Month: June 1997

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Lovely Dad I Have

Had “Dim Sum” with Aunt Annie and Aunt Chan, and their respective daughters as well.  Kitty is not as stunning as last time I met her (one and a half years ago).  Wonder why.

Finished reading “Romeo and Juliet”, will read it once again.

What else have I achieved today?  Well, my Dad bought me a game (Command and Conquer).  What a lovely daddy he is!  And I practiced the “Beautiful Blue Danube”.

Met up with Alex for a drink in Wanchai and he also bets that I will see JP before I get married.  Anyway, his point is that I shall “let it be”.

I think I should.  Just too much for me to cope with already.

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Woke up Late

Woke up late and went to lunch with So’s family.  I saw HC So and he looked so old!

What else have I done today? Just some body building.

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Time Heals

The one week stay in Singapore passed so fast.  I remember Sunday with Sam.  Monday lunch with Damien’s usual group to go East Coast.  Monday night with Annie – diner, drink and movie.  Tuesday lunch with Francis and Edwin and we went to East Coast again.  Tuesday night was supposed to be with Francis but he cancelled the dinner (as expected) and therefore I was so tempted to call JP out but Ginger dined with me instead.  Wednesday lunch with Edwin again as I needed him to drive me all the way back to Masiling to collect my parcel.  In return I have to give him a good treat.  Wednesday night out with Sam and his friends.  Thursday lunch with Colin (and Damien tugged along) at City Hall.  Dinner with Annie as I needed to buy some BBQ pork slice and floss.  Friday lunch with Benny as I have to return JP’s camera.

And I left the office at 3:30pm and headed all the way to Hong Kong.

So, I am in Hong Kong.  Strangely I feel that I still like Singapore.  How come?  And I think of her lesser and lesser.  Time heals indeed.

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Don’t Give Up?

Ah, how shall I begin this month.

Imprisonment?  Face my own devil?  Decision to make?  Welcome the pain and endure the torture?  Hell fire for all the sins I have committed?  Regrets?  Drastic change of reality?

“Don’t give up”, that is the song I have been long to listen to when I was in Paris.  Funny that JP did not take this Peter Gabriel’s “So” CD.  Was it all destinated?

Oh, Lord, I wish I am stronger.  Strong enough to endure all the punishments.  Strong enough to move on.

Went out with Annie tonight.  Had a drink and showed her the photos.  Had a dinner and gave her the present.  Had a movie “The Saint” as well.

I just have to face it.  Been thinking about whether I shall see her again.  To see her, I will repeat what I have done wrongly during my fourth year.  I will beg for her love again and how long can I stretch?

All the wrongs I have done cannot be undone.  How can love turn so badly?  Where has all our passion gone to?

It could have turned out the other way.  It could have turned out so differently.  It was my first love.  Human bounds to make mistake especially when they are having their first go.  Annie may be right.  I need somebody who is independent, who will still be mine when I am far away.  Wasn’t it JP’s idea not to see each other so often?  But she never wanted to see me at the airport.  Now, that is not love.  THAT IS NOT LOVE!

I believe that I have done my part in trying to remedy the situation.  Am I not a decent person?  Am I really that ugly and unattractive to be fond of.  Somebody please answer me.