it's so weird.
she was one of your bestest friends in sec school.
the one whom you went band practices and tuition with, the one whom you will find almost everyday in school, during recesses and such.
yet the different choice of paths to take after O levels changed everything.
the loss of contact.
how strange it is, to see her on the train, yet comtemplating whether to step forward to talk.
in the end, as usual, avoided.
i'm getting more antisocial.
wth.
xxxxxx
read someone's blog and i somehow realized this little thing, which may not have caught my attention in the past year or so.
i've gotten accustomed to things. (esp the recent months)
i've learned not to be too affected by irregularity.
maybe a little less dependence.
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on the negative side, i've stopped planning things, to avoid disappointment.
i wished i know when this irregularity stops.
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i wished i have the privilege of 24/7. some people may have just taken it for granted
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