2007-04-11 My Grandpa's Eyes

I spent the last five minutes trying to figure out what to write. Something deep, yet entertaining. Intelligent, yet not wisenheimerish. Short, yet striking. For some reasons, I failed. That's why I decided to share my weirdest stickam experience. In February, when I was talking to a girl called Laura, I didn't know what the English word circumcised meant. Here's how I learned it:

LAURA: I once dated a German guy. He was not circumcised. Are you circumcised?
MARC (looking down to my dictionary which cannot be seen in the camera): I don't know, let me look...
LAURA: *gulp*
MARC (found the word and realized what I just said): Oops! *rotfl*

Laura has not talked to me since that day...

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As I'm planning on moving to New Zealand this year, I am going through all my stuff to see what's worth keeping. Yesterday I found this. It's my late grandpa's glass eye. I cannot make myself throw it away, but what's the point of keeping it? Sometimes making decisions is really hard.