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Thursday, August 10, 2006

I never knew it's possible to walk from Cineleisure all the way back to school in Bukit Timah Road. And if not for the deadly hours, I'd have continued walking all the way home.

Revisiting the past, I realised there are many things I covered up. Just conveniently swept them under the carpet so that I won't have to see them again. Out of sight, out of mind. Effectively squashed and suffocated them, if only to keep them silent.

An entangled mess that gets harder and harder to straighten when left to the devices of time.

writing at 11:59 AM