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Thursday, October 05, 2006
无奈者 posted at 9:11 PM

post prelims.. one word. tired. I dun seem to get to catch up enough on my sleep everyday.. take naps and turn in early at nite.. but I am still very tired..

sometimes, I just wish that the world can stop revolving because of us.. We know clearly tat the world won't stop revolving because of us.. but I just wish.. even for a day, or a hour, a min.. the world can stop because of us..

Today, is Auntie Jo's 2th death anniversary.. I think of her frequently.. not only today but regularly.. I think of ur smiles, ur voice and ur conversations with me.. although we are not close at all, until now, I still feel saddened by her death. It makes me wonder.. time is often seen as the solution to healing our emotional wounds.. but to some ppl, the wound of accepting the death of their closed ones get more and more painful as time passes..

Time are like waves.. they are able to wash away the words carved on the sand just like memories and emotions fading with time but they can also rub salt onto the wounds.. making it more painful than before..

R.I.P, Auntie Jo.. You are forever in our hearts..