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Friday, July 31, 2009
; 4:24 AM

I was ransacking through my kitchen's cupboard for tuna, when my eyes abruptly diverted it's attention to many cans of cream pasta sauce. They were stacked on top of each other nicely, untouched for quite awhile. A feeling surged deep within me. My motion froze and heart paused. My mind started running like a record player.. of certain memories in the past. Those pasta sauce weren't just any ordinary thing, it had a meaning back then. And for that moment, I've realised I haven't cooked pasta in ages. I've realised I have lost my purpose in cooking it. I have left those cans of pasta sauce stagnant there..

ever since, she left.

Only she knows why.


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