Went to lecture hall today but did not see him, thought that he skipped the class again but I think I kepo already cause I signed for him.
And later PBL time I heard that he woke up early to clinical teaching, so that's why I know that I kepo kepo helped people signed =.=
And he sat in front me during lunch but he went away straight after he finished his spaghetti.
He said he will go home by tomorrow night bus.
And when I finished reading newspaper with WC, I went upstairs and suddenly I saw him sitting there read newspaper.
I turned away and I do not want to look at him.
I know this is obvious but I have no other choice.
The situation is not awkward for me because I can not see his face.
I think he is right, this is better for me and him.
I read another book which is about the founder of an charity organization in Taiwan.
And I slept with an opened mouth for 30mins in library, hahahahaha!!!!
So we went to FLM, hoping he will appear, but he did not.
Lyn signed for him immediately before me, hohohohoho, she started her actions already~~
Then we played badminton from about quarter to 4 till before quarter to 7.
Ming came to play with Lyn.
Because they discussed about that during the way to cafe.
So we played double.
I do not want to pair with Ming, cause we will have nothing to say either we win or lose.
I have to see his emotionless face everytime I hit the shuttlecock wrong or right.
He will not have any conversation with me.
I rather to pair with Dharsan..
I made a few mistakes that made Ming can easily smashed us, he laughed, but, not to me.
I really did not look at him during the whole match.
I looked at the net, the floor, the shuttlecock.
I took the net as opaque body to obstruct my sight into his eyes, optical illusion that I no need to look into his eyes whenever I needed to service the shuttlecock to him.
When the match started, he made joke of Lyn "Seriously?"
Huhhh...
I turned my feeling off already I think.
Now I am just using my brain to think.
Not my heart to feel.
I success.
And he knew it.
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