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Saturday, June 16, 2012

It has only been 3 days since I last posted but so much time seems to have gone by. Right now it's Day 2 of the Morning Banana Diet (lol don't judge please) and it only occurred to me just now how fast bananas ripen.

Later on I'm meeting Darren Koh in town for a movie but I really don't feel like going, but I feel bad for not wanting to go. Part of me does want to go – for over a year now, ever since the O'levels period when Darren and I first started talking we've been talking about going out but then JC/poly descended upon us and we never met at all. Now that he, a J2 student and newly minted canoe alumnus, is free from the clutches of canoe training (hahaha I make it sound like such an evil sport), and seeing how these two weeks are the only weeks our holidays correspond for this half of the year, we don't really have an excuse not to meet.

And I woke up this morning with a horrid sore throat, it was almost like I was given an excuse to just text him to say I'm really sorry but I'm sick and I can't go. But I didn't do that because that's just plain evil.

I don't know when this started to happen but increasingly I find myself having nothing to say to people at all. I wondered if it was because I needed time alone but then I thought about it. What good would time alone do?

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