Friday, March 09, 2007
Memories from a distant past floated my mind for a moment as I walked through the gates of Hell for one last time. Hell it was, for near to 2 years, but at the same time it was a place known as Home. Taking away more unpleasant memories than good ones, I hope to put this past behind and move on. Yet at the same time, how could one forget so easily the people, the training, the blood & sweat and all others that is put in.
At long last, my time has come and am over with it.
It sure seemed like a long time.
思念是一种病 {7:06 pm}
