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Sunday, January 21, 2007
无奈者 posted at 12:24 AM

If my mind is a gunny bag, then it should be brimming with things now.. so called memories but we dunno exactly whether they are precious gems or just stones..

I had successfully made myself angry with MYSELF. Seriously, I hate myself when I miss things, when I feel like crying cos those days are never to repeat itself.. How many times had I told myself to cherish the present so tat I can console myself in the future when I look back, hoping that this will ease the pain of missing the good old days. In the end, dunno y, I still feel hurt and helpless. Is it becos I had not fully cherished the present? Or is it that the hurt cannot be eased no matter wat? Dunno.. When I ponder over these issues, my thoughts will be trapped in a maze and no way out. Yup, that's exactly how I am feeling now..

Passing by tj made me realise how much I missed JC life. I missed the route out to East Coast Park, the route we ran for our mass PE. I miss our lectures and tutorials. Scribbling on the notes, dozing off and taking down notes. Everything. I missed walking round the school, making our way to the canteen during breaks, moving round the school to go to our respective classrooms, going to the toilets in between lessons, us staying in the area outside staffroom near the audi side while we waited for PW lessons..

Bit by bit, little have I realised I had accumulated so many things in my gunny sack. Now that it is full, I will have trouble carrying it around..
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