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I've quit to behave to be liked by people. But this doesn't mean I'll behave however I want and say whatever I want to say, of course.
Always with respect.
I had used Facebook for almost 5 years and all the sudden, deleted it. It's still been less than a week now but I know I'm not going to back on it.
The last screen showed on "Account Deletion" said your account will forever be deleted within 14 days if you don't log back in. So mine is still alive if I wanted to be back but I'll let the 14th day come and erase it.

The Game

Who breaks the silence first? 

You or him?

I know I didn't do wrong. Just silence-game is going on here. 

Let me set the scene.

Wander in the night

Scribble scribble...

The ping of messenger penetrates the tympanum and vibrates my nerves.

I can't sleep without lights when I'm alone. I just can't help starting to imagine supernatural objects I've seen on TV.

How can people not think of it when they sleep?

I can hear some sounds from the neighbor living in the first floor that relieve me a bit. I can tell myself that I'm not the only one who's awake. Let's sleep while they're still up.

Look at the lamp on the nightstand.

"How many times do I sleep on this bed?"

Then look at Jan's pillow awaiting its owner's return.

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Wakey wakey

We've got roller shutter on all windows in our apartment. That's what wakes us up in the morning as it opens up with the time you set the night before. 

Right up until it goes up you're in a deep sleep in the dark and suddenly you feel as if the shower of light hits you wearing a night vision device, just like a movie, or you get caught by the spot light of the helicopter in the dark, like a movie. Ok, this is too much but you can even feel the contraction of pupils in the white light. It works better than when the alarm wakes me. This is how I woke this morning.

The digital watch is displaying 8:00. Oops, I slept too long. 

Reunion after the trip

The late afternoon we walked to his parents. 3 minutes away.

Every time they come back from their trip they give us a ring and tell that they're back. This means they've got presents for us from the trip and we should come by and have a coffee and biscuits with them. Then "Present time". 

All the stuff nicely laid on a rack placed on the left side of the living room entrance and they show them to us proudly as if some of their belongings is about to be inherited. And his mom explains where, when, why, and how they got it to us, on each present and it's finally handed to us. This is a ritual.

We've got a bottle of Canadian Maple Syrup, Maple tea, and a T-shirt with some prints of Maple leaves. 

Sunday chill

Woke up with uncomfortable dreams. Once I realized that I'm awake and it was a dream I tried to figure out how I slept in the bed. 

They say that you have nightmares when your heart is under pressure, for example, your hand was on your chest, you were sleeping on left shoulder and your chest was closing..and so on. I don't know if this is proved but as for me this theory is correct.

I didn't want to go back to bed where I had the nightmare so I decided to get up and have breakfast.

I made those (burnt) pancakes a few mornings ago and kept them in the freezer.

It has about 10g protein each. I usually have them when I go to the gym in a couple of hours.

Made a cup of coffee, had a glass of juice, I'm good to go. 

Later, I have to come by Jan's parents. They're back from their 2 week-vacation in Canada. 

Every time I come back home from them my cheek gets sore from smiling the whole time. 

Get to their door, pinch my cheek, and press the bell. Smile.

You gotta look pretty and be kind, honey. I always tell myself. 

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