A Few Seconds in Starbucks
We were in a Starbucks near my place. It was around 9 to 10pm. It was drizzling outside. The café was slightly crowded -I saw some dudes hanging out while surfing the internet, a threesome of people discussing their business matter, and some other couples catching up some coffee.
The air in the cafe was cheerful with the existence of hyperactive baristas. On top of that, there were two cute barista dudes at the counter, which made the counter view… pleasant. I could smell the aroma of coffee stirred with smells of vanilla and chocolate sporadically. The smell was so pleasant that I can taste the coffee in my mouth.
I wore a black shirt and a white sweater while he was wearing a red sweater and both of us were wearing jeans. Casual. We sat at a small table, slightly in the middle of the café. On the table, sat a Grande Mocha Frappucino topped with whip cream. A Frappucino, as always, despite the chilliness.
He looked at me in the eyes. He grabbed my hands and held them so tightly as if it was his. As if he didn’t want to let me go. He gently brushed my hands with his while looking at me. He meant every stroke of his brush. He drew his mouth so closely to my hands, breathed in, closed his eyes and kissed the back of my right hand. I was truly overwhelmed.
I blushed, and we smiled.
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Trip to NA Gallery
Yesterday, on July 30th, 2008, our class had a field trip to Balai Seni Lukis (National Art Gallery). We arrived there by bus, 15 minutes before 10am. Everyone was there, except for Stezon. The trip was accompanied by Design class lecturer, Wei Meng, who is also our class administrator. So, there was a total of 22 participants.
LOL. Why am I writing this like somekind of official report? 
I’m not going to say much as I don’t want to spend so much time on typing the words due to my usual excuse, that is, L-A-Z-Y-NESS. So… just enjoy the pictures. After all, Confucius said, one picture equals to 1k words (was it really Confucius? hahah). I apologize for the crappyness of some of the pictures. Some pictures are blurry. I’m not a pro photographer. I’m quite slow when it comes to operating the camera. hahah.
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I was gone and now I’m back
If you are mean, (or realistic) you would probably think I’m already dead since it has been 2 weeks since I update this blog.
Last night, I’ve been calling people, (well, that’s the thing I do when I feel like wasting my credit). When I called Eddie, who happened to be third victim, he asked, “Are you OK?” I was shocked by that sudden question. Usually people ask, “How are you” and all that. When I asked him why, he said that I haven’t update my blog for two weeks already. whoa..whoa.. whoa… two weeks? TWO WEEKS?! *shriek* I thought it was just one week. seriously.
The main, main, main reason why I didn’t update my blog is that I wasn’t in the mood to blog, even though a lot of things happened. So, today, as the revenge, I’m going to kill you all. And no, not with a knife. with a gun. ok, be serious now. I’m going to kill you with lotsa pictures! 
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Dropping pick up lines.
Yesterday I was jogging while listening to fly.fm radio and I was laughing alone when the DJS were bombing each other with pickup lines while the other, dropping ém. There were some listeners who called and they had to drop the pickup lines given. I don’t remember much, but these are amongst the funniest.
#1
- I’ve lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?
- Do you want my dad’s?
#2
- Do you have a plaster? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.
- No wonder la your face is like that!
#3 ( I forgot, but it sounded something like this)
- I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away.
- Luckily I don’t, cause your breath stinks, man!
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Why did I stop going there?
I used to go this.. er… sort of recreational park to jog. It was around April - July of 2007 that I went there to jog. I usually cycle there alone. Sometimes, I brought my maid and my little sister, Aida. I remember once, I when I was cycling back to home after jogging there, I found a small piece of a paper, somewhere on the handle. I pulled it out, unfold it, and there was a writing.
A name, and a phone number.
Of course, I threw it away, without a second thought nor a second glance. “desperate,” I muttered.
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