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Saturday, September 08, 2007

The abrupt rain that came and last for barely 30 minutes ago gave me a shock. A pleasant sweet shock. It lit up the whole living room only with me in it. It's as if it came to tell that there's always some one with me no matter where I am. I just couldn't believe my ears when I heard hard drops of rain on the ground until I smelt the gentle refreshing fond scent of rain. And I really have to thank it for coming and gave me a bolt of energy and the always welcomed feeling. But it's only minutes before I come to this point where I have to reluctantly admit that good things always have an end. I've always said time flies and my readers never failed to know that I love complaining about how time flies and I never ever had enough of it. I took a look at the calendar just to realise that it's only of a near 6 months since I last had contact with that person whom I never know who is. The feelings are crawling back , and those memories are flowing. I'm just wondering , how is she?



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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