I woke up with my chest stuffed. The pain beneath, not piercing, yet was far more unbearable. It had been more than three years since I last experienced this.
The aching refused to stop, and soon, I even had problem with breathing.
I’m not supposed to take things too seriously anymore. My character is killing myself.
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Sometimes when some things are totally out of our minds, we tend to overlook the existence of related stuffs. We may have remembered to erase everything from our brains, but we have also removed the memory of where the items are kept.
Months later when someone happens to see them, we may be astonished, but may not even bother to spend time on deleting them, because they are no longer important.
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Last Friday, I saw one of the hottest babes ever in my life at Choa Chu Kang. The black dress stretched till her upper thighs made her both gorgeous and sexy. Her long hair was done simple but stylishly. She was short and tiny, but her makeup surprisingly made her look more mature than any other girl nearby. It was after all, her smiles and liveliness, which really brought out her beauty.
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Sleepiness, exhaustion, sweaty clothes, sore throat, freezing, hunger, gastric pain and disappointment hit me badly.
I have tried so hard each time at the expense of my health and happiness, just to make sure things work the correct way. Nevertheless, it has been so clear that all the extra effort worth nothing; someone else out there can easily make the difference. Sometimes, nothing seems even important in the first place.
What have I been doing all these while? Why do I bother to care? Why do I keep making myself miserable, especially for people who would not care?
Without anyone, the Earth will continue to spin.
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The meet-up with Irwin exceeded the targeted duration like all previous times. The only difference was that we did not go to the West Coast Park McDonald’s, and instead, we ordered our supper through the drive-through service at Shenton Way’s McDonald’s.
I finally got to listen to the story which I had been waiting for, and also to share opinions. I had long forgotten about the stress that I wanted to pour out months ago for the last quiet chit-chat session was too long ago.
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