Thursday, June 07, 2007
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memories are like the turbulence that trails the moving boat. and the boat is like time which moves so fast the waves could never catch up.
a day back in ubin brings back many fond memories. but it feels different when the chatter of my batchmates are replaced by silent buzzing of the mosquitoes. if only everyone were there.
on a lighter note, it felt great to be on the bumpy rock n roll terrain again. though the gears jump everytime i skid pass a boulder, the chains grind hard against the rusty mechanism, and you see your life flash pass your eyes as you accelerate down the slope, it was one 'near death' excitement i truly enjoy. maybe familarity does make the once unconquerable route seem shorter, or maybe its the absence of rain and ominous dark clouds and roll of thunder that makes the escapade seem a little incomplete.
the journey back, i spent thinking abt you...
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and you...
posted @ 10:12 PM