Friday, July 28
leaving that place for the last time just felt weird. the goodbyes from many people whom i don't usually talk to, signing the book and walking through the gates. it felt great, and the little nostalgia generated just wasn't enough to outweigh much ill-feeling.
give me a little rest, and i pray i'd be happier when i go back to army life.
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i wish i knew where we are going. what we're doing. i wish i knew what you want.
'cause we're going nowhere. and we're going there fast.
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shoutouts!
tab: hmm okay i know. getting second sucks. you feel it when you watch/play soccer. it feels good to get second when it's unexpected but it's such a loss.
emiko: oops! ahaha.
mel: haha err, i apologise if my poem isn't that accurate in terms of the laws of physics.
jas: ?? -_-