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Thursday, June 28, 201212:19 PM



Apparently, I am not able to upload this song into my player. But the reason for the upload was because each time this song plays in my ipod, it reminds me of the days I was in Redang. And up til now, the song is still stuck in my head.

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Everything was a blur as I walked towards the post office to get the letter weight and stamp. For the 20 minutes walk from my office to the post office, I kept staring at the envelop, literally talking to it, hoping everything will go away the minute I post it. 
As soon as I wrote my address at the back of the envelop just in case it wasn't delivered, I decided to add in a little humor: "Open with caution, Lion inside" *inside joke*
I don't quite understand why I even suggested getting the hot dude a birthday card. Maybe a way for us to say thanks for bringing Sheena and me to see all kinds of fishes and accompanying us on our last night on the island. But even so, I know deep inside, it was meant to be more than that.
It's funny on how it turn out. From the hot dude whom I kept staring at to a friend whom I know a little about. If all things goes well, Sheena and me might be able to visit him again.

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