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Saturday, October 21, 2006

Sorry sorry and thousands of apologies to readers. You see, normally those who are busy to blog means they are really occupied to find time to blog. So you should at least deduce I'm don't while my time away like those without a mindset and goals in life. =)





How many of you actually remember the past of your life? From the first time you managed to crawl and walk , till today, when you are reading my blog? How many of you really manage to clearly describe how you got to know the friends who are with you everyday and when in times of needs? How many of you , get reminded of the past be it sad or happy memories with people you got to know, in the verse course of years you've lived everyday?



We live everyday for tomorrow, casting the past aside. We live today for tomorrow's happenings and not to live for tomorrow and get reminded of the past. Sometimes though, we can never deny wonderful memories and time well-spent with people who are out of your life now. Sitting and leaning back against the bench today , which happens everyday, I sadly got reminded of the times we joked and create endless hullabaloo which sent noises up upon the block which surrounds the group. Jiahao, Martin. Haha, it's just a question why am I thinking and missing their absence.









Sometimes, memories....



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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