Even before Aunty Florence told me "I’m not going to the party," I’ve made up my mind not to attend le. I just feel that it’s not the same like last year (2005’s). With so many people coming and going, the fond memories and fun times are gone. All are broken into pieces that can never be mended together. (You might think that I’m being childish but... it just feels different.)
One of my close colleagues, Uncle Ben said "Xiuli is a sour pussy." (Like I care?) Some of my girlfriends and even Uncle Hie tried to persuade me but in vain. It won’t be as fun and exciting like last year’s. (Just feel it isn’t right.)
If I didn’t meet my friend for dinner, I would just be reading the Bible and remembering the good old days at a quiet corner of the airport.
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