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♥ Monday, February 25, 2008
4:01 PM no way

went back to hwachong in the evening to return an overdue library art book, accompanied by a sum which could be jolly well saved for other things if my memory or stubborness didnt fail me.

stepping into school ground again makes me sad. simply because its once yours, and now you dont belong to it, any longer. you just feel foreign amidst the familiar settings of that corner of canteen, class bench, the track, the space outside library, even walking past the reading room feels weird.

saw the juniors training, the monday runs round the track, and its another surge of emotions i cant fully explain.

some things, are not meant to be hold on to, i guess. reliving what's behind is never possible. but such departure, only time can heal. and perhaps erase, without us knowing even.

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sometimes the heart, be it yours or someone else's, is so beyond comprehension it leaves you feeling frustrated. maybe that's what heart is meant to be, as complicated as it can be. yes?

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