Saturday, October 15, 2011

Thrown into turmoil.

Hihi. Now typing with sore arms, overdose of basketball yesterday.

Officially going for my first NYT training on Monday with Sean and co. Boring shit. I don't feel like going at all. I don't feel like seeing him. GAHH.

Saw him at the school gate on Wednesday. He waved and said hi, I pretended to not know him and at the same time my heart flipped. Literally.

It's not a good thing to have a flipping feeling. it just reminds me of the 7-month age gap we have, or simply 1 year. The gap right there is no joke okay. It kills.