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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
9:22 PM

Uniforms change; friends don't. I'm so tempted to believe in this after meeting with Joel aka tightass today.

First look made me so unwilling to accept this person standing in front of me as the victim of all class jokes during upper sec days. Different hairstyle, hair colour and aura. Lunch and the walk around reassured me that this was still the buddy i knew. The twisted talk, colourful language and a totally unexpected sense of comfort hanging out. Is this what it feels like to keep a friend?

Food at golden shoe was good, as usual. Having joel around to crap with made things lighten up after a not-too-jubilant night before. A short walk around raffles place reminising old times and updates closed up the two years of gap and life at st gabs seemed so yesterday. It's funny how we long for the past yet eagerly anticipate what the future holds for us.

In a nutshell, today isn't over till the loose ends are tied up. The new routine at singapore river gave a much needed place to meditate even as my eyes followed the words on the newspaper before me. Mind was a lil eased with the cold messages but at least i know you're alright enough. New seating and new tasks but nothing beyond me yet.

Needed a confidante, so much.

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