Skai Chan
I had three good night of sleep physically. My younger brother had been squeezing with my mum and me instead of sleeping on the double decker bed. It was all weird until the second day, I heard from them that the air-conditioner was spoilt.
The comfortable sleep and waking up without irritating nose would not last long probably.
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When I reached office, I saw a birthday present and a muffin on my desk. The tie was my second birthday present and I was very touched by Hirman. The muffin was from my dear Xiao Mei – Joy.
Lunch was at West Coast Plaza. Conversation was as messy as the fish market like usual but this time, the topic “friend” was too unbearable to hit on. Mei Hoe told me to “put down the chair” but she did not do it herself.
In the late afternoon, Hirman caught me in the office and told me he was going to town area and thus I decided to hop onto his car. Christine joined us since she was going Ions to meet her husband. I went in search of “red packet” with Hirman afterwards for he left his inside the office. After walking around Paragon and Lucky Plaza, we finally went back to the hotel and got one for free.
Jeremy and Andy could not make it for the FYP meeting. I had to cancel my volleyball session again and I could have met up with girlfriend if she was free instead. The remaining three of us proceeded. It was a lousy night for I was pinched by headache.
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What does it imply if someone’s name keeps appearing in my blog? I probably hang out too often with that someone.
Dear bloggers, how about you?
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FYP is like a demoralizer. It is not only that I have lost touch with Java, but to maintain consistency with others is a terror, especially to understand and use others’ design and coding.
There is this chance to flunk the project.
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None of my birthdays I would anticipate like this year’s somehow. I told myself it was either the best or the worst ever.
I began the night staying up with girlfriend since she was studying. I did not sleep for long just like any night. There was a meeting during lunchtime with nasi lemak provided and thus, Weitat and I did not go out for lunch with the rest. Dorothy was pressing me to go out for dessert after our meeting but I wanted to help Xiao Mei and Zaki with the SYOG trial run. I received my first present on the table, which was a gold pedal and I felt uneasy even though I was very close with the person.
I met up with my girlfriend at Choa Chu Kang, just nice to catch each other at the interchange. After waiting for her to get changed, we crossed over to Sunshine place to rent two movies. On the way, I was melted when she showed me her rings on the fingers, one was a heart shape and another four “S”, “K”, “A” and “I”. Next, we had a long sweet journey on bus 172 towards Jurong Point. After that we took the train down to my place. The “I” ring went missing on the train and we were so disappointed that we had not taken pictures.
Before we started watching the movies, both of us had dozed off. I had predicted it since we were totally deprived of sleep. However, I did not sleep for long. It was a simple yet enjoyable birthday spent with my girlfriend, which I was satisfied enough to witness her most natural looks, inclusive of weird sounds. Pigs were cute.
I managed to send her home again. Though the night was supposed to end very late, the timing was pushed early from 1am to 12am and finally to 10pm. I could not ask for more.
It was a fake love, but I enjoyed it.
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Mei Hoe helped me to apply the Chinese ointment thrice, rubbing my nerve with full strength, causing sweat penetrating through my skin.
I did not know what to say but I knew I deserved it well. It was my own fault.
At least I could grab myself onto the chin-up bar already.
Perhaps, one lesson learnt is that whatever you have done wrongly may not necessary cause damage to you, but your loved one.
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想念是一种无情的痛。
痛在看不见、亲不到、拥抱不了。
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I’m never a good lover because I have long forgotten how to say sweet words.
While talk is cheap and action speaks louder, I prefer proving my sincerity by doing things physically from my heart.
Nevertheless, no matter how unromantic and wordless I can be, there are always some words from my heart which I would not deny, “Nicole, I love you.”
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I can’t hold myself on the chin-up bar; I can’t hold the badminton racket tight.
There is this lousiness in me that I cannot do things I like to do.
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Why don’t you just kill me with a samurai sword for an easier death?
Why don’t you just blind me from seeing the fact?
Why don’t you just pierce through my ears?
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