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    Saturday, September 16, 2006
    Title : Of old friends
    Time : 10:31 am

    Earworm: Life Is Like A Boat~~Bleach OST

    Listening to this song made me reminisce of days with Dunman people, my roommate especially. I miss her.


    I suppose she's constantly busy with her projects, or thinking of what she should wear during Thursdays.

    I wish she would just ask about me every once in a while when i see her online, instead of merely answering my queries.

    It's one of my constant laments that everyone's too busy for each other. I miss late night chats with YR too, maybe I should be the one going over to NTU instead of her to Sheares. At least yesterday SF came over during supper and said hi. There's another busy gal. I'm still missing lunch dates with Iz, YY and KY.
    Perhaps the reason Im pining after old friends is because of my inability to make new ones. But the pining should not continue lest I am seen as ungrateful for newfound company. Old friends are a not too distant memory, one day memory will catch up with reality.