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Saturday, April 2, 2005

It's me again! It has been such a long time since I updated my blog! Nothing happened and all along, I've been working and working, from morning to night. It's just that I saw Claire by coincidence. She's my Primary School classmate and we still keep in touch. But, lobster, don't misunderstand ya? We are just purely friends and nothing. In fact, she's still with Robin and it's been so many years! I envy them! How I wish I can be with ah gur and also like them, forever and endlessly, till eternity. Didn't have much time to meet her up and basically, Marc the stupid buddy of mine keep taking leaves and I've no choice but not to take leaves. It's my turn to take leaves! Yeah! I miss her so much and I always believe her words. She believes that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I wonder how she's doing and everything. I just miss her. Girl, I really love you alot.

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