Jus reached Singapore. Plane delayed almost by an hour. Didn't found out until I touched down.
Wanna meet her. Disappointed. It seems like she don't want to meet me. Give all kinds of excuses. Very fed up. She don't want this, don't want that. When this and that could have occurred any other day, but me coming back to Singapore doesn't. I wanted to see her so badly, that I didn't care to wait for her to tell me that she was having dinner with her family. Carried almost 10KG of stuffs. Didn't want to put them on the floor at first because its her stuffs. In the end, my hands just couldn't hold on. It was shaking. She rather had me carry those weights and look stupid than to meet me. I seriously have doubt about her love for me right now. Serious doubt.
