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Saturday, September 18

Ignoring the fact I've started work at the new environment for a month short of three days but felt like a year, today has been a pleasant distraction from the hectic pile of homework pending.

Good friend M decided to set her big day on this day close to a year ago. Much as I wish to skirt away from such social events, I gave myself a little push to make sure I arrived in good time to be part of the receptionist team. And I'm glad I attended it because my gut feeling tells me this will be the once in a lifetime for Good Friend. Never mind that I had to put on a grin and think of nonsense when people said 'Hi', never mind that I had to face people I wish I never had to face again ever in this lifetime, never mind that I had to endure hours of thirst in case I miss any action.

For a moment, it finally dawned on me that Good Friend had grown up, no longer the petite sweet thing I still remembered my first impression of her 13 years ago. Still petite nonetheless, but at the same time exuding a charm of maturity which made her even more beautiful on her day.

Looking at Good Friend, then at the Couple, I saw what it means to be blessed.


d|nKo signs -.-

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