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Intricate Delicacy Ramblings of a bored procrastinator |
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written on December 18, 2009 @ 2:01 pm
I could say so much about every that went to the dinner that night. All the great times we've had, all the unique personalities, all the inside jokes, all the stories I've experienced with each of them...but that would probably take days. I will do that at the end of 4B, perhaps. We still have one more term to create memories. And stuff that was said a year ago...I guess, everything did start about a year ago. I had almost ohaied until I went back to read the logs, unintentionally. Those words, so strong they were, and yet they still shake me today as they did a year ago. My name was called. Sorry was said. Whether it was sincere, I'll never know. Do you still remember it? With your history of ohainess, I doubt it, and it probably wasn't significant enough for you to remember anyway. Still, all the things I found out last night gave me some new insights, about the way things are, about myself, and about you. There's only so much time left. And I believe I haven't shared my yearbook comments yet, so here hey are. Don't ask me who "you" are. I like Ding Dong, TLP, the smell of raw corn, boxes, Yuki Kajiura, Wordpress, and redoxing horizons. I dislike eggplants, celery, worms, and PDEng. Things that got me through university: family, music, procrastination, all-nighters, meaningless/ful chats at 3am, self-indulgence, mind games, inside jokes, pain tolerance, and above all, the "hing dai"s - the girls too, there's just fewer of you ;) It's all over. But thank you. Especially you. |
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