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Thursday, January 12, 2006
7:51 PM

Shall make this fast, because I have more things to talk about. Voted for class committee today and Jun Wei's obviously the chairperson, and I'm voted the secretary/treasurer. Then got some meeting for tomorrow's orientation camp. Then blahh... will update on a later date.
I was walking home from TP today, then halfway through, the memories came flooding back, so quickly, the tide so strong, it almost drowned me.
Walking in the rain, drenched and tired, exhausted, almost dead. I looked around, saw a girl with a boy. They looked so in love - or maybe it's only me. They were walking together hand in hand, and the boy was shielding that lucky girl from the rain with a file. She looked so happy, but I can't tell the boy's expression. They were continued to walk and walk, and vanished in the rain.
I lowered my head, and then looked again. This time, that girl was with a rather burly boy. They were happily chatting about something. Her smile was everything that could differentiate her from the others. And then suddenly, her smile turned into a frown, and her eyes were watery and blood shot. She looks so battered. From what I could tell, she got her heart broken. Sorrow was written all over her face. I overheard the boy telling her this... "You don't have to wait for the light to turn green before you can cross."
KH, I want you to know that I remembered every word that you said. Everything that you did for me. Through thick and thin, you've always been there for me. And there's no one that can replace you. No one.
I reached home with a very very heavy heart. This girl can't release herself from the past, the hurt and the memories. It's this thing about fate that works against me. Everytime I try to believe in things again, and when I'm willing to try again, fate brings along something to get me down. I thought I found the right one, but it turned out wrong. I thought I made the right choice, but it's proven that I'm wrong. I'm too tired now, and camp is tomorrow. So I will maybe blog again on Saturday evening.

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