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Remember Tony from the previous post? Apparently that was not the end of his story. Just about an hour later after he had finished spilling all his thoughts and feelings in the post, he received a phone call. The phone call which proved the point, pellucid and clear, that for the past 24 hours, he was just acting silly.

Michelle finally gave him a call that evening. A lively conversation took place between the two close friends. She sounded quite like herself now, much to Tony's merriment. He now understood why she was felt so dejected after the interview. He would've felt the same way too if he was in the same situation.

For the past 24 hours, Michelle was going through a phase called recovery.
For the past 24 hours, Tony was silly enough to think that everything had to revolve around him.

Patience, is my friend, is the keyword. He knew he could have started a whole new drama over something silly like that if he was not patient enough. Nevertheless, Tony still blamed the voice inside his head for its influence in his judgement. Perhaps you could just do him a favour by ignoring whatever he wrote in his previous blogpost.



He was still thinking of giving her the card.
Maybe tomorrow.


"If it takes a lot of words to say what you have in mind, give it more thought."