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__ Wednesday, November 14, 2007 ;

It has been a long time since I opened the locked compartment of my cupboard. Today, I unlocked it to take a look and I realised how full the drawer has been filled. With journal entries from the past, cards and notes from friends, presents and gifts, report books, exam certificates, and the list goes on... Then, I found it. Just a simple photograph of you, yet it carries such a heavy load in my heart. After so many years, the sorrow has somehow lessen but the regret is still there. I often wonder, how would things be like if I had acted in a more rational way? So many different scenarios that I can imagine of but at the end of the day, reality is such that we are now complete strangers.

Sigh...

made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 12:07 AM ;