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Today : weather was hot, not too hot. Sun was not out for too long.
I slept. Despite feeling very hot. Slept because I needed the
sleep. Woke up feeling less sleepy. But somehow I felt lost. My handphone was not with me. I remained uncontactable throughout the day. I hallucinated. Thought someone important sent me a msg to see if I am fine. Was vaguely disappointed when reality checked in on me. No vibration from my pockets. Slight tremors of my thigh muscles. Reaction to the heat. To the hot weather.

Today : weather was warm. warm enough to make me sweat. I stared at the sky. Clouds. Clouds abound. My eyes locked onto the white clouds. My mind soared into them. I started to sing. Sang songs which were a few years old. These songs triggered off memories. Memories of a particular afternoon. All because of the warm weather.

Today : moist. The moisture was apparent. It clung onto the back of my shirt. It trickled down my forehead. It made me wringle in discomfort. Perhaps I had experienced similar afternoons. Afterall, in Singapore, afternoons were always these hot, aren't they. I miss certain afternoons dearly. They go back way in time. The afternoons in Ang Mo Kio. Those afternoons that I danced and jiggled. The moisture is getting to me.

Today : Amok. My thoughts ran amok. Apparently when one is left with nothing to do, locked feelings and memories resurface. I was back to 3 years ago. Another sunny afternoon. The strange thing abt memories is that you can visit a few at one shot. So I was not sure I was out of school or I was still in school. There was a kind of superimposition. I was every where at once. Similar faces were reconstructed. I saw them, those I miss alot. Not with my eyes. In my head. As I said, my thoughts ran amok.

Today : I miss the good old times. There were so much of them, I cant be sure which one i miss more. I guess as long as they are good old times, I miss them! Is the present not good enough? Why do we look back. Or does the past come back? I still remember the first day I stepped into AJ. Remembered the first time I told a look at the timetable. There were so many first times in that place. How can I have forgotten. Good old times are meant to be missed.