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Sunday, January 2
@12:05 AM

What a boring day..

The day was spent scolding my cousins.. lazing around.. lying on bed... listening to Gold 90fm... being rude to my aunts.. and the list goes on..

Nothing interesting indeed..

Out of nowhere, I got the sudden urge to call him as I stare at the photo on my desk..

Both of us smiling so happily..

Those were the days~

Memories of us flashes in my mind..

I almost picked up my phone n press 8 as he was on my quick dial..

I hesitated.. What shld i say to him?

Act like nothing had happened? Kinda impossible..

Just too many things had happened..

Calling him might only remind him of the amt of hurt I had caused on him..

Everything's still intact.. My blog.. My desk.. Everything..

But my life isn't..

Miss the good old days.. But I shldn't look back anymore.. I shldn't.

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Trisha Lin

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