tuesday.

and so, days are drawing closer and closer towards annual camp.
and so, this means days for the holidays are going real fast.

i just, perhaps should say, finally,
ound out the purpose of ncc life.
adventure, like wad i said, adventure.
perhaps all along all i wanted,
is the good memories of the good times,
instead of harsh memories of the bad times,
fighting one another, containing hatred for each other.

have a kind of yearning feeling for my class.
dunno why. start to miss their nonsense a lot.
start to miss all their fun and troubles.
start to miss all the good times and bad times we had together.
perhaps, only when things are gone,
then we feel the importance of it,
and how influencial it could be.

start to miss the quarrels.
start to miss the laughters.

many ppl nvr understand,
there are always more important things then wealth, fame, power in life.
things that are held for a certain amount of time-
it isnt yours.
only deeds that you've done for the society goodwill,
or the spirit of adventure, courage or any other virtues-
these, are things that are eternal.

our bodies do die, but our spirit are eternal.
the spirit that motivates the later generations towards their dreams,
the spirit that upholds the values towards the next era.

likewise, even since 2e3 has parted,
the spirit and bond, is still there.
maybe one day, all these feelings and bonds are wiped out by time,
but we cannot deny the fact that we are 2e3, eternal 2e3 09.
looking at my class, and looking at my cca,
i really felt that my class' spirit is much, much more lively.

A: ' Just punch in a hole in the soil and root the plant back! '
B: ' ... '
A: ' no balls. '
B: * im just givng you face in front of everyone, not to shout out, since you know how to do it, why not punch that damned hole in the soil yourself? *