Happy belated birthday
This entire month, something has been nagging at the back of my mind. When exactly is your birthday?
I am bad at remembering dates, numbers, and the like. Blaming on a lousy memory is just such convenient excuse.
Tried to search facebook and livejournal but could not seem to find the date. Messaging to ask seems so insincere.
So I let the thought just hover.
I finally managed to find a way to sync my iPhone data with the new iMac without losing much of the music in my phone. As I backed up past photos, I saw the several yous in there. I mostly just skimmed passed, but then I saw the photos I took of you last year, on your birthday. The date was there.
It aches me everytime I see them, because I always remember I disappointed you that day.
I waited outside your hall for someone to open the card access door so I could sneak into your building. You made it such an easy feat for me to enter your room, cos you never seemed bothered enough to lock your door. Haha.. Wanted to do a little decoration and plant a bottle of wine in the fridge to surprise you when we head over together later in the night. Not to forget, the presents.
Met for a simple dinner at Holland Village afterwards. During dinner, I had a little SMS exchange with my ex. Though it really did feel harmless enough to me, it upset you a fair deal.
You are so cute in those pictures, with the glow of the candles bouncing off your face. Yet those very pictures also captured that fleeting moment of sadness in your eyes.
I really did not mean to disappoint you...
So today I managed to track your birthday.
Happy belated.
I am bad at remembering dates, numbers, and the like. Blaming on a lousy memory is just such convenient excuse.
Tried to search facebook and livejournal but could not seem to find the date. Messaging to ask seems so insincere.
So I let the thought just hover.
I finally managed to find a way to sync my iPhone data with the new iMac without losing much of the music in my phone. As I backed up past photos, I saw the several yous in there. I mostly just skimmed passed, but then I saw the photos I took of you last year, on your birthday. The date was there.
It aches me everytime I see them, because I always remember I disappointed you that day.
I waited outside your hall for someone to open the card access door so I could sneak into your building. You made it such an easy feat for me to enter your room, cos you never seemed bothered enough to lock your door. Haha.. Wanted to do a little decoration and plant a bottle of wine in the fridge to surprise you when we head over together later in the night. Not to forget, the presents.
Met for a simple dinner at Holland Village afterwards. During dinner, I had a little SMS exchange with my ex. Though it really did feel harmless enough to me, it upset you a fair deal.
You are so cute in those pictures, with the glow of the candles bouncing off your face. Yet those very pictures also captured that fleeting moment of sadness in your eyes.
I really did not mean to disappoint you...
So today I managed to track your birthday.
Happy belated.