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.Sunday, January 14, 2007 ' 22:59 Y
you used to be the reason, for my smile.you still are.

It's funny how you realise that what you learn in lit lessons actually come true.
It's only when I realise the applications of the lessons that Mr Sim had been trying so painstakingly to ingrain in my brains that I began to appreciate him a whole lot more.

Life really does move in circles like the thearte of menace.

Years ago, you took me for a ride. a big ride that is.
i was hurt but i bounced back.
I took all that insults in my stride.
two years on, you went thro what I did.
and you are feeling the pain.
and you came to me to pour out your woes.

im not gloating.
just that sometimes, things do happen for a reason.







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