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Sunday, May 3, 2009
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For people who doesn't know what is pain, pain is just a word. But for those who knows, pain is memories. It's not so much of what hurt you that caused the pain. More like of the memories that led up to it.

How dramatic was it: the whole week was bright sunny sun as bright as it can be, with the heat blasted pavement and cause backs to sweat. Yesterday there was hell rain, the small white dot that means the downpour was cold. Yet today, another bright and sunny day!

Oh well. C'est la vie.
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