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Then she stopped. And then that's it. She stopped. She stopped in no particular reason. I don't know why. But I always make excuses for her. Maybe she's busy, maybe she's watching her favorite series again, maybe she's playing that farm game on her iPhone. Maybe she's not interested talking to me anymore.
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October 20, 2012: Saturday
We arrived at the resort at almost 11pm’ish and rented a two storey cottage just beside a mounting 7 feet pool which is annoying because every time a person dives at that pool, the water will get inside our cottage and get us wet because of the splashes they’re making.
The food that my classmates brought was awesome. The whole cottage is over flowing with food and alcohol. I was assigned to bring iced tea; I brought iced tea and chips, just in case we ran out of chips to crave. We had a blast swimming. I personally don’t know how to swim but I’m getting there. If I could just learn how to open my eyes underwater then I’ll be great at it.
My friend Trixie and her ex-boyfriend Tom had a huge fight some part of the night. I think I was too drunk to notice the detail of it plus I didn’t bother to watch their settling of issues. They were shouting and yelling at each other which are really quite embarrassing considering they are people watching them fight. I don’t like fights. As much as possible I intend to have a quiet talk and just fix your issues calmly or something and not making a huge deal about a small problem. And I think that’s the reason why I grabbed that pack of cigarettes from the table and just chain smoked as their voices run down. That was my first pack of cigarettes ever and hopefully the last. I don’t know how to properly smoke because Alfred told me that there’s a proper way of doing it to get the chemicals all the way in. So I just practiced my smoking skills on that dark concrete stairs far from our cottage as I watch the sky turns light grey at 4 in the morning. Regarding the fight, I don’t know who won and what was resolved. I think they didn’t achieve anything except hurt each other’s feelings.
As usual, we took a lot of photos while watching the sun rise, did a little hiking on that cliff thingy on the resort, and when the time we got back to civilization, we had breakfast on KFC.
The Catcher In The Rye; page 51