Prague is so fabulous! Gorgeous weather, cheap drinks and historical sights. Photos when I'm back. Hehehe!
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Bintan, here I come! I love the tanah meth ferry terminal. Just a suggestion, have a newsstand after the immigration. Kiasu singaporeans, like me, who checked in an hour and a half early will be so bored if iPhone didn't exist.
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Had just finished a jog. Cooling down topless. Then a 5 yo girl walked pass me with her bicycle and said, "Eee, how come never wear clothes one?!"
For a moment, I felt uncomfortably naked.
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The auntie at the kopitiam said to me, "your mum should dote on you alot huh, you look so handsome"
What the....
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I saw the photos of my secondary school classmate's solemnization on FB. As I was going through them, I saw the rest who were in the same class as we were for all five years if our time there. Not that i'd cared but I can't help but think that I was not invited. For a moment, I feel like an outcast and it brings me back to the secondary school days
I remember the time when I was teased and made fun of for being effeminate. I finally came out to them at 15 and things didn't stop. Still, I was a nice boy. I draw well and I often help them with project covers and coloring. Maybe I was being taken advantage of, but it didn't matter because I felt connected that way. Or maybe they did liked me.
So we were reconnected via FB. It was nice. We'd mentioned catching up but it seems that I was never invited to one of the gatherings they have.
I have my friends and I am very happy with the way I am living my life. I didn't cared or made any special efforts to be catch up. So it bothers me that I was affected by a some photos of a solemnization.
Maybe everyone just wants to be popular. Popular amongst all the different groups of friends/acquaintances he/she has. At least now I know I may be one of those people.
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