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Saturday, April 21, 2007

hmm

vvvv long nvr blog le...

im supposed to do PI now! but im so so bored i shall slack 1st. haha.

im feeling random now. so i shall blog random thoughts.

why always liddat de... why issit ppl only noe how to treasure other ppl when they're gone? why issit that ppl only noe how to treasure their life when they've lost it? why issit that ppl tend to take things for granted?

im liddat. unfortunately. tts why im missing it like hell now. i want the past back. ive nvr been a person who could let go and move on without looking back. its just too hard. but when i look back, i can nvr move forward again. so whats it? its like im caught in some time warp. when im alone, im in my own little world, reliving those precious moments of my life, all by myself. because everyone has alrd moved on. everyone has gotten over it. everyone else noes that its all over, and we can nvr have that life back again, tts why they let go. and thats why im left alone here all alone, to reminisce by myself. bitten by the bug of nostalgia, as jlp puts it.

i miss BCC. i miss eating at bcc with sqddies, be it on saturdays aft ACT/sqd meetings, or even on the occasional weekday when we're free. chatting, passing our time in innocence, love and truth.

for the same reasons, i miss eating at KAP tgt too.

and i miss sitting in NP room before ACT, listening to november's chopin, (hahaha!), stoning ard, practising drills, then when its nearing the start of ACT, rushing to change into full U for muster. then everyone kanchiong tgt. haha. kanchiong spiders!

i also miss being in NP room aft ACT, when everyone's all lethargic and worn out from the "many happenings" during ACT. its nice knowing NP room is a place where each and every member of the sqd will return too from their respective sqds or wherever they were at during ACT. even if u didn see a particular sqdmate for the whole entire ACT/day, u noe ull see her back at NP room aft ACT. sometimes exclaimations of "eh i din see u today!" could be heard admist all the laughter and cursing as we share our EXCITING and interesting experiences during ACT while we change out of full U.

i enjoy stoning in NP room with sqdmates...just sitting on the floor and listening to the whirring of the fan overhead. then we'll look into each others eyes/faces and smile. i love the times when we shou4 wei3 qu1, then we'll gather in NP room to curse some ppl tgt. haha. and we'll make up silly stories to laugh at certain ppl. its a wonderful feeling to noe that there are always these ppl around, to share all ur sorrows, all ur pain, and when u shou4 wei3 qu1, these ppl will be here to help u curse him/her. its great noeing that we're all here to make each other feel better.

i miss sqd drills. i miss doing campcraft tgt even.

i miss cheering. i miss singing songs tgt as a sqd. i want those times back...

i miss sch ATC. its reallie the best best camp. ever. i even miss areaATC. cos thats where our unity is the strongest. when we're away from home, we'll look aft each other even more. we'll treasure time tgt even more. we'll miss each other even more.

HAIX.

hmm. u also. why issit that u seem to treasure me only when im gone? u were nvr this nice. then now..
the worst thing is, i NOE exactly how u feel. but i cannot treat u back the same. u noe why. things have changed. tho mayb u dun feel it. but i do. i can feel ur desperation to seek the same feeling. but its nvr gonna return.
u noe it.

dun ever take me for granted. i may seem like ill always be here. but things can change. and when they do, dun come running back and looking for me. i may look back, but looking back is different from being there.
treasure me.

treasure all ur frens.

treasure ur family.

treasure ur happiness.

treasure everything u hold dear...

then maybe u wun regret so much.

and maybe i wouldn have regretted so much too.


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