Dear blog
Today’s a Saturday (blogging post for yesterday). Yes, many would take this time to hang out with their friends, play some sports, go out to club and pubs and even to sun-tan. Me? I’m lazy-ing at home…
Woke up at 1237 today. Not my personal best, but still at it.
Hey yo! It’s National Day eve! So be red and be patriotic!!! Took this on the way from church to meet VE peeps at bugis for steamboat dinner :)
Weee~ Reached! Okay, so it wasn’t the cheapest of meals. Cost me $21.40 for a steamboat dinner (more like chao da dinner). I guess most of the money goes to the “ambience” and quality infrastructures. LOL!
So people who were there were basically six of us in total. Royce, Nic-kuku, Sheryl, Van, Tom and me. Ah the gal in red in the pic is Sheryl, so don’t be scared. She won’t bite much (except for my shoulders) =P
No. There’s no editing done here. This is the condition of the plate that i placed all my cooked meat. The plate is apparently shinny. Like what the? It was so oily, till i looked healthy beside it xD Okay not really a good joke, but you get the idea. Har, people who PS-ed us: Walter and Lin Long!!! Rawrz >=O
Came back via MRT and took along with Nic till my station (of course). Chatted stuffs, and gave some advice of some sort. Ha ha. In relationship-wise, can’t say i had it all, but it felt i lost it all. I can so totally identify. When she just suddenly avoids you in calls, sms, msn … … … doesn’t really “touch” you, becomes super restless with you… the list goes on. sigh… Seeing pictures really are painful. Because i know that “there is no chance that we can be together again, the past is the past” –> quote from many relationship-breaker. Yes even being friends is a definite No-No. Even as i’m seeing from my friends, i try to understand how much hatred/sadness/disappointment that was induced by me. Trying to understand why was i being the so-called receiving end of being thrown to aside while i sacrificed alot on my part for you. Woah, getting abit personal =X Alright, an advice… I can give something money can’t buy- time…
Signing out
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