By the time I finish writing this entry and hit the Publish button, it will probably be past midnight. He seems to hate it when I write about my feelings but I like writing. I need to write.

I was going through all the recent photos taken on my digital camera earlier today and I’ve realized that we don’t have any photos of us taken during his one month back in Singapore. Just the two of us. Nopes. No photos. He’s leaving on Monday morning. I don’t know if I’ll see him before he leaves because he never mentioned anything about it.
I’m not sure if I should even mention anything. Around one hour ago, when Liz and Colas were telling him to have a nice trip back, I was wondering if I should wish him the same thing too, today itself.

Something I’ve always wanted to do: have our photo taken at one of those photo stickers machines. I took photos at one such machine once in Shanghai with two gal friends. Never with him. I asked him before. I think he said that he didn’t want to. He has 2 (or 3) photo stickers in his wallet but they are old ones that he took with other people. It doesn’t take a genius to guess how I feel.

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