Thanks for the trip, uncle and aunty. (Should I even call it a "trip"?)
Honestly speaking, I do really hope that the information we gathered from doctors and professional help could make a big turning point for your son. I really do. Though I never tell you how much I care on this but, I really love him. I'm not gay, alright.
Victor. A kind and understanding friend of mine since primary school. I love him so much as my friend. I still remember when I'm cornered by a group of big fat bullies, he's there to get me out of the situation. I'm a smaller size than him back then, and not only that I thank him. There's a lot of things that he've done for me, just for the sake and benefit of me. I really hope that all these efforts we've done for him will eventually paid off. I really hope he'll be okay.
I'm with Jesse hanging out late at Starbucks here when I'm typing this blog. Jesse is enjoying her supper while I'm on the laptop. But I would'nt care much, because there's only 2 person in my entire mind right now. Victor and her.
Yes, I didn't type wrong. Yes, her.
Why I'm still having the feeling that this is not over yet? I have no clue at all. Why? Am I going through some sort of emotional discharge? How come after all these days, I still can't get you out of my mind? I can't even stop thinking about her all the time? Why is that so?
Yeah, I had great time with uncle, aunty, Jesse, Phoebe, and a few of our buddies here. I've been very happy and am enjoying my time here but I know for sure that in all this while, I'm actually hiding my true feelings from them.
Two-face guy? LOL. Why? I don't know, I really do not know. Is it my very own unique yet strange personality or is it just me? Until now, I still can't seem to face the real truth that this is already over. Could anyone be kind enough to just give me the answer that I want?
What a bad day. Supposed to be going back home today. Something stupid (or should I call it "not paying attention"?) happened. Step inside the taxi and told the driver to take us to the airport. My right leg was already inside while my left leg is not when some idiot 30+ lady driver just bang the butt of the taxi! Of course, we are all shocked at the moment and I'm more than shocked at the same time. I was terrified. I could definitely hear a sort of "crack" in my right leg. The impact made my leg twisted a lil bit. I was down to the ground, screaming a lil bit for pain and help.
They were all shocked as horseshit! Thank God, the taxi driver and that lady know just what to do. They didn't argue for the accident, in which I'm surprised. The lady quickly made haste and escorted us to a nearby hospital for immediate treatment. And thank God, it could be in real serious condition to my right leg if it's not being treated quickly. Yes, I'm fine now but my leg still hurts. I can barely walk properly, not to mention running or going for stairs. And f*ck that! Flight got delayed for 3 hours, due to some technical problem. That's what I heard from the emergency announcement. Damn it.
It's okay, I guess. No matter how bad my conditions are, it's never gonna be worst than how the way I treated her back then. But it's already too late to do anything to take it back now. I know, I know but it's just too late. I never fell out of love with her. That just would'nt go away. But it's over. Should I stop missing her and just move on to being a single guy again? Hell, I really do not know. And yet at the same time, I do not wish to know.
Empty talks is not gonna make any differences now. Only God is going to give me the accurate answers and the solution that I want as time goes by.
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