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I honestly haven't endured that soothing 18C breeze for some time now. And for all days, it was Valentine's Day which i have managed to have it brushing through my skin again. No, if you think I en route my random way up the hills at 10+ in the night with a lovely girl. There were only two others, guys. Its more like a yumchar outing at a farther and more significantly elevated land of Genting Highlands. The sky was mist-less, unusual it was. And the cool-ey weather eases my mood despite my slightly sleepy machine. It really has been awhile you know.

And it was like midnight and cars were crawling their way up to the centrestage of the highlands and everything was so happening and alive as Valentine's Day ticks its way away. And i literally lost count of the couples roaming the streets in seconds, some with the brightest of smiles, some with flowers proudly clasped in their arms and they were i reckon, getting ready for the 'lovely night'.

Coffee Bean, the typical iceblended mocha, and the now-nasty gust causes shivers that somehow satisfy my feelings. The swarm continues to bombard every corner of Genting and we just enjoyed ourselves being among em', though the pretty odd one. And did i mention too, the elegant red jumper was finally put to appropriate use, though i expect much of that in the coming years. It was 3 when i got back and i collapsed to the dreams, not without sheer contentment.

I'm a lil too late, but Happy Valentine's Day lovely ladies!

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Since the friend mentioned bout reading my blog, thought i'd include another feather in it to bring in some freshness. The thought of a significant past often cross my mind and i'd be digging my brains out to recall that moment. Maybe you know, i should purchase a book one day and splurt out all these sparkling memories on it so i'd carry it with me my whole life. These things however whatever they are seem to unconsciously play a dramatic part in my life. The new sem starts too. Similar ambitious aims, enthusiastic initial approaches to classes accompanied by an increasing lax and slackened attitude thereafter, the observation of people in the school or while waiting for the never-punctual bus or inside the bus soothes the sleepy and dull mood, the little but worthy group of friends and a lil one or two here and there fills up my uni stint together with mini hang outs and so on. The kindergarten days, primary school years, secondary period, foundation times and the current stint have all been what i presume, underrated. They are such an impact in life and i'd not forget em'. Not the buildings, not the activities and classes, not the crazy things i go through good and bad, nor the awesome people coming and going all in all, good and bad too. The naughty years did happen, and it probably built me a better equipped person i reckon. The day is good and so are you.