if saying it out makes me feel better,
i really dont feel good.
i miss group.
arghh
why am i making things so difficult for myself?
let go let go LET GO.
:/
i cant help but keep thinking;
and the more i think,
the more the memories try to desperately cling on in my head.
[and mik's a-z of tsd just probably summed it all up.]
TSD: break legs, break necks! (:
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on a sidenote,
shar and i came up with this theory:
if everyone always settles down for the second-best in life,
and that someone else's second-best is your best,
isnt everyone just shortchanging themselves in life?
its approaching-
im loss for words.
but i know for sure i will really miss all these once its over.
arghhh
somethings missing.
or maybe something is going to be missing soon.
maybe i am trying too hard to hold and keep it
cos it will go,
anyway.
:]
this sudden overwhelming feeling;
maybe i will start to write more here
the things i never want to forget
cos i know i will start to miss everything when it ends.
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i seem to have so much free time all of a sudden
with everyone all busy slotting (this is probably the word only we understand),
i realise i love shopping alone,
roaming around orchard alone,
buying materials for my puppets,
just being in popular and art friend,
buying food for my fellow friends,
going to seven-eleven (where memories started),
enjoying my long bus rides whether rain or shine,
just hanging around all day long in twentyfour,
experimenting with my puppetas,
not forgetting my group,
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its the love and passion that kept us going,
and will always be.
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