My dear

real love, my dear, is not for sale.
real love, my dear, is hard to find.
real faith, my dear, is far too fake.
real faith, my dear, is just a dream.

Where can it be... in my heart.

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It's been close to a year since I last saw you. I thought I had put those memories of you behind me, and I was pretty certain of it till I dreamt of you recently. I don't really know you all that well, not as much as I know my best friends anyway. It's hard to put my feelings into words, and my vocabulary is severely limited as well.

It'll be gone pretty soon, I think. And pops back up again sometime in the future.

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On another note, I met plenty of people I knew/recognized yesterday at Pyramid. It was the first time I actually met so many people I knew on the same day at a shopping complex. Too bad Pui Ling didn't even come up to us and say hi. It was the first time I actually left my house to do something not in my usual routine for over a month since Wong left.

I have the option of going to Laos on November for a month with my brother and see Siew Keat or I could go for a vacation with my own group of friends. The thing is, my group of friends isn't like my brother's. They're all locked down in their prisons by their parents and think they'll fail their exams if they use just ONE day to hang out with their friends. So yeah, there's no guarantee the vacation would work out.

Or maybe it's no big deal and it's all just in my head.