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I feel airy because my head has nothing inside. Much like this rabbit, waiting for its head to dry...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009Y

Sometimes, I take the unneccessary attention and constant disturbance from my friends for granted.

I have a workmate who never fails to irritate me and make fun of me whenever she sees me. It started out as fun to be under the limelight for those baseless gossips but it gets annoying after a while. Now, since we are all not working anymore, I kinda miss those days of laughter and crappy jokes.

It's wierd isnt it? Those seemingly meanlingless words meant so much to me now as I somehow feel hollow without those tiny bits of jokes and bickerings with her. They seem to encompass more than just words, but feelings and pieces of friendship too. Those time spent together can never rewind itself, but what's left in my memory are the playful bickerings and shovings we gave each other.

Sign, i guess one can never realise how precious something is until it has left us hanging there by a thing thread of memory.

ends at 5:26 PM