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James Ng Kok Boon


"When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
Things happen twice. Once in your mind, the other in action.
We write our own chapters in life, we are who we are."
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Day Three.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010



It's been three days already.

You have no idea how sucky i feel.

Whenever I turned on my computer, I would log on to facebook and the very first thing I do is to go to your wall. I regret deleting my twitter account hoping I would not see updates of your life and maybe just maybe forget everything, how foolish.

And that day when you send me that very cold message on msn, I didn't know what to reply you and I chose to run away from the problem. How I wish I could tell you how I feel then but I'm so afraid, afraid of making things worse.

You used to smile when you saw me, hug me for no reason, talk to me without any conditions and I miss that.


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