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breakaway
Let's break away.
I miss you.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011 // 15:22

I miss school. I miss the days when we were young. I miss the childhood games we always play. I miss playing UNO and 205 and five stones and chess. I miss 5C4/6C4. I miss 302/402. I miss Infocomm. I miss waiting for PSLE results like it was the most important thing of my life. I miss basketball. I miss 同心居. I miss playing captain ball/bonding games with Infocomm-ers. I miss doing all the duties and events and sweating like mad running up and down. I miss setting up the PA system. I miss the Exco outings and chalets. I miss the purple star. I miss the 4th floor auntie who always give me food. I miss the drink stall uncle who always makes jokes.

I miss the times when I don't have to think about anything important.
I miss the times when I could take things for granted.
I miss the times when I wake up thinking it's going to be a good day playing with friends.
I miss the times when we studied together and nothing seemed to go in and we ended up playing and chatting.
I miss the times when C4 chiong-ed to the basketball court to play basketball right after school.
I miss the times when we spent more than 10 hours playing Maplestory and never got bored.
I miss the times when Exco was trying to talk about something important and ended up going off-track.
I miss the times when the only pain you could feel was when you fell down while playing games.
I miss the times when crying seemed to solve everything.
I miss the times when we laughed until we almost died from stomach aches.
I miss the times when the worst thing you could say to someone was 'I don't want to friend you anymore'.