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Sunday, May 14

It's been a real slack weekend. Man, I wasn't in the mood to do anything. The only thing I'm on about doing now is HOLIDAY-ING. This rheumatism thing is really killing me. And all my old injuries are haunting me. RAH!
GO AWAY.

After slacking the whole morning, I finally managed to drag myself to Woodlands library to do work with Cheo. Haha, but not that we did much even in such a condusive environment. Ultimate talkative, crappy girls. Oh and I even saw some NJ people there! Hohoo, Jestyn and Xinming (if I didn't get their names wrongly) and another girl. Okays so despite everything, we decided to go eat something better for dinner.

Let me tell you, never ever go to a restaurant expecting to get seats for your whole family on Mother's Day or any other occasion. The smart people know something called "book in advance". MY god, we nearly died looking at the queues at all the different places. Lucky we had only two people and it was much easier to get seats.

So we ate at Sakae and crapped somemore. Hohoo, then we went to the pasar malam beside Causeway Point. And yes, here comes the highlight of the day. We went around pasar malam going goo-goo-ga-ga over stickers! Wahaha, and while we were scrambling around looking for cute stickers, I heard a woman said something like this to her hubby, "Let's just buy stickers for them. They love stickers, no matter how old they are." DRAMATIC IRONY. C:

简简单单的幸福` C:

And so it's true. I'm lonely without you.

Sometimes, it's so cold that icicles form even in the depth of your heart.
And each time it pounds,
the icicles pierce.

We crave and we seek companionship. Yet there are times when I wonder, would things be better when nothing started in the first place. Then at least I won't ever have to face your absence. How sinful a regret this can be.

It's the memories which keep me going.

And remind me how things were like
and how it can never be.

.i.WaNt.tO.fLy.wHeN.i.DaNcE. |11:34:00 PM|

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