A boring place for a boring person
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name : anonymous, duh
sex : female
birthdate : 01/01/1986 *hint*
country : hmm, which one?
hobbies : sports? sleeping?
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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
I'm supposed to post on my trip but I'm too tired. I'll do it when I have more time and energy. And once I've organized the photos.Sophie and I were walking home from the bus stop when we met Edna. As we walk towards our respective homes, it was a "replay" of what it was like back then, when we would walk home to from the bus stop together late at night after training. As usual, I parted from them at the stairs that led to my apartment. While climbing the stair, I reminise about what it was like more than 3 years ago (oh, how time flies), about the familiarity of the whole scene. When I thought back carefully about those days, I realised that I don't miss it, nor regret it. I still smile at the happy memories. Though those were great experiences that I had before, I know that great experiences also lie ahead. Let's keep our heads up and look towards the future. Don't live in the past. Smile.