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Sunday, March 27, 2011; ( 4:25 PM )

Booking in later in the night. I've had a great rest at home today, just waiting to book in now.
And that feeling kinda sucks, i dunno why. Maybe it's just the thought of going back to all that rushing and busy schedule.
Waiting for the next bookout, which does not seem so optimistic at the moment. The only thing that keeps me going is pop. Cannot wait for it, feels so long though. But i just have to tell myself, it's just like a confinement week and that this week would be more relax and not as shag. But gahh, the thought of going in still sucks.

Secondary school. Junior College. I sure miss those times that i have during that period of time. I still remember how we'll mug like mad when O and A lvls were near, go crazy and do silly stuff blaming it on the stress. Singing songs and just having fun. The schedule then was just as busy as what i'm having now, but somehow, it was more fun then compared to now. Maybe i'm just not adjusted to military life yet cause it's only been 7 weeks. Everything will end with this word called - memorable.
Sometimes i wish that there was a time machine, to go back to the past and relieve those screwed up moments. I remember laughing my ass off with emily eileen and victor when we all meet up, doing stupid stuff with leonard and arnold, screwing boon, talking to different people. Being as fucked up as life can get with lynette and being myself during shooting camp and the people there. Catching up with old friends realising that despite how much we have changed, we still are able to talk to each other. There are also people helping me along the way, teaching me life lesson and how to communicate with people. Not to mention that there are people who pissed me off like nobody's business and using the most asshole words. Those were the times where on rainy days, i'll start reminsicing about these things. How fun, freaking memorable, but it only happens, once.
Once is surely not enough, but if it happens twice, then thrice isn't a problem and so forth. So that one time where everything happened will not be memorable anymore. I'm glad though with a heavy heart.

What the heck, this felt so sad when i read it again. Shall go off already.

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