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Sunday, June 24, 2007
♥ 7:51 PM

Just when I thought I was ready to let go, the sadness had to catch me unawares again. Why must it be so hard? If only humans are created without memories. Or better yet, feelings. But that'd make us no different from robots, wouldn't it? Escaping isn't a solution, but facing it in the eye doesn't make it any better as well. Blehhs. Sometimes I really wish I could erase all those unwanted memories and the aftertaste they leave.

Anyways. Met up with the girls again on Friday. We had dinner, and then it was off to a random pub along Clarke Quay to chill. Talked about the usual stuff blahs. I really envy Letch and Nun who're right now probably relaxing in some sauna on their Batam trip. I also want to go! Anywhere'll do as long as it's not Singapore. Just to take a much needed breather and break from work (and irritating colleagues while I'm at it), and bad stuff. Sighs. Hopefully I'll really get to go to Japan at the end of the year.

Oh wells. Tomorrow's the start of another new week, and work again. ): Seriously, I really don't mind being so busy until I've no time to even breathe, but sadly, I'm so free everyday it's a pain in the arse to pretend to look busy. =/ But I'm thankful for YH's companionship - she never fails to make me smile. (: Yep, guess that'll be all for now. Till then (or whenener my stupid comp decides to work again), tata~

Sometimes I marvel at the fact that I've become such a skilled pretender - if only I'm half as good when it comes to moving on.