Dinner was ok.

I forced myself to take in red meat even though I was eyeing on the fish instead.

Then there came the candy floss.

Not one.

Not two.

Not three.

But four!

And I was happily plucking the floss like a kid, savoring every bit of it.

Sweet!

I was quiet after dinner. Half the lively person that I was.

The real part of me was worried.

Worried sick.

Why didn't the person get back to me?

All I wanted to do was to just be there.

There's times I struggle whether I should keep trying or I should just give up like what others around have done.

Then the question came back to me, if I should do that... what difference would it make between them and me?

My friends were having their share of fun.

Participating in a game of truth/dare.

Then someone had to ask the question,"Name all those whom you used to have a crush/like/love in our circle."

I cringed. *Cold sweat*

And when it was another person's turn to ask, nothing better came out,"Who did you kiss before?"

*Another cold sweat*

For a split second I was reminded of the chicken wing dream.

I often pondered why things were clearer to me at that point of time. But I think Ade's right, I'm usually the last to know.