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Sunday, March 18, 2007

maple..maple is nothing but just a game to let u forget the person around u..i play maple its purely for fun right now.
It was then I remembered the day when i walked you home. wind blows in mid nite chatted with me.I didnt feel alone cause i knew u were be there with me.
The day we met in K box sing song together.Ended up get teased by ur fren somehow.But I didnt feel sad cause i knew u would be the one who can understand me.
The day i accompany u to raffles city and suntec city.the time we played the basketball in archade which seems to impossible to go into the 3rd stage..the time u ask me play dancing machine with u . the time i bought chocolate for u and u asked me try and i was saying that the chocolate why so sticky it sticks to my teeth..and the MRT is full of people it forces me cant go in and your wave to say bye to me.

all these thing i still clearly remember as it like just happen.

i dare not to think too much..hope u would stay happy carefree are all my thoughts right now.

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