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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Well, as I pretty much expected, Sunday night was too much of an emotion to just keep inside me. Despite the fact that the farewell songs were for Val, and that he was supposed to be the red eyed one, gosh, it turned against me. I don't ever remember feeling like this other than Graduation Day at VS where I wept my eyes out while singing the school song.
But looking back, it really is the same. It's about the place and the people that make it. As much as this arrangement is till December, I just felt the loss hit me so hard that I couldn't bottle up the feelings anymore. The whole day was sunny and smiley and every second felt like I was on a holiday. Okay, maybe just that few minutes that my eyes hurt like mad when water got splashed directly into it. Ouch. I guess I missed out on taking a photo with Val, something that is unlikely to happen in the next 4 years... haiz.
If there's ever a need to find good reasons to stay put, I think I've found them already.
Mumbled @ {10:29 PM}
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