that Mr Sick would be coming to visit me. Paul finished his lunch and was happily on the phone talking to a she. Didn't know who it was, but he was smiling. After I finished my meal, I got him to start heading back to classroom and he was still on the line. I was tired and didn't want to talk to the person on his mobile though he insisted. Seated at my desk, I saw her sms that she was sad that I didnt want to talk to her. Didnt quite get the meaning, as I would be happy to speak to her. I asked Paul who was on the line and he told me. Made a mistake about the person's identity and apologised to her. Class ended at 5 pm and I took bus no. 106 to go home. Many passengers on board, managed to secure a seat and caught some sleep throughout. A few hours to spend before my bedtime and I read her blog to try to know more about what went wrong. From whatever I can analyse, I think the guy is playing an excellant role in the courtship, but where is the wrong move? How about myself? Can I play a better role? I failed before, but will I fail again? Some thoughts which I can't answer for myself...