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Thursday, March 22, 2007

Time...

"Time is something that sneaks off and hide somewhere when you're too busy to keep count and then sneaks up at you the moment you feel like you can let go breathe again." --

The past couple of weeks just flew by.. and when I really think about it, the days, the months, the semester, the year all really went by a little too quickly. Granted there were times when I wished so hard that time will pass a little faster (e.g. when I have a dateline/test)

Today as I stepped out of the house to go to class... spring greeted me! So there goes my last winter.. what will I do with my winter jacket once the winter is really over? Should I give away most of my long sleeve shirts too considering how I'd probably never need them once I go back? Is this really the end of school? Lectures/tests/exams/tutorials (hmm.. probably not "lectures")

My future.. which will be my present... in a couple of month's time is still a big question mark. In any case, moving on in life is not really a choice. What is a choice though is how we choose to face life... changes and all. (My present choice: TRY *REALLY hard* and (to) stay positive)

Comments:
Now you know exactly I felt (and still feel) when I was gonna leave eh?

Just enjoy your time there. Go out and DO something. Something you really love doing but know you might not be able to do once you're no longer there. Sounds a bit emo... haha but yeah...

I miss TO.
 
Haha... ya I promise myself this year I will make sure I see the new tree leaves sprout out, since the time is always ahead of me when I'm busy.
Today pass by Nathan Philips, and just realized that the skating rink is gone. It's a bit sad because I wanted to skate in Harbourfront but never did.
So ya, like edmund say... DO something.. haha
 
I'm waiting for the crab-apple trees along your building to bloom! They were so gorgeous last year... :)
 
haha...well i hope you didn't throw away your winter stuff 'cause the last few days have been quite cold.

it's like winter never left.
 
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