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jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
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many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*

an interview with joe blogs*
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halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
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sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
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What about me?* 

Today I was invited to a tennis game, which I heard Jess would be joining in too. One friend wanted to play 'Dr. Love'. But somehow, I am very surprise the butterflies in my stomach were very much at ease today. Either a No-War Day was declared, or they have found themselves a new territory. Either way, I feel abandoned.

I am also surprised at my own lack of eagerness to seeing Jess again. I was sure I would have enough guts to strike a decent conversation upon a quick and proper introduction.

Into the first hour of the game, a friend told me Jess has entered the court. I looked and yes, he has arrived.

And he wasn't alone.

He's with someone new.

I shot a quick scan at her. She's pretty. Pleasant looking. Good height, to complement his tall frame. Simple. She offered him a drink of water, and he accepted with a loving gaze. She also touched his hand. And stroked it. Slowly. He returned another loving gaze and smile. He seemed contented.

Funny, I don't feel jealous. I'm glad he didn't go for the slinky bamboo type, which I detest. In fact, I approve of this newfound love. Hey, I must say he's got taste!

And he has gone through a bad patch recently, I am really glad he's no longer alone. Jess is such a nice person, and he deserved to be happy. I am happy, to see him happy. To know he is happy. Truly I am.

And with this, I decided to seal this life chapter with Jess.

I walked away from the court with mixed feelings. I am delighted for him, empty for myself.

But then again, it's okay. At least one of us has found someone. And that can't be bad.

The earth is round. My day will come.

Please come sooner.

February 08, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 2:46 pm