You know, once in a while, whether is it from TV serial dramas
or books or whatever, you happen to chance upon this phrase:
Time will heal all wounds.

I think for those who have read my blog, the very very long ago
entry, I think you people know what I am driiving at.
Ya.
It's that person.
I don't know why, but lately, I have this feeling of indescribable regret
and self-reprimanding or something like that.
It's like, will I ever get someone to actually you know..Ya.
I don't think it's too early to start about such matters cause since we are
already drilled to set our goals like what kind of crap jobs we get or whatever,
I think it's also time to start pondering about relationships.
Perhaps it's the matter of being in a Boys' School for like 3 years going on 4,
I kinda miss seeing the oppopsite sex around.
The school feels different without these people.
Furthermore, students studying in a single-sexed school are somehow more immature,
they think less, although they are good in studies, and they care for others less as well.
That's sad.
Brotherhood? Brother bonding?
Haha. That's all bullshit.
You end up still getting people crapping about each other behind their backs.
I think that most of the downright despicable people
come from schools that aren't co-ed.

I am not shooting at myself though.
I am understanding, till the extent that I sometimes become to centre
of attention. The bad sort of way.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand
Her.
Lately, I have been seeing her online again.
Haha..I mean, right, that's normal.
But out of, you know, self-interest and all that, I somehow open
an IM window.
But of course, I ain't gonna chat with her or whatever.
Just you know, take a look at the DP and all that.
I don't know why I am doing all this.
Sour grapes?
Haha..
No, I have no feelings of anger or frustrations about rejection.
I just find it unfair.
Ya.
Everyone does.
...

Then come in another female.
She too is an ex-friend of my.
Haha..So many ex-friends.
We just have been communicating with each other, like life, CCA..all that.
I find her more mature as to the former.
She is somewhat more careful with her words but will say what her mind says.
She will.
I am relate to many of the issues that she is trying to get across.
To the extent that I think that she is more developed up there than many of
my classmates which is, quite sadly, true.
She is a good friend now.
We hardly see each other.
Only sometimes on the bus.
But not that too often either.
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Frankly, now, I don't know why I am actually posting this entry.
I really don't.
But what I do know this, she(the latter) will not be reading this.
Hmm.
That's a good thing.
Cause I don't think I want to relive history again.
It's painful once already and I don't want another wound to make its home
on its prodeccesor.
It hurts.
It really does.