Today was an uneventful day.

No, of course I'm lying. It was a fun-filled day, even though I did my A-Math test today and left out 2 questions and lost 7 marks, which means that I will never be able to attain a perfect score of 25.
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I told Ms Alice that I paid attention in SS, but she didn't believe me. Although she did try to test my knowledge of her SS class in ELDDS, but I do listen in class.
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I'm trying to be romantic today, but it isn't working.
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CCA Orientation tomorrow.

Uhm, ELDDS, ask your Prop Manager what she's doing for CCA Orientation. I dunno why, but I'm quite sure that her answer would be "Dunno."
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I'm quite upset by Mr Tan's speech, honestly. I dunno. I guess - such as the truth of life? Or such as the stereotyped truth of life?
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He took it all in view. The delicate fingers, the slim wrists on the right hand that was conscientiously spelling out the word “good”. He wondered how he could feel that way for any other person, but there he was, sitting opposite this “other person” whom he knew deep down inside that they had a special affinity for one another. They had openly confessed to one another that they shared a love, a same bond, other than the initial “friendship” reason that they both had fooled themselves with.

As he looked at the soft tender white hands that he wanted so much to caress over his own, he wondered amazingly how he could feel so much emotion penting up for another. His attention was diverted by the hands and the neat small font to the eyes that were searching him concernedly.

He smiled, and looked down to complete his own work, and the grin remained. He reminded himself, for the hundredth billionth time, that they had a meeting to attend to after work. Yes, they had a social affair to attend to. A meeting, a dinner, a little chat, a little drink, a little… Maybe.

And then they would lose each other, they would let each other out of sight, for a while, for a week, while he went off, but he knew, oh yes, that he knew, as the two of them did, that they would never lose each other in their little tiny beating hearts.

He sat back and smiled fondly, thinking about their date that night. He said that he had left his table for coffee, and that he was going to the washroom after that. But it was just an excuse, because he didn’t want anyone to know, to find out, to see the sparks of love flying from between his eyes, by just watching - just watching, just thinking - not even talking – not even communicating, not even interacting - with the one that he truly loved.

He walked into the pantry room, and started to search for the coffee machine, even though he had been there a million times. But today was different, he was distracted today. Mainly because of the “last night” thing. And he wanted to get away from the pain that reminded him of the last night. No, no, no, he just wanted to get away.

Come to think of it, it amazed him – it surprised him – that none of their colleagues knew. Friends who walked past them countless times a day, irritating little others who bustled in-between them, mentioning how fantastic a couple they would be – but these little idiots never knew, oh, they never knew – that they were indeed in love, that they were indeed just so the very cute couple that they had heard they would be. These mindless fools who had talked to them everyday, could not discern their burning love for each other, and they kept right on lamenting about – oh, how much the two of them should be together – but the crux of it all, was that they had already fulfilled the wishes of so many, yet none of them knew.

His eyes rested on the coffee machine, and his legs moved automatically towards the fridge standing opposite the coffee machine. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t thirsty, maybe he was hungry. But he thought he was thirsty. So – okay – it had come to a point in time when he didn’t know what he wanted anymore, that he was confused and all of that. But was he confused, really? Did he know what he wanted?

He’d always thought of himself as a practical person, with deep, dark secrets, yes, but he had always known what he wanted. A soft drink, a new mobile, whatever. It seemed like he didn’t know anything about himself anymore. Was he that in love, that he was so distracted by everything? Or was it some begrudging secret he kept that he felt guilty for and couldn’t stop thinking about it?

It amazed him, it surprised him, and it scared him a little, how his burning desire to be with the one he loved so much, could be enveloped by a façade. And it wasn’t as though it was a good, strong and firm plastic façade, it was more of a mindless paint of a façade. Easy to put on, easy to wipe out, easy to hide behind, easy to unmask. But it was a mask, no doubt, and he planned to hide behind that mask for as long as he could have lived.

The fridge didn’t offer anything delectable. The pantry was such a horrible place. Maybe he didn’t need a way out of work, maybe he needed a way back into work. Maybe he didn’t need a way out of love, maybe he needed a way back into love. Into work, into love.

He needed to admit that he was in love.
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