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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Thursday, September 14, 2006 10:21 PM

procrastination leads to regrets.

knowing that some of my friends are going into the army last friday, i wanted to sms them. asking them to take care. but then i hesitated, dilly-dally, and in the end the day passed, and i didnt. well, maybe its not all due to procrastination, maybe i din have the guts. hmm i dunno, its just kinda strange to me that i might not bump into these friends or see them for a long long time to come, or maybe never again in life (i thk thats quite possible, or if we dn recog each other) and its sad cuz its already been many years since sec that i saw them..hmm, and i thought abt how NS used to b the focal point for me and someone else.. someone whom i dont love anymore, but is still someone i think about sometimes. sometimes, i think back about those times, and i marvel. at myself, how much i have changed, at time, how quickly it has passed, at the emotions i once had at 16. i still feel now, but its not that kind, rather its like the 20-physically-year-old me thinking and feeling with the 16-yr-old mind which still lurks somewhere in me. i guess some things never go away. one may always be able to think and feel upon some memories after many years, simply cuz the mind contains all the 'you' at different stages of ur life..

i hope there will be one day when i dunno, there will be a real closure to matters of the past? of everything since i was 16? i guess i m not sure what really constitutes a real closure.. since when something changes, it is rarely possible to have it back the same way again, or to mend it back as if its new..

Signing off,
no more ink.

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