waxing lyrical @ blogspot v1 - introspection.

//the girl
ying. 19. emotionally fuckedup. don't come near me because i bite.

//the blog
an outlet for expression, not approval. anything to voice? leave it in the comments box. all things copyrighted. ask before you take.

//the archives
(only a day's post is displayed. to see the rest, visit the archives.)

04/01/2003 - 05/01/2003
05/01/2003 - 06/01/2003
06/01/2003 - 07/01/2003
07/01/2003 - 08/01/2003
08/01/2003 - 09/01/2003
09/01/2003 - 10/01/2003
10/01/2003 - 11/01/2003

//the links
(people whom i visit. if i link you, you're not obligated to link me. if you don't wish for me to link you, inform me and it'll be taken down. if you wish to link me, just do it.)

andia chrono dannybunny dw dye eileen jerm joan occyzine oil paperdoll sarah siew yenyee

//the contact
irc nick* pinkgnome
icq* 42856808
guestbook
thepinkgnome@hotmail.com

Saturday, July 26, 2003

I passed by SP on Wednesday and at that moment, I wanted to cry so badly.

I never imagined how badly I'd miss SP. It's not like I'd been very active in school, nor have I had that many friends there. Yet I still feel this huge sense of loss, remembering how safe a haven it was, how comfortable and happy I'd been when I was there, and knowing that I don't belong there anymore kills me.

I miss my lecturers. I miss my seniors. I miss my juniors. I miss my friends. I miss the food. I miss being part of the school. I miss the memories I had there.

It's funny how I don't remember the bad anymore. Simply the good times, the fun and the laughter.

Will you be that kind to me as well?

01:50 |

Comments: Post a Comment