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Sunday, July 15, 2007

I was reading some of my friend's blog and i'm really thankful that my bf has complete his National Service. Today, yet another batch of BOYS are going in and hopefully be tranformed into MAN at the end of 2 years. It sounds mean but pardon me, honesty is always the best policy. Alrite, not that it'll affect me since i don't have any close male friends in Poly. Probably the closest one i can make connection with is Yee Fung. Mr Yee Fung, you're honoured man!

Back to the point. So, the bloggers are gfs of the NS men. Reading their blog makes me feel so sad. Although it's just a 2 mere weeks before they can book out, it seems like a long wait for them. I understand, absoutely. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The only way of communication would be through the greatest invention of time- the mobile phone, but worrying that the battery may not last for 2 whole weeks. Hence, every call is limited of a few minutes, but yet, it's precious time to both parties. The suddenly feeling of loneliness because you previously spent almost everyday with him, at least for the few weeks before he books in. And the so many so many other things, which will be left unspoken.

I've come to a realisation that i must be thankful for the boy who has been tolerating with my never ending nonsense and making him so upset time and time again. It appears to be that through my actions and words, i am taking him for granted. I'm sorry.



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