Happy Birthday, Ryan.
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I'd like to confess something. Tonight, I really don't feel like showering. I really don't feel like preparing for the next day. And I really don't feel like making my body move. I just want to stay, and lay and if I'm lucky, look into the softest brown eyes. I feel apologetic. I feel like I never have time to be with you anymore...

I'd like to confess something else. I do not know if this is just an inaccurate realization, but I'm starting to think that I might not love badminton the same anymore. Maybe ..I don't know. I really don't know about this one.

One more bloody day.