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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Things are back to normal between Someone and me. I sent an SMS to Someone yesterday and we are more or less on talking terms now. So, how do I feel now? Relieved.

I find fighting with friends to be more painful than fighting with one's own family. I wonder why.

To clarify matters, Someone happens to be a close NAFA friend since the first year. *Shoots daggers at Ah-Man-Da using eyes...*

So, let us see how things will continue to be like for the rest of the week.

;4:29:00 pm