Slept at 11pm plus yesterday night. After a particularly fitful sleep, I got up at 4.30am and waited the agonising span of time to my FYP presentation/oral defense. The time finally came and I got less than what I deserved (I deserved a good berating and a red mark on my score sheet). And so the FYP presentation consisted mostly of 3 hours of minesweeper games while constantly reminding Jerrome of my lack of confidence and extreme fear.
Then everything seemed to pass as soon as it started.
Relieved (though we knew we had a low chance of passing) at the summation of the ordeal (FYP), we got brunch, took a train to my house and started "destressing" (i.e. playing games).
Soon after, Jerrome left and my family and I headed down for a dinner with Dad's friends and their families.
We're not exactly extremely close, but because of the strong bond between our fathers, we kind of gelled together, the guys. And for the first time (I recall), Sylvia (one of the uncle's daughter) joined us for our regular guys' boardgame meet-ups.
In a dramatic turn of events; my usual good luck streak took a roundabout turn; I was routed in every single Citadel game (two games which lasted like forever).
The first match I was but one building to victory when everyone started to gang up on me. Wilson got the win for that one.
The second match I got assassinated the first round and had my gold stolen the two rounds after. Two rounds later I had my gold stolen yet again. Don't need to guess what happened at the end.
After that it was time to head home.
Time flies; the first time we met was at least a decade ago. Ten years on, we're still friends. I wonder what will happen in the year ahead.
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