They were right. Only time will tell.
Went windsurfing with less than 4 hours of sleep. Ended up with tons of bruises on my legs(no more miniskirts for some time )=), cuts on my knees, a swollen side of my right eye, jellyfish stings and sunburnt skin. I'm so glad I survived.
It was quite fun really. Minus the jellyfish tho, sigh. Made me irritated and caused me to scream everytime the instructor said one was coming my way. There were SO MANY of them. I think my instructor got sick of my screams and opted to assist Veron instead. =( But the uncle that took over was fun. Made me laugh and gave good advice. I surfed so so so so far away! Great feeling. Like I'm floating. Heh.
Well the downside is I couldn't surf back, so swimming it is.
ECP has the foulest seawater. Bleah.
And so I have Windsurfing Proficiency Level 1. I wonder if anyone will want to go back and surf again with me.
Angela and Angeline's 21st party after that. I came after the surprise, boo, but in time for fabulous food. Cheryl's maid cooked so much! Delicious cakes and food almost made me forget about my fatigue. But i napped for a while anyhow.
Clinic with Bong bong and Mervyn after that. First time there! And I quite like the place. The entry was cheap, the place looks swanky. One thing tho, they have the most indecisive DJs ever. It was like techno after retro after r&b after mambo music. All within an hour. Confusing man.
Left after a couple of hours cause I was really dozing at the table. Alcohol and fatigue don't go well together. Came home to be a pig and woke up feeling like I got bashed up. Everywhere hurts. Right down to my fingers, which is probably why I'm blogging so slowly. Boohoo. I need to exercise more.
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He might have genuinely wanted to apologise, but it seems so insincere especially since it was alcohol induced. And it's so late. Much too late. One month earlier and maybe it would tug some strings of my heart and I would have said yes. I kinda felt heartless and cold, while I listened to his sobbings without much tears from my side.
Why is it people only cherish what they have after they lost it? Listening to what people around us said, realising the qualities of each other, then regretting and feeling sorry. Where were these words when I need to hear them?
Why is it that some things can impact a person so much that it will change totally how he think and view everything? What could have happened, and to what extent was he hurt?
I want someone who understands me. Knows what I'm thinking and what exactly that I want, although all I said was perhaps "up to you". I want someone who has the ability to complement everything that I do, as me to him, and everything that we do together. I want someone who I can talk to anytime, anywhere and about anything. I want someone who I can take care of, and both of us can understand all our fears and ease them together.
And who is he?
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