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24/06/2007
From the time she left until 0800hrs 240607, he has been floundering and lost, typical of a fish out of water, a bird caught in a typhoon and a child lost in a big city without the parents. The train ride back was long, the meeting with the princess was brief. On the day he met both the Queen and the Princess, both unrelated, he helped himself to a chendol. It aided in a sweat-free walk back home, but did nothing to cool the cauldron of stirred feelings. A session with the daily papers produced little and propelled him to a short nap. A call from a close friend did little to allay that recalcitrant heart. it was to remain uncooperative throughout. A short TV session with the little one eventually produced an invitation tot he soccer field. Soccer was thought to be the antidote to the current emotion, but alas, the effect was only temporal. He had a good game, but that feeling did not change. He still felt pensive. The way to handle it was to tire himself out to avoid thinking of more. That plan was aided by a session of floor-cleaning soon after, which led to a late dinner. The Princess Diaries followed soon after and with half a mind on the untouched work left on the study table, he slumbered into a deep nap. That nap turned into a four hour session whereupon at the 2hr mark into the new day, he awoke, feeling confused. Even sleep could not replace that swirling and by now familiar discomfort. It was sometime before he could settle back to bed.

wizzing away on 8:40 AM

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