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Monday, March 09, 2009, 8:26 PM
Breathe Slow

Some overdue photos from V. day, which was 2 days after Qamarul's 24th birthday...

It was something different and sweet, definitely better than last year, as he had to go to Brunei.

Qamarul actually planned the day (or should I say night?). From the venue to the mat, to the movies and to the food, EVERYTHING! I only had to accompany him to Mustafa the night before to do some groceries shopping, which he concluded that I suck at it. Like give me a break.. next time you bring me to Cold Storage la! It's more compact and I feel more secure (if you know what I mean, no offence.) Other than that, I just need to be there to complete his mission. :)

And he was so thoughtful as the utensils and mat are red in colour to resemble the hearts all over the world that night. Haha.

Anyway, work is going to start at an ungodly hour tomorrow. So boys and girls, do know how to behave yourself, as the colour that represents your teachers tomorrow would be black or could be darker than black (if there's any). But I think LC has helped to manage the class better, thank God!!

Sometimes, I do realise that I lose patience very easily now, be it imperfections or I am just filled with anger from school. And I usually vent it through the people who are closest to me. I'm just afraid that these people would take it personally.

I'm learning to laugh it off, which has been going good for me. I just need to spread the love again.

It's the last week of Term 1, I shall get it done and over with, with the mad rush.

I am gonna breathe slow
Count from one to ten with my eyes closed
'Cause ladies take it in and get composure
Ladies never lose composure