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Tuesday, September 04, 2007
2:54 AM
The overdued stain remains
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The jukebox plays a familiar beat that got me grooving in it's rhythm. Well it just goes to show that the day was filled with rainbows and butterflies. Passing hours of uncertain follow ups kept me in suspense. I just could reckon the day ahead, but at least the good omen was a little something I could use. Well, woke up to the sound of loud music from my brother's laptop. Wasn't the best or happiest wake up scene, but it worked though it was uncalled for. I stumbled around the house to do my morning matters, before I kick back in my chair and enjoy a cup of love steaming coffee over 'Who's line is it anyway'. All the joy and laughter delayed thought of the fact that I was ill with flu and cough.
Cutting my day short, good 'O' friends made the best of it. Conversing about fitness and the voided time brought back that special bond we use to get everytime we are together. Coming to think about it, I can't believe that secondary school life is long gone and primary school seemed to be ancient. Did a few parody of times in the secondary school years that got us intense with laughter. It's a sweet understanding of friends for life. Though our busy schedule may keep up apart or out of sight, but a stain mark still indicate that we once were friends. So my conclusion, friends are like ink blops. The closer the friendship, the bigger the ink blop stains your shirt, and it's stain shows a good/bad past. Cut out the patch where the stain was left? then you will find yourself other friend to stitch back the blank. Quite a cute way of phrasing the word 'friends'.
The haunting emotions didn't seem to have found a parking spot in my heart today. The area was cleared for landing at joy, peace and laughter airport. I do believe that more are to be installed and now I have to end this great day as I kick the blanket to have a rest. Once again Happy 18th birthday Jingren, study hard for the O's. goodnight world...

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