i realised i have been staring at this for a while. like staring at a blank canvas. i haven't had much to say this week.

yesterday was a day of nostalgia because we went back for the funtasia and then soccer. then we went curry wok for dinner. before going to town. da vinci code was totally sold out. so we went to the tcc at ps there. everything, from the 852 journey, to the time spent in school, to soccer, to walking from sch to coro, to taking 174 to town, was a pleasure.

maybe because i just missed the past so much.
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"as usual, your memory is better than mine."

hey. you know, memories can be a burden sometimes.
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he was finally home. home from the war. not without many wounds. he sat on the old, familiar sofa, silently watching the tv screen. it was a video of herself which she had made. a goodbye video. her last days. she was battling to keep a cheerful front; but it was obvious she was losing to the illness. this video, was all she had left for him. and he couldnt be by her side for those final moments. and he didnt know what to feel anymore.

this was how i felt when i watched the final.
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cassis
konayuki
to me
ocean
5:09 a.m.
hana
michishirube
story
yellow
when did your heart stop loving me
bokura no te
endless story
glamorous sky
planetarium
missing you
goodbye
sangatsu no kokono ka